Page 31 of Her Loyalty

"Yo, T. What's going on? I can call him for you." Zay then offered, pulling his phone out and I tucked my lips.

Shaking my head no, I said nothing else, making my way back upstairs. He had to come back home and when he did, I would be right here waiting for him.

I wasn't letting him go.

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5am

Awaking from my slumber, I heard the room door close and I quickly sat up in the bed. Dominic walked in with his hoodie on his head, going straight to his closet.

I sat there saying nothing as I watched his every move. He removed the gun from where it was and tucked it back into his sweatpants.

Once he was finished, I watched intently as he walked back over to the door and locked it.

"Get up." He spoke sternly, putting his back against the door.

"Baby." I sat there unsure if I should.

"Get up, shawty." He said and I couldn't help but to be sad with the way he was treating me now.

Though I did understand why.

Finally doing as he said, I got out of his bed and stood to my feet. I then walked over to him and waited for him speak.

"Give me your phone." He held his hand out, not even looking at me.

"Babe, can we please talk?" I pleaded with red, puffy eyes.

"Give me your phone bruh." He said again, still not even looking at me.

"Can you please just listen?" I asked and he finally looked at me with a death stare. His eyes were red and puffy just like mine and I couldn't help but to break down. I'd never seen him cry, ever and to know that I was the cause broke my heart.

"Look at me, shawty." He told me as I looked down with tears in my eyes before looking up again.

"I'm tryin' my best to hold my fuckin' composure with you.." He trailed off, looking at me with hooded eyes.

"Because though you did this foul ass shit, I still love you."

"And if I step out of character with you, you gon' hate me. We both know that." He barked.

"So just give me your fuckin' phone before I lose my temper in this bitch, T."

"Ba-"

"Cause I'm tryin' yo. I really am." He expressed, cutting me off and I slowly shook my head.

I knew that giving him my phone wasn't the best decision right now because I didn't need him doing anything crazy. Like contacting Connor and finding out where he lives. I'm not dumb and neither is he.

"No?" He asked, looking down at me while I shook my head.

"We need to talk first, babe." I spoke softly, gasping once he pushed hisself off of the door.

I quickly backed up as he pulled his hoodie over his head, throwing it onto the floor. He then pulled his pants up before making his way over to me.

"Give me your fuckin' phone before I take that shit!" He raised his voice, making more tears come to my eyes.

He watched as I cried for a few moments before turning his head away from me and sighing deeply.

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