Page 1 of Fractured
Prologue
Dominik
Age 22
“Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?” I asked, trying to keep a lock on my anger.
She shook her head, then threw her hands up in the air, “You never make time for me, Dom.”
I gaped at her for a full minute before I could even respond to her asinine statement.
“Right. Okay... who left who waiting at the restaurant on at least five such instances? Who didn’t return a single text or a call?” I asked.
She sighed, “This is pointless.”
And that was when I lost control, and I nodded, “Your goddamned right this is pointless. Why the fuck am I even trying to save our relationship when it hasn’t felt like one in a long fucking time?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asked, planting her hands on her hips.
“What do I mean? Huh. Care to tell me why the fuck you aborted my baby without even talking to me about it?”
Her face went pale, “How... how... do you know about that?”
I laughed sardonically, then said, “You used my card to pay for it.”
If it were possible, her face got even paler.
I nodded.
Then I took a look around our apartment.
An apartment I fucking hated. One that was on the lower side of the upper class. But this had been the apartment that she had wanted. And I had busted my ass to make it happen.
Just then, my phone rang. Seeing my mother’s name, I answered, “Hey, Ma.”
Her voice was shaky, and my spine locked when she said, “Need you to come home. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
I nodded, “Okay, Ma.”
Then I said, “Jillian and I are done. Let me pack my shit, get her out, and sell it all, and I’ll be there.”
“Excuse me?” Jillian asked.
I ignored her.
Like she tended to do with me.
Then to my Ma, I said, “Is that okay? Or do you need me now?”
“That’s fine, sweetheart, I never liked her.” Then in the background I heard, “Talia dear, that’s fine.”
“Mrs. D., I told you I would be washing all these. And I meant it.” That was Talia’s voice.
My best friend’s little sister.
Despite my annoyance at Jillian, I had to smile.
“It’s a Saturday. Surely you have plans,” Ma asked her.
