Our Distance: Two
Title: Our Distance
Chapter: Two
Author: tie-19
Pairing: Belldom, Dom/OC
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: Alcohol? Angst?
Summary: AU. Based on a prompt my junior gave me: "Dom loses Matt in a crowd. He copes it in a hard way; drugs and alcohol."
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, Muse is never mine.
Feedback: Would really be appreciated! <3
Notes: I'm back with this! I was a bit busy with real life and I didn't realize that I had finished chapter two. Hahaha. So, anyway--I hope you enjoy!
One month.
It has been a month since Matt left me.
My days had turned into depressing, dark days with dozens bottles of liquors as my comrade. I skipped work for the whole week, and just five minutes ago Andrew informed me that I was fired. I can’t react-because, what can I say? I deserved it, anyway.
There’s some kind of improvement in my relationship with Matt. Just starting a week ago, when I started to skip work, he called me; thirty three times each day. Yet I don’t want to get up from my couch and pick my phone that kept buzzing in the table, instead I walk to the kitchen to grab another bottle of beer and gulped it down.
I don’t know how long I will last with this pretending. I don’t know how long I can pretend that I don’t miss him, that I had already forgotten about him.
I tried to be strong, yet I can’t. I’m not strong.
Matt hadn’t called me yet this day, and that was a relief. I don’t have to deal with another denial for this day if this can go on. I was watching TV with a bottle of beer in my hand when I heard the doorbell rang, and when I took a glance to the wall clock, I was surprised to find that it’s already 5 p.m.
Before I could get up from the couch and walk to the front door, the door opened. When there were no words uttered, I turned my head to peek at the person who has just stormed inside. Andrew.
It’s Andrew again.
And he was bringing two bags of groceries.
“Why are you here?” I asked in a hoarse voice, and Andrew stopped his activity. He spun with a fast speed, and I thought he was going to throw the cabbage that he held in his hand to me. He looked angry, somehow.
“Why do you think I am here?!” he snapped, and yes, he’s absolutely angry. I just shrugged, afraid if answering might make him more upset.
“I am here,” he paused, stomping all the way to the couch I was sitting on, “Because you, Dominic James Howard,” he paused again when he was finally standing beside my slumped form on the couch, “Were abandoned with your husband, falling into alcohol’s lullaby and then you,” he paused again to take a deep breath, “Just skipped work for the whole week without any apparent reason and you just got fired today!” He was panting by now, his whole face red with rage as he shoved my chest, “Why do you think I am here?!”
I blinked, surprised with Andrew’s outburst. And because I’m still afraid of making him angrier, so I just shrugged again. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?!” Andrew was yelling by now, and I failed to hold back a flinch caused by his loud volume. Andrew took a deep, shaky breath before he fists my shirt, “I am here because I’m worried about you, bastard!”
I was startled; too surprised when he said he was worried about me. I don’t expect anyone to be worried about me. Not my friends, not Andrew, and hell. Not even Matt.
“You were…” I blinked again, still surprised with Andrew’s words. I can’t speak. Earlier I was afraid if I said something I’ll make him angrier, but now I’m afraid if I said something I’ll make him cry. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears now, and I’m afraid if I said something, the tears would roll down his face and to my shirt.
“I am worried, Dominic,” he whispered, slowly burying his face on my chest. After seconds passed, I could hear muffled cries coming off from him, and he buried his face even deeper, fisting my shirt even tighter in his hands. My mind was blank, I can’t do anything.
Andrew was…worried?
Hesitantly, I reached out to rest my hand on his hair. He stilled for a moment, but he said nothing. Slowly, I stroked his head with my hand, although I’m still terribly unsure what to do.
“Hey,” I whispered, and he lifted his head to look at me with a questioning look. His eyes are still wet with tears. I opened my mouth but I said nothing, uneasiness took its place in my heart. “I… I’m sorry. For making you worried about me.”
He blinked, but then he smiled. “Yeah, I just-ugh, if you could, forget about it.”
“I don’t think I can, though.”
He laughed and I managed to put a smile on my face. At least he’s not angry or sad anymore, and I’m relieved because of that.
After a few seconds, his laugh recedes. “I’m worried, Dominic,” he whispered, leaning his head on my chest once again. “I know I’m not in the position to do this, but… No one will do if I don’t, right?”
I don’t understand what he was talking about, so I kept silent. He’s looking at me now, his deep blue eyes determined and filled with want and warmth. Slowly, he leaned his face closer to mine, as if ready to brush his lips against mine. Well, probably he is, because he kept inching closer, and closer, and-
-a loud buzzing noise startled both of us.
Realizing what he was about to do, Andrew quickly pulled away from me. A bright pink colored his cheeks while he walks away from the couch and to the source of the buzzing sound-my phone on the table. I could see his frown, and because of that, I know who’s calling me.
“Dominic, Matthew is calling you.”
See.
“Oh,” is all I managed to say. All the happiness and warmth in my heart that was filled with Andrew’s smile earlier quickly fades away and replaced with cold disgust after hearing Matt’s name. So instead of approaching my abandoned phone, I walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer.
Before I could even open the bottle, Andrew yanked it away from my hand and threw it away to the trash bin. I tried to hold back a pout, walking to the dining chair and sitting on it. My phone’s still buzzing. Andrew sighed, picking up my phone and lifting it to me, “You’re not going to answer this call?”
I shook my head as an answer, and he sighed. He placed my phone back on the table, then walking to sit beside me.
“I talked to him this afternoon, you know,” he said, and I froze. I lifted my gaze to Andrew and he continued, “He sounded tired and sad. I also informed that you were fired. You should call him-I think he’s worried about you.”
“If he’s worried, why he didn’t come home?” I managed to ask in a shaky voice just after Andrew finished his sentence. Andrew looked at me, frowning a bit but then he sigh and looked down to the table.
“Probably he had his reasons; on how he left,” Andrew answered, his fingers tracing patterns on the table. “Every people had their reason to leave, right? Probably he just can’t go home, so I suggest you should call hi-”
“I’m not going to pick up his calls or call him back.” I cut him off, my voice loud and cold. Andrew blinked a few times, but then he sighed and got up from the chair.
“Whatever; stay stubborn like that,” Andrew said as he walks to the front door, putting his hands on his pocket before opening the door. “Just… Don’t be sad if someday you lost him forever.”
I don’t understand what he meant by that.
-x-
Two weeks had passed after I got fired, and Andrew stopped by nearly every night. He never asked me why I didn’t bother searching for another job. He would bring me dinner, or sometimes beer, or just bringing himself to comfort me. As if he knew that I’m still sad.
Matt never stopped calling me. The number recedes, though, twelve calls each day. Andrew sometimes asked if I had answered any of Matt’s calls or no, and he looks kind of sad and disappointed whenever I said no. I don’t know why he even bothered with that.
Actually I don’t know what I’m doing right now. I miss him so bad until it hurts for me to breathe whenever I remember him, yet I reject all of his calls; I deleted all of his text messages. He left me some voice messages but I never listened to them, although I didn’t delete any of them. The first and last time I tried to listen, I cried again hearing his voice calling my name.
I miss him so much.
And I don’t know why I keep running away from everything related to him now.
Chapter: Two
Author: tie-19
Pairing: Belldom, Dom/OC
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: Alcohol? Angst?
Summary: AU. Based on a prompt my junior gave me: "Dom loses Matt in a crowd. He copes it in a hard way; drugs and alcohol."
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, Muse is never mine.
Feedback: Would really be appreciated! <3
Notes: I'm back with this! I was a bit busy with real life and I didn't realize that I had finished chapter two. Hahaha. So, anyway--I hope you enjoy!
One month.
It has been a month since Matt left me.
My days had turned into depressing, dark days with dozens bottles of liquors as my comrade. I skipped work for the whole week, and just five minutes ago Andrew informed me that I was fired. I can’t react-because, what can I say? I deserved it, anyway.
There’s some kind of improvement in my relationship with Matt. Just starting a week ago, when I started to skip work, he called me; thirty three times each day. Yet I don’t want to get up from my couch and pick my phone that kept buzzing in the table, instead I walk to the kitchen to grab another bottle of beer and gulped it down.
I don’t know how long I will last with this pretending. I don’t know how long I can pretend that I don’t miss him, that I had already forgotten about him.
I tried to be strong, yet I can’t. I’m not strong.
Matt hadn’t called me yet this day, and that was a relief. I don’t have to deal with another denial for this day if this can go on. I was watching TV with a bottle of beer in my hand when I heard the doorbell rang, and when I took a glance to the wall clock, I was surprised to find that it’s already 5 p.m.
Before I could get up from the couch and walk to the front door, the door opened. When there were no words uttered, I turned my head to peek at the person who has just stormed inside. Andrew.
It’s Andrew again.
And he was bringing two bags of groceries.
“Why are you here?” I asked in a hoarse voice, and Andrew stopped his activity. He spun with a fast speed, and I thought he was going to throw the cabbage that he held in his hand to me. He looked angry, somehow.
“Why do you think I am here?!” he snapped, and yes, he’s absolutely angry. I just shrugged, afraid if answering might make him more upset.
“I am here,” he paused, stomping all the way to the couch I was sitting on, “Because you, Dominic James Howard,” he paused again when he was finally standing beside my slumped form on the couch, “Were abandoned with your husband, falling into alcohol’s lullaby and then you,” he paused again to take a deep breath, “Just skipped work for the whole week without any apparent reason and you just got fired today!” He was panting by now, his whole face red with rage as he shoved my chest, “Why do you think I am here?!”
I blinked, surprised with Andrew’s outburst. And because I’m still afraid of making him angrier, so I just shrugged again. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?!” Andrew was yelling by now, and I failed to hold back a flinch caused by his loud volume. Andrew took a deep, shaky breath before he fists my shirt, “I am here because I’m worried about you, bastard!”
I was startled; too surprised when he said he was worried about me. I don’t expect anyone to be worried about me. Not my friends, not Andrew, and hell. Not even Matt.
“You were…” I blinked again, still surprised with Andrew’s words. I can’t speak. Earlier I was afraid if I said something I’ll make him angrier, but now I’m afraid if I said something I’ll make him cry. His eyes are glistening with unshed tears now, and I’m afraid if I said something, the tears would roll down his face and to my shirt.
“I am worried, Dominic,” he whispered, slowly burying his face on my chest. After seconds passed, I could hear muffled cries coming off from him, and he buried his face even deeper, fisting my shirt even tighter in his hands. My mind was blank, I can’t do anything.
Andrew was…worried?
Hesitantly, I reached out to rest my hand on his hair. He stilled for a moment, but he said nothing. Slowly, I stroked his head with my hand, although I’m still terribly unsure what to do.
“Hey,” I whispered, and he lifted his head to look at me with a questioning look. His eyes are still wet with tears. I opened my mouth but I said nothing, uneasiness took its place in my heart. “I… I’m sorry. For making you worried about me.”
He blinked, but then he smiled. “Yeah, I just-ugh, if you could, forget about it.”
“I don’t think I can, though.”
He laughed and I managed to put a smile on my face. At least he’s not angry or sad anymore, and I’m relieved because of that.
After a few seconds, his laugh recedes. “I’m worried, Dominic,” he whispered, leaning his head on my chest once again. “I know I’m not in the position to do this, but… No one will do if I don’t, right?”
I don’t understand what he was talking about, so I kept silent. He’s looking at me now, his deep blue eyes determined and filled with want and warmth. Slowly, he leaned his face closer to mine, as if ready to brush his lips against mine. Well, probably he is, because he kept inching closer, and closer, and-
-a loud buzzing noise startled both of us.
Realizing what he was about to do, Andrew quickly pulled away from me. A bright pink colored his cheeks while he walks away from the couch and to the source of the buzzing sound-my phone on the table. I could see his frown, and because of that, I know who’s calling me.
“Dominic, Matthew is calling you.”
See.
“Oh,” is all I managed to say. All the happiness and warmth in my heart that was filled with Andrew’s smile earlier quickly fades away and replaced with cold disgust after hearing Matt’s name. So instead of approaching my abandoned phone, I walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer.
Before I could even open the bottle, Andrew yanked it away from my hand and threw it away to the trash bin. I tried to hold back a pout, walking to the dining chair and sitting on it. My phone’s still buzzing. Andrew sighed, picking up my phone and lifting it to me, “You’re not going to answer this call?”
I shook my head as an answer, and he sighed. He placed my phone back on the table, then walking to sit beside me.
“I talked to him this afternoon, you know,” he said, and I froze. I lifted my gaze to Andrew and he continued, “He sounded tired and sad. I also informed that you were fired. You should call him-I think he’s worried about you.”
“If he’s worried, why he didn’t come home?” I managed to ask in a shaky voice just after Andrew finished his sentence. Andrew looked at me, frowning a bit but then he sigh and looked down to the table.
“Probably he had his reasons; on how he left,” Andrew answered, his fingers tracing patterns on the table. “Every people had their reason to leave, right? Probably he just can’t go home, so I suggest you should call hi-”
“I’m not going to pick up his calls or call him back.” I cut him off, my voice loud and cold. Andrew blinked a few times, but then he sighed and got up from the chair.
“Whatever; stay stubborn like that,” Andrew said as he walks to the front door, putting his hands on his pocket before opening the door. “Just… Don’t be sad if someday you lost him forever.”
I don’t understand what he meant by that.
-x-
Two weeks had passed after I got fired, and Andrew stopped by nearly every night. He never asked me why I didn’t bother searching for another job. He would bring me dinner, or sometimes beer, or just bringing himself to comfort me. As if he knew that I’m still sad.
Matt never stopped calling me. The number recedes, though, twelve calls each day. Andrew sometimes asked if I had answered any of Matt’s calls or no, and he looks kind of sad and disappointed whenever I said no. I don’t know why he even bothered with that.
Actually I don’t know what I’m doing right now. I miss him so bad until it hurts for me to breathe whenever I remember him, yet I reject all of his calls; I deleted all of his text messages. He left me some voice messages but I never listened to them, although I didn’t delete any of them. The first and last time I tried to listen, I cried again hearing his voice calling my name.
I miss him so much.
And I don’t know why I keep running away from everything related to him now.