Loyalty (Completed)

11.

Tiana
10am

Awaking from my slumber, the sun shined bright into the room. I rubbed the sleep out of my heavy eyes, trying to get myself together. It'd been a long night and I was hoping Dominic would come back so that we could talk things out but of course he never showed.

Sighing deeply, I got out of the bed and completed my hygiene routine. It took maybe 30 minutes to finish everything. Once I was finished, I began to grab my things. I didn't want to go but I had no way of contacting Dominic at the moment and I knew my mom would be worried sick if I didn't come home soon after spending two whole nights at "Stephanie's" and no communication with her.

Picking up my things and grabbing my car keys, I reluctantly made my way out of the room. As I did, I heard talking downstairs, Dominic's voice specifically. Picking up my pace, I made my way down the staircase.

"Yo, that's your girl. Put it up." I heard somebody warn as everybody looked up.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, I saw weed all over the coffee table and they were bagging it up. I said nothing, just watching as Dominic sat there carelessly. He was still putting weed inside baggies as everybody else stopped.

"What's up, T?" Leek And Zay spoke and I simply waved.

"You good?" Dej asked and I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. I had no words for her right now.

"Don't roll your eyes at me. I didn't do it, I was just here to help, T." She laughed, taking a pull from the blunt she was smoking and I decided not to even say anything back. If I did, we'd be in here fighting and I was in no mood for all that.

The room then went silent as I reverted my eyes to Dominic who sat there taking a pull from his blunt, pretending as if I wasn't even standing here. He was giving me the cold shoulder and I couldn't even blame him but it was breaking me to the core.

Looking down, I could feel tears brewing in my eyelids but I refused to let them fall. I'd been crying all night, I was so tired of crying. I just wanted to talk.

"Can we please talk?" I spoke barely over a whisper as he blew smoke through his nose, putting more weed in a bag.

"Please, Dominic." I begged and he scoffed, finally stopping what he was doing.

"Ain't shit for us to talk about, shawty." He slouched into the couch, still not even looking at me as I looked around the room.

All eyes were on me and to say it was embarrassing was an understatement. He was treating me horribly.

"You can let yourself out though." He went on, breaking me down even more.

"Dominic, plea-"

"Get the fuck out." He spat, finally looking at me with an empty stare. His eyes were low but they were swollen and red. He didn't have to say it and he didn't have to show it but I knew for a fact he was hurting.

"Baby, I'm sorry." I admitted for the hundredth time.

"I'm so sorry." I broke down, not even caring that everyone was watching us. My pride was nonexistent when it came to him. I loved him and I wasn't just going to let this go. We'd spent too much time building this relationship to just to watch it crumble because of one mistake.

Sighing heavily, he put his blunt out then stood to his feet. He then came over to me and grabbed my arm before forcefully pulling me outside.

"Baby." I cried as we made our way outside and he slammed the door behind us.

Now standing on the porch, he looked everywhere but me. He didn't want to look at me. He couldn't. It physically hurt him to and to know I was the cause of his pain was breaking me inside.