Page 22 of Calling You Out: Part Two
Molly: How are you? I’ve missed you.
I still trembled, my body shaking with disbelief as pure rage joined the deep sense of horror that enveloped me.
They knew. Whoever it was knew what they were doing.
But all the conversations with Molly streamed through my mind, joining the dots to moments with Dom. The ebb and flow between them both, how Dom changed around me in the past month.
Just like my feelings for him were out of control, I couldn’t deny the truth.
What did he think? That he was just going to string me along until Molly came back, and then, what? Pretend nothing hadever happened and live like neither of us knew? That everything would go back to normal, even though he had forced me into it?
No, I wasn’t doing it.
I wasn’t letting yet another person take my choice away from me, especially not him.
I said a quick goodbye to Mr Snuggles as I grabbed my jacket. The only sound around me was a furious buzz in my ears as I gripped my phone and rushed toward the front door, preparing myself for the hardest conversation of my life.
Dom
The look on Harry's face when I opened the door told me he knew.
I'd never seen so much fury in his eyes.
He was panting heavily, his hair dishevelled, his muscles stiff, hand shaking as he held it out, glaring at me.
"Give it to me," he growled as he pushed himself into my flat, forcing me backwards and slamming the door behind him.
"Give you what?" I tilted my head to the side, knowing exactly what he wanted.
"The phone, Dom. Give me the fucking phone!"
I could have played dumb and told him I’d never do something like that. But I wouldn’t have lasted five seconds when he looked broken.
And was there any point in lying anymore?
I swallowed my sigh of resignation and reached into my pocket. There it was, the dreaded moment I’d been waiting for.
The colour drained from his face as I pulled his fiancée's phone from my pocket and placed it in his palm.
Every emotion was clear on his face, visible by the squeezing and relaxing of his hand around it, the crease of his brow,his mouth dropping before tightening into a thin line. The worst was how Harry’s eyes widened in shock before shuttering closed slowly as he drew in a ragged breath, as if he’d resigned himself to it as well. When he opened them to meet mine, he was bursting with rage.
There was no warning as he raised his fist and slammed it into my left cheek. Pain exploded through my jaw, my head snapping to the side, my right eye tearing up at the strength of his punch.
I turned back to him, lifting my hand to my cheek, hearing his shuddering breaths.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he snarled.
I was glad it wasn't up to me. If I’d had to decide the time and place and watch the smile fall from his face as I revealed the truth, I might never have come back from it. But I only got his anger and the agony I was sure hummed in us both.
"Why the fuck would you do this?” His voice trembled through his fury. “What the hell was running through your mind when you did this? Did you even fucking think? Or was this just another one of your stupid games? Let's see how far I can push Harry before he realises what's going on? Was this some kind of joke for you?" Tears formed at the corners of his eyes as he panted. He stood, his body hard, shivering, rasping with every word.
I held back my groan, another stab of pain shooting straight into my stomach. I thought I could do it, but, standing there,watching him vanish before my eyes, it was too much. I couldn’t take it. I needed him back.
"Harry…" I said.
"No," he said, gathering himself with a deep, shuddering breath before turning back to me. "Dom, you…” his voice cracked. “Why would you do this to me? We've been through so much together. I thought we were fucking friends. How could you…?” he gasped, pressing his hand to his chest, barely controlling himself. “I couldn't even imagine anyone doing this to another person, so why would you do this to me? You just… this is so fucked up."
I wanted to say it. I wanted it to burst out of me, finally tell him how I felt. Then I could get it over with and watch him crash as another layer of myself was revealed. Because there was no way I was winning. Not a chance. The crack in my heart was swallowing me, and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it.
