wondered.
“Julie,” she laughed, “stayed with my mom. She’s my mom’s baby. My dad has always told me I’m his princess.”
“Dude, you’re twenty-four years old. You’re pushing twenty-five. You’re almost in your mid-twenties. You’re not a seven year old! Give me a break, a princess!”
“Well maybe not to you. I wouldn’t expect you to understand, you don’t even have a dad.”
Dominic stamped his heavy foot on the brake. It scared the crap out of Tristan who had to grip the door to keep her face from slamming into the glove compartment. Luckily there were no other cars on the road.
“You know what?” Dominic shook his head. “That was a low blow. I feel like I don’t even know you, like I never knew you.”
“Sure you do,” she said with an eye roll.
“You weren’t like this back home. I don’t know what got into you.”
Dominic deeply stared out the windshield, seemingly lost in thought.
“Did you ever want me to come out here?”
“Whip out the violin already,” Tristan said.
“Just shut up with your bullshit and tell me right now. Did you ever really want me to come out here, or should I have stayed behind?”
“Why do you act like I’m the only reason you came here? Like you’re not benefiting with your fighting crap?”
“I came here to be with you, that’s just a perk. Now answer the question.”
“Do what you want Dominic!” She shouted. “Of course I wanted you here. But it doesn’t mean that I have to move in with you. We didn’t live together in California and just because you followed me like some sad puppy dog doesn’t mean I’m obligated to move in with you.”
“Wow,” he said, still staring ahead at the road. “You cut deep.” He nodded his head. “All right. Okay.”
Tristan tensely waited for him to scream at her or punch the steering wheel. Instead he took the wheel and turned the truck around. She wanted to ask what he was doing but didn’t say anything. He was quiet so Tristan knew she had pissed him off enough. Opening her mouth would only exacerbate the situation and who knew what that would lead to?
They remained in silence the entire drive back to her house.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” she asked.
“Just get off the truck.”
Tristan unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for her purse off the floor. She shot him a glance but he wasn’t looking back at her. He looked pissed off, more than pissed than she’d ever seen him. She cracked the door, waited for a response from him that never came, hopped off the truck and stormed off inside while Dominic peeled out and sped away.
13… screw ups
When Tristan walked inside her house she saw her dad siting on the sofa with a bowl of ice cream, watching Cold Case Files. She took off her jacket and walked around the couch, flopped down and replayed everything Dominic said in her head. Her dad noticed she was quiet and looked miserable.
“How’s Dominic? We haven’t seen him much of him lately.”
Tristan shrugged.
“Dominic’s an asshole.”
“An asshole? Why, what did he do?"
“I don’t know, Dad. He’s just always complaining about me not moving in with him.”
“Ah,” he nodded. “That’s a big step in any relationship. But then again, so is moving all this way to be with you. Actions like that speak volumes.”
Tristan sat up.
“Yeah but I didn’t ask him to come here.”
“You didn’t stop him, either.” He put his bowl on the coffee table. “What is it, you don’t have feelings for him anymore?”
“Sure I do. I love Dominic. But I don’t want to be pressured into anything. I know we’ve been together a while but there’s
“Julie,” she laughed, “stayed with my mom. She’s my mom’s baby. My dad has always told me I’m his princess.”
“Dude, you’re twenty-four years old. You’re pushing twenty-five. You’re almost in your mid-twenties. You’re not a seven year old! Give me a break, a princess!”
“Well maybe not to you. I wouldn’t expect you to understand, you don’t even have a dad.”
Dominic stamped his heavy foot on the brake. It scared the crap out of Tristan who had to grip the door to keep her face from slamming into the glove compartment. Luckily there were no other cars on the road.
“You know what?” Dominic shook his head. “That was a low blow. I feel like I don’t even know you, like I never knew you.”
“Sure you do,” she said with an eye roll.
“You weren’t like this back home. I don’t know what got into you.”
Dominic deeply stared out the windshield, seemingly lost in thought.
“Did you ever want me to come out here?”
“Whip out the violin already,” Tristan said.
“Just shut up with your bullshit and tell me right now. Did you ever really want me to come out here, or should I have stayed behind?”
“Why do you act like I’m the only reason you came here? Like you’re not benefiting with your fighting crap?”
“I came here to be with you, that’s just a perk. Now answer the question.”
“Do what you want Dominic!” She shouted. “Of course I wanted you here. But it doesn’t mean that I have to move in with you. We didn’t live together in California and just because you followed me like some sad puppy dog doesn’t mean I’m obligated to move in with you.”
“Wow,” he said, still staring ahead at the road. “You cut deep.” He nodded his head. “All right. Okay.”
Tristan tensely waited for him to scream at her or punch the steering wheel. Instead he took the wheel and turned the truck around. She wanted to ask what he was doing but didn’t say anything. He was quiet so Tristan knew she had pissed him off enough. Opening her mouth would only exacerbate the situation and who knew what that would lead to?
They remained in silence the entire drive back to her house.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” she asked.
“Just get off the truck.”
Tristan unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for her purse off the floor. She shot him a glance but he wasn’t looking back at her. He looked pissed off, more than pissed than she’d ever seen him. She cracked the door, waited for a response from him that never came, hopped off the truck and stormed off inside while Dominic peeled out and sped away.
13… screw ups
When Tristan walked inside her house she saw her dad siting on the sofa with a bowl of ice cream, watching Cold Case Files. She took off her jacket and walked around the couch, flopped down and replayed everything Dominic said in her head. Her dad noticed she was quiet and looked miserable.
“How’s Dominic? We haven’t seen him much of him lately.”
Tristan shrugged.
“Dominic’s an asshole.”
“An asshole? Why, what did he do?"
“I don’t know, Dad. He’s just always complaining about me not moving in with him.”
“Ah,” he nodded. “That’s a big step in any relationship. But then again, so is moving all this way to be with you. Actions like that speak volumes.”
Tristan sat up.
“Yeah but I didn’t ask him to come here.”
“You didn’t stop him, either.” He put his bowl on the coffee table. “What is it, you don’t have feelings for him anymore?”
“Sure I do. I love Dominic. But I don’t want to be pressured into anything. I know we’ve been together a while but there’s
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