Chapter 65

***Dayle***

~
What did she mean?
No way, Chrissy can not end us like that. It's not over, not when I'm overtly into her. I love her. She's stuck in the back of my mind forever and there's no way that she could be serious with what she said to me.
My room is a fucking mess. I knocked down the large mirror and that of the dressers a few minutes ago. How could she say shit to me and treat me like that? Like I'm horrible and without importance? Am I even important to her like the way she is to me?
I swing into a pair of trainers and shoes, with a cell phone and wallet. I fucking need a break or else I'm going to hurt or vent to someone.
I head to the exit porticoes but Bobby stands in my way with his muscled arm across.
“I'm sorry sir, I can't let you go out!”
“Look man, I have zero ounces of strength right now, I just need to go to the gym as soon as possible...” I tell him calmly but he nods negatively.
“My apologies sir, I can't let you go past the doors. I'm only following orders—and your safety,” he explains but none of that matters to me.
“Whose fucking orders?” I ask. I pull out my phone and dial Dom, it was his fucking order, and who said that he could order me around? He doesn't respond and so I tell Bobby to dial him and let him know that I have got to go out. Bobby does as told and Dom tells him to let me out, I'll deal with the matter once I'm back from the gym. I need to speak with my father why the fuck is security filling tight when there had been no serious history of intruders or criminals around here? Why are they monitoring us like children?
I enter the nearest sports car that belongs to me and speed out of the premises.

*
Did some push-ups, and bench presses and ran on the treadmill as fast as I could go, I just needed something that could be a perfect distraction, and it's not helping in any way. The gym instructor and I exchange some words, I hadn't come around in a while, and he was concerned about my laid-out goals but I tell him that I'm only dealing with a lot of things but would come around often. He promises to share emails as a reminder. As good as it sounds, that's not my problem. Chrissy is my problem. She's the beginning and would have to be the one to end it.
Stepping out of the building, my phone starts to chime, I take a look and realize that it's Steve and Egan, it is a conference call.
“Yo!” I sound as though I had been beaten with a plank.
“What's up, man?” Egan’s brows wring while Steve looks deeply. “Where are you? Wait, is that Manny’s gym?”
“Ah-huh! I've been lagging but not anymore! What's up?” I ask them and they buy the idea.
“We’re headed to Jamil’s, he's got this drink-till-i-get-high gathering. Distro is gonna be there for sure, he has our STUFF prepared!” Egan says
“I fucking swear that I wanna smoke some marijuana!” Steve adds with a sigh.
“Alright, but I'm not so sure—”
“Shut the fuck up, man, what's over you? What's your freaking excuse? Wanna STUDY or what?” he asks sarcastically and I shrug my shoulders, he knows that it isn't a reason for me to relent. I rub my face across.
“I'll be there in an hour! Location?”
“I'll share it after now!” Egan says. “Just come around, okay?!” he adds
I hang up before they start asking other questions, I'm not bent on answering any.

*
05:14 pm,
I see Dom pacing back and front in the living room, he looks perturbed at that. I shrug and walk past heading in the direction of the kitchen but I know that he'd call me back.
“Dayle?”
I stop. I expected that. I see Brenda stepping out with a glass of water for Dom.
“Can I have some wine, white please!” I tell her and she affirms but Dom says nothing. I know that he has intentions to stop me either way. I attempt to walk off but he calls me back again.
“Dayle!” he sounds less interrogatory now. I turn to him slowly. “We have to talk! Come, let's sit and talk better!” he adds. I agree with his suggestion. I stare at him blankly. ”I saw the mess in your room. Are you okay? I've gotta ask!”
“Just got upset and all!”
“Just got upset?” he scoffs. “That's not a good reason Dayle, those things are purchased with money and not coins. What got you so upset by the way?”
“Just got upset and all!”
“Dayle? That's not fair. You destroyed Chrissy’s too, I know that she couldn't do it herself. What happened?”
“Oh, fuck that!” I snap
“Dayle!” he grits his teeth
“Look, Dom, I have no idea what this is all about and I don't intend to know. I'm fucking and exhausted, I need to shower and all that shit—”
“You are gonna kind your tone or—”
“Or what?” I ask raising my voice at him springing up. “I'm sick of you trying to act like my Dad! You order me around and restrict my movements like a fucking ass-sucking spy—I hate that! I just wanna be left alone and that's it! Leave me alone!”
“You're not gonna speak to me however you like one more time, again. Yes?” he presses the urge to yell back at me. “Everything I do is to protect your well-being, I am paid millions for this job, and I can't sit around and watch you might behave. You can't just do whatever you like, Dayle! Your father toils harder than you know—” he scolds
“Says who?” I snap angrily. “You have no fucking right over me, I'll do whatever I like whenever I like!” I tell him nonchalantly
“Dayle?” he almost yells at me. “Don’t be stupid okay? Calm the fuck down and tell me what has gotten you this shitty or I'm gonna have to tell your father that you are critically going out of hand. You are misbehaving!” he firmly says
“Yeah! You fucking do that all the fucking time! Nothing’s gonna happen!” I start to walk away.
“No kiddo, you are mistaken. Something's gonna happen. I'll have to punch you in the face to get your brain reset, I'll teach you the art of listening and not misbehaving.” he scowls at me before walking away.
Fuck! I said too much but it doesn't give him the right to make me feel inferior simply because he's bigger or whatever.

I stand in the corridor of the rooms, I'm tempted to go into Chrissy’s room but fuck, I can't do that. I'm not even in the right state of mind. I enter my room, it's still a mess. I quickly head to the washroom before I proceed to the closet to get dressed for Jamil’s gathering. I'm dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, white LV shoes. Steve and Egan wouldn't stop buzzing my phone to remind me.
I strut down approaching the stairs. I sight Dom and Chrissy chatting in the living room, it's deep because I can judge from the way they are discussing. He's probably asking her what I had done to her and what led to that destruction. Fuck! I'm always the demon. She is the cause of everything, she underrated me so much.
I walk past them even if the distance between us is some feet away. Two security men stand in my way without a word.
“Get the fuck out of my way!” I scowl at them offhandedly but they fall on deaf ears. I attempt to walk past but they grab me arm in arm while I squabble with them. My efforts are useless. “Fuck! Just let me go! Just your dirty ass hands off me!” I demanded and they comply but it was not stopping them from blocking my way. I turn in the direction of Dom and Chrissy. My eyes lock with hers, I'm feral at the moment and I see the worry in her eyes but what help is it? Every fucking time I remember what she said to me makes me want to destroy more stuff. I don't know how to contain everything that has happened, I don't know how to handle the pressure and disdain that I feel. It hurts. It's only been hours but it feels like eternity. It doesn't take a proper two minutes and I see some workers with replacement of what had been damaged while others clean up the mess. I made a real mess, I know, some things are just uncontrollable. Speaking to Dom would be an epic fail. My phone alerts me of a text from... My Dad.
*Your mother and I would return by morning, you have a bunch to explain. Brat!!!*
That's bullshit, Dom must have narrated the whole thing without missing a point. I toss my cell phone on the sofa before I drop into it. My foot drummed while my forearms plop into my thighs, interlacing my fingers.
Dom and Chrissy come to me but she's behind, staring skeptically at me nervously.
“Your rooms are under renovation—”
Dom starts talking but I cut him short.
“Really? Now, you're not gonna let me out of the building? What the fuck!” I raise my voice unable to keep calm. I feel frustrated and I just need an escape.
“Your father’s orders—”
“Oh fucking please, is that the only thing I'm gonna be hearing henceforth?”
“As long as you behave!” Dom snaps at me
“Fuck that. Honestly, fuck you. Fuck you a thousand times!” I yell back at him as he clenches his fists in an attempt to hit me. “No go ahead, I fucking need that! It's better than seeing your ticking face!” I say to him. Chrissy scarily holds him back and I lack how to feel. Dom walks away while she attempts to draw closer but I grab my cell phone in an attempt to leave as well.
“Dayle please, I hate to see you like this—”
“It's your fucking fault.” I walk off, I'll just have to crash in one of the empty rooms.


(Hi friends, sorry for the late update. Please don't to share your thoughts! I’ll do mybest to always make this a memorable one. I love you all!)