Текст книги "Dominic"

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"What the hell has been up your arse all week, Bronagh?" Branna's voice shouted at the same time my covers were violently torn from my body.

I jolted awake and groaned out in tiredness and annoyance.

I just wanted to be left alone in peace so I could sleep!

"Branna, piss off, I'm sleepin' here!" I snapped into my pillow, keeping my eyes tightly closed.

I felt a whack on my arse, which made me scream, and caused me to jump upright to my feet, so that I was standing on my bed. "That's child abuse!" I shouted to Branna, who stood at the end of my bed with her arms folded and her eyes narrowed at me.

Shite.

She didn't look amused in the slightest.

I did something wrong.

"What did I do? Why are you in here wakin' me up and hittin' me? I'm your little sister you shouldn't-"

"Save it, I heard you this mornin', turnin' off your alarm and goin' back to bed. You ditched school today and that is not cool, not cool at all. You have been a walkin' hormone since you came home from school on Monday. What is wrong with you?"

I groaned, not wanting to explain why I've been off all week.

"Nothin', I just don't feel good today."

I wasn't telling her the full truth. I really didn't feel very good, but the entire truth was that I didn't want to go to school today because I didn't want to deal with another day of Dominic while I felt ill. If Branna knew that he was bullying me, she would call the school and demand a meeting, which would embarrass me. Or she would find out where Dominic lived and murder him. And that would leave me homeless since she technically owned our house and paid for everything. Plus killing Dominic would land her arse in Mountjoy Prison and I would be left all on my own.

"I'll let it slide this once because you're always in school but in the future, tell me if you're sick, okay? I'll make a doctor's appointment for you."

I shook my head. "I'm due my monthly, I think that's what has me sore and cranky."

I was due my period but what had me all wound up was an American dickhead named Dominic. After that first meeting at school Monday morning, he made it his personal mission to get as close to me as he could throughout the school week, because he knew how much I hated it. I even slapped him across the face on Wednesday when he grabbed my arse. He said there was a spider on it, and he was just wiping it off for me.

It was utter bullshit, and he knew it. He fucking squeezed my arse cheek to the point of pain, and that's why he had a grin on his face while pretending to be a do-gooder. Yeah, I was really grateful, so grateful that I left a pretty decent handprint on his cheek that was visible for the rest of the day which had him grumbling and his brother grinning.

Speaking of his brother, it turned out that Damien was the polar opposite of Dominic; he was nice and didn't piss me off. I got paired with him for a science experiment and during that class he apologised for Dominic's behaviour and kindly asked me not to follow-through on any plans I might have formed to murder him, because he liked him alive and breathing, but only a little.

He was extremely flirtatious, but I paid him no mind and just focused on the project we had together. He seemed to get that I wasn't interested in flirting or talking with him at all. He didn't even try after the first few minutes of getting no response from me, which I silently celebrated over. Now, if only his brother gave up as easily, then I would be on cloud nine.

Branna's loud snort pulled me from my thoughts and caused me to look at her.

"What?"

"Nothin'," she chuckled. "Just thinkin' of you bein' in labour with a baby. You wouldn't be able to handle any aspect of childbirth if you can't handle period pains."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh and you are such an expert on childbirth?"

Uh, stupid question.

"No, but compared to you on the subject I am an expert. I am a medical student studyin' to be a midwife, after all. I'm in my fourth year, which means I get to be present in the delivery room now while women give birth so I can get a proper understandin' of what I'm goin' to be doin' when I graduate."

I shivered. "You're so nasty, you actually want to look at a ten pound ham comin' out of a vagina!"

Branna burst out laughing. "Don't call a baby a ham, you bitch!"

I shivered again and groaned before I scrubbed my face a few times with my hands. "Now I'm picturin' someone givin' birth, I hate you!"

Branna burst out laughing again, then moved to my window and opened my curtains, making me hiss at the sunlight that streamed into my room.

"Get up and get dressed, vampire. Since you aren't in school you can do the shoppin' while I'm at the hospital workin'."

That was fair.

"Are you at the hospital all day?"

When Branna wasn't in college doing a million assignments, writing essay papers, or studying for crazy hard tests, she was at the maternity hospital volunteering. All medical students in her chosen field had to volunteer so many hours to get some live experience of childbirth. It's not required that she get paid, because she has to volunteer for experience, but her hospital did pay her. It wasn't much but it was enough for us to live on. We didn't really need Branna's wages to get by. We still had lots of money left to us by our parents, which would get us by until Branna became a midwife and had a steady income. Once I finished my final year in school and graduated, I'd get a summer job that would hopefully roll into a permanent job by the time I started college so that I didn't have to leech off Branna for everything.

"Yeah, I get to see babies come into the world today, isn't that brilliant?" Branna beamed and clapped her hands together, getting my attention again.

I gave her a deadpanned look making her snort. "Well, okay, I know you don't like it because you flip out at stuff like what I do but just think, one day you will be givin' birth, and I could be helpin' you deliver!"

Branna sounded way too excited about that thought.

"I will never have children! Why have kids only to worry about their health and safety for the rest of your life? That's way too much stress for me to deal with, thank you very much."

Branna rolled her eyes. "Someone is going to change your way of thinkin' one day, little sister. I won't be the only person you love and care for. Someone will claw their way into that boxed off heart of yours and set up camp for the long haul, and there won't be a thing you can do about it."

"Don't threaten me!" I snapped.

Branna laughed and asked, "Wishin' you find love is a threat?"

"Yes!"

"Bronagh, you really need to get out more."

I rolled my eyes but decided to humour her. "Okay, sis, I'll make a start on findin' love by goin' to the supermarket and doin' the shoppin'. You never know, I might find him in the poultry aisle."

Branna laughed while shaking her head at me. "Wow, great start," she said sarcastically before giving me a wink and leaving my room.

I rolled my eyes heavenward and fell backwards onto my bed. Groaning, I closed my eyes. I stayed that way for so long that I eventually dozed back off, and when I awoke it wasn't so bright out anymore. I checked the clock in my room and saw it read 4:32 p.m. I yawned and got up from my bed and stretched; I held my belly when light cramp pains attacked. I went into the bathroom and groaned. Sure enough, my period had arrived as predicted. I got cleaned up, washed, and dressed before heading downstairs to take some painkillers.

Branna had already left for work hours ago and had left the shopping list I needed on the counter along with cash to pay for the items. I tucked the list and money into my jeans, and then plaited my hair back out of my face.

I didn't bother with putting makeup on because I felt like shite and would be going to bed when I got home anyway, so I left the house barefaced. I put my earphones in my ears as I walked down the street and hit shuffle on my iTouch.

I passed two people on the pathway, but if I passed more I didn't notice because I was too busy taking in the stunning view I had on my left. I sighed a little, living on the bottom side of the Dublin Mountains really did have its perks. I would never tire of the view it offered; the mountain cliffs, the trails, the multiple shades of green, the huge trees, and of course, a few sheep off in the distance. Content and happy I looked away from my left and glanced to my right, which only deepened my feeling of happiness. To my left I had a mountain view and to my right, a town view.

My housing estate was higher up than the rest of the estates in my area because we were right on the mountain side. That meant I overlooked the entire town which was brilliant. I never usually thought where I lived was beautiful, but it was, once you looked hard enough.

My walk to Citywest Shopping Centre was a quick one and before I knew it, I was in Dunnes Stores walking around pushing a trolley. I took out the list Branna made and began picking up the items she wrote down. I added some cookies and other treats into the trolley, because it was that time of the month, and I needed them.

I was bending down to get the triple chocolate cookies – best cookies ever – on the bottom shelf. I had to go down on my knees, because there were only two packets left, and they were at the very back. I got them though, and when I stood up and turned to toss them in my trolley I froze mid-step.

"What the fuck are you doin' here?" I growled.

Dominic Slater's smirking face morphed into a smiling one. "What do you think I'm doing in a grocery store? Taking a shower?"

I pulled a face at him. "It's called a supermarket, you bloody eejit," I said coolly before moving towards my trolley.

Dominic stepped in front of me, blocking my way.

I blew out a big breath. "Move. Now!"

"Why weren't you in school today?" he asked, ignoring my demand.

He noticed I wasn't in today?

Probably because he had no one else to bully since I wasn't there.

"I'm sick," I said and tried to get around him once more.

He blocked my way again by stepping to the same side as me at the same time.

"You don't look sick," he commented.

I glared at him.

"Shows how much you know, doesn't it?" I growled.

I hunched forward a little when pressure erupted across my lower abdomen and caused me immense pain.

"Dominic, move out of me way!"

"Are you going to puke?" he asked, still blocking my way.

"Yeah, I'm goin' to puke, and I'm aimin' for you so move!" I warned.

Dominic snorted. "Nah, you don't look like you will be sick. You're obviously having stomach pain though."

"Thank you for that observation doctor Fuckface, now move!" I spat.

Dominic laughed at me then glanced to my hands. "I'll happily move… when you give me those cookies."

I cuddled the cookies to my chest as I would with a newly born infant.

"No fuckin' way, I got them first!"

Dominic rolled his eyes. "They are mostly likely the last triple chocolate cookies in the entire store since you had to get them from the very back of the shelf. If you want me to move, then you will give them to me."

"They were the last two packets in the shop, but I'm not givin' you either of them, and if you don't move I'll scream rape and have you arrested!" I warned.

He tipped his head back and laughed, so I took the opportunity and manoeuvred around him. I used one hand to hold the cookies to my chest and the other to grab my trolley.

"Oh, no you don't!"

When I felt hands come around my stomach from behind, I almost died.

He was touching me!

Dominic Slater had his hands on my stomach and had his body pressed into my back.

Oh, my Jesus.

Did this motherfucker have a death wish?

"I'll give you three seconds to get your hands and body away from me, otherwise I will knock you the fuck out!"

Dominic's chuckle in my ear made my body tense up even more than it already was.

"You think you can take me, pretty girl?"

Pretty girl?

Was he trying to be funny or something?

"I do!" I snapped then said, "Don't call me that again!"

"I can call you what I like and say what I like to you, freedom of speech and all that."

"You're so fuckin' stupid and a knob head… get off me!" I snapped then gasped when one of his arms came up and made a blatant grab for my cookies.

No. Fucking. Way!

I lifted my leg and kicked back against Dominic's shin; he grunted as he jumped back away from me. I whirled around and glared at him while he shook out his leg probably trying to shake the pain away.

"You fucking bitch!" he hissed.

I smiled at him. "That will be your balls if you ever touch me again. Have you not learned your lesson that touchin' me results in me hittin' you?"

He rolled his eyes and rubbed his cheek as if still feeling the pain of the slap I delivered to him on Wednesday for touching my arse.

He dropped his hands and grinned at me. "You have a phat ass, I couldn't help myself from having a feel."

I gaped at him.

He just called me fat.

He actually just called me fat.

I didn't care if I looked the size of a whale; you just didn't call a girl fat, especially to her fucking face.

The insult hurt me, and I hated that. I wanted to hurt Dominic back so I threw the insult back at him even though he was nothing but trimmed muscle.

"You are fat!" I snapped, turning and grabbing my trolley with one hand to push it away.

Fuckface stopped me though.

He wedged himself between me and my trolley. I didn't like it, not one bit.

"I didn't call you fat."

The dirty liar!

I growled at him. "You did too, you lying sack of shite!"

"I said you have a phat ass, there is a difference," he stated.

What?

"No there isn't, you said me arse is fat-"

"Phat as in sexy," he purred.

I stared at him, suppressing the urge to beat him to death with my cookies.

"Fat is not sexy," I stated.

"When you have a phat ass it is," Dominic said, still standing in front of me. "I don't mean fat as in fat, I just meant it as in good type of big, not an obese type of big. You have a big butt, and that is sexy."

Why the fuck were we having this conversation about my fat but not fat arse?

"I don't give a fuck. Me and me fat arse want to move on with our trolley so get outta the way."

Dominic smirked and held out his hand and said, "Cookies first."

I gripped the cookies tighter. "You will have to pry them from me cold, dead fingers, you lanky bastard."

Dominic smirked and took a step towards me; I panicked and swung my arm catching him across the face with my hand. He actually stumbled to the side and out of my way as he gripped his face. I shot forward, grabbed my trolley, and all but sprinted up the aisle.

"Bronagh!" he shouted.

I turned and headed straight for a checkout till, more than ready to pay for the items and get home. People obviously heard Dominic shouting and were looking down the aisle where I just shot out from. I pretended to be confused as well; I didn't want anyone thinking I was the Bronagh that Dominic was shouting after.

I jumped into a queue and began to unload my trolley items onto the conveyor belt, while mentally shouting at the woman in front of me to hurry up and pack her things.

"I could have you arrested for assault, you know that right? That's twice you hit me back there."

I sighed, knowing he purposely chose to come to this till just to piss me off.

"It was self-defence, you put your hands on me first without permission," I spat as I nudged my trolley forward without looking around at him.

"That's bullshit," Dominic snarled.

I rolled my eyes. "Get over it, you big baby."

I surged forward when the lady in front of me was finished, and thankfully, the woman serving me had my stuff scanned and helped me bag them in record time.

"Those cookies are the nicest ones in the entire shop, they are always sold out." The woman smiled when she tucked them into a bag.

I looked up at Dominic, who was glaring at me. It made me smile before I looked at the woman.

"I agree, they are delicious."

"Evil bitch," Dominic muttered, making the woman snap her head to him, and it caused me to snort a little.

I paid the woman, grabbed the three carrier bags, and heaved them down. They were heavy, and I hated that Branna wasn't here with her car to help me bring them home.

I sucked in a large breath and headed for the exit of the shop only to pause at the doors, almost whimpering right there and then. It was absolutely lashing rain outside. I didn't know why I was so surprised, it always happened. It could be mild and cool here in Dublin one minute then belting rain the next.

I sighed and looked up at the sky after a full minute of just staring out at the rain. "You just can't cut me a break, can you, Jesus?"

"I don't think he replies to people who assault innocents."

I jumped at his voice, which he laughed at.

I shook my head without looking at Dominic when he came to stand next to me. "How the hell did you pack your things and pay for them so quickly?" I questioned.

"Magic," he replied.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, use some magic and disappear from me presence."

Dominic snorted. "You would love that, wouldn't you?"

I looked at him, narrowed my eyes, and smiled. "I would love nothin' more than for you to disappear from the face of the earth, Fuckface."

Dominic looked like he suddenly wanted to murder me so I stepped away from him.

"No wonder you bought tampons, it must be that time of the month." He shook his head.

He saw my tampons?

Oh, God!

I felt my face flush. "Shut the hell up!"

He grinned at me. "You're seriously mean on your period."

Oh, my God!

Get me the hell out of here.

"Well, this was horrible, I hope we don't run into each other here – or anywhere – ever again. Bad day to you, sir." I bowed my head and stepped out into the rain.

I felt a chill run up my spine, so I straightened myself up, ignored the pain of the plastic bags digging into my fingers, and pushed on walking.

"Do you want a ride?" I heard Dominic's voice shout from my far left.

I gasped and spun in his direction, noticing that he was moving towards a large black Jeep.

"You dirty bastard! How dare you ask me that!” I shouted.

Dominic paused his stride and looked at me with his eyebrows raised before he laughed.

"Crap, I meant a lift as in a lift home in my car. I didn't mean a ride as in the meaning of what a ride is over here… I'm not asking you to ride me, Bronagh."

I felt myself flush.

"Whatever, I don't need a lift!" I turned and continue walking out of the car park and onto the pathway.

The rain was coming down so hard that it was dribbling down into my eyes, making it hard to see. I rubbed my eyes against my shoulder and pressed on.

I never cared about the rain – I was used to it – and actually liked walking in it when it rained hard. But not when I was carrying heavy things. I glared at Dominic's Jeep when it passed me by, then screamed when he came close to the path and splashed dirty water all over me.

"You prick!" I screamed as loud as I could.

I had dropped my shopping bags during the soaking, so I quickly bent down to pick them up. I swear Dominic was lucky everything I bought was in sealed packaging and wouldn't be destroyed by the water.

"I know you won't believe me but I was actually pulling up beside you to offer you a ride again. I really didn't mean to get you all wet," Dominic's voice shouted out from his car – the passenger side window was rolled down – then followed with a laugh.

He was actually laughing at me!

I growled as I looked to my right and glared into the opened window of Dominic's Jeep. I used my shoulder to get the water out of my eyes again before spitting some out of my mouth.

"FUCK OFF," I screamed. "JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, I HATE YOU!"

His eyebrows jumped a little at my shouting, but I didn't care. Fuck him. I turned and pretty much jogged away and all the way home. I didn't stop moving until I was safely inside my house. I sank down to my arse with the hall door pressed to my back.

"Bronagh? Is that you? I got off early and tried ringin' you to see if you needed-" Branna's voice was cut off mid-sentence before a muffled laugh quickly filled up the silence. "You look like a soaked rat!"

I growled and leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes. I winced a little when my stomach began to cramp up, adding further horribleness to my already shitty day.

"I didn't think it was rainin' that hard. You're seriously soaked, Bee. What happened?"

I grunted as I continued to sit on the floor, shopping bags gathered around me. I could easily tell her that an American prick soaked me with his car after harassing me inside the supermarket, but I honestly didn't want to talk about Dominic or even think about the arsehole.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Fuming that I was soaked to the bone and annoyed that I had a female reproductive system, I leaned my head back against the door and closed my eyes again before exhaling loudly. Dominic was pretty much to blame for one of those things, so I decided to blame everything that was wrong with me on him as well.

It was official, I now and would forever more hate Dominic Slater.