2 Dominic Jax

*Warning: This chapter may contain themes not suitable for people under the age of 17. This chapter may also contain themes that are upsetting to some readers. Please, read with caution.*

(6 months earlier)

Dominic woke with a start. He was itching to get a fix. His muscular body flew out of his twin sized bed and to the dark wood dresser across the room. He stared at the pale, sculpted face and green eyes looking back from the rounded mirror. He could see the sweat rolling off his curly brown hair. He needed it, and he needed it now. Amongst the cluttered dresser top he found a spoon. He ran across the room to the closet and scrambled to the area labeled "Dom". Shoving the piles of ripped faded jeans and leather biker boots out of the way, he pulled a shoe box toward himself. He ripped away the lid, revealing a small collection of blades and a tiny baggy full of whit rocks. 'YES!' He thought. Dom grabbed the baggy and a blade and scrambled back to the dresser. He shoved a wig to the ground and laid out his tools. Dom's hands shook as he used the spoon the scoop out a tiny amount from the baggy. His dumped it out and used the back of the spoon to crush it. Trying to calm his breathing, he reduced the rubble into a fine powder using his blade. He took a deep breath. 'God I can't wait any longer.' He thought. He pushed his left nostril closed and bent towards the dresser. Dom sat back on his heels and let the feeling wash over him, taking away the sick feeling. 'Shit yeah! That's what I needed baby.' He told himself.

After having effectively warded off the feeling of death, Dominic pulled a black shirt and a pair of cut-up jeans from his respective spots in the closet and dresser. He looked around the boring room full of his and the other belongings. 'That fucking nerd needs to redecorate.' he thought. 'This place looks like his Granny lives here.' He scoffed and made his way into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he looked at the shelf of medications beside him. Four of those little orange bottles were his. He had never taken a single pill in his life. Well, at least not the legal ones. "Fuck Dr. Allen!" He spat out loud. As he made his way out to his bland living space, his cell phone rang. He picked up his black phone and grabbed a beer from the fridge. The time on his phone read: February 26th, 11 am. He looked down and noticed the name on his caller ID. Marcy. It was his girlfriend. He rolled his eyes, took a swig of beer, and answered the phone.

"What, babe." He spat into the phone. There was a short pause before Marcy's small voice was heard.

"I…I've been calling you for weeks…you disappeared again…I…ugh…I got scared…. I missed you." She said timidly. Dominic could here her small sobs of relief on the other end.

"Are you fuckin' crying right now?!" He had started to raise his voice at her.

"No....Yes. I just. I love you so much and I was worried that maybe you left me or that you could have overdosed. I was just so worried about you!" Marcy was sobbing harder now. Dominic new she cared for him.

"Stop freaking out! I don't need to tell you shit; you freak!" He shouted at her. She had gone quiet now. 'Why am I like this?' Dominic thought to himself. 'I love her.'

"I'm sorry. I'll let you go…" she trailed off.

"No, please wait baby. I'm sorry. It's been a rough morning. I love you." His voice had softened.

"Will you come over?" she asked with a hint of hope in her voice.

"Anything for you. I'll bring your favorite smack too." He smiled. He could hear her excitement.

Dominic walked back through his modernly styled house to his bedroom. He stopped when he got to his mirror. As he looked at himself in the mirror he started to boil with rage. This was his body! Why should he have to suffer with being forced to share! He slammed his hands onto the dresser and turned towards the closet. He pulled a leather jacket from behind the door and stuffed his little white baggy inside the inner pocket. He made his way back through the house and into the garage. In it sat is bike, alongside a silver Chevy Cruze. He opened the garage door and backed his bike out. Dominic revved the engine and pulled out, tearing down the road. It was a good thing he lived in the countryside. No neighbors could complain. After all, he had about an hour-long drive.

Dominic sighed as he pulled into Marcy's driveway. His ass hurt. He swung his leg over the side and started walking towards the door. He made it two steps before Marcy's petite frame darted out the door and slammed into him. She said nothing as he held her there. He had missed the feeling of her hourglass shape in his arms. Dominic held her tightly. His fingers twirling in the long black hair. He pushed her back and took her face in his hands. It was a beautiful round face, tarnished by the look of fear and the tears streaming from her ocean blue eyes. He wiped away the tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead. Her face filled with a smile again.

"Let's go inside." She said as he grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.

Within 20 minutes, the two lovers were high. They circled through the small, Indie styled house. Making love like they hadn't seen each other on months. Frankly, they hadn't. Dominic woke the next morning in a bed so familiar, yet not his own. He rolled over and pulled Marcy in close. Her silky hair was messy. He liked it that way. He was never good at truly wording how much he really loved her. Yet he had a peculiar hate for the girl as well. Unlike him, she had her own body. She didn't have to share. And he hated her for it. Dominic kissed her forehead and slowly crept out of bed. He walked to her dresser and opened the top drawer. He moved aside her collection of underpants and bras to revel an envelope. In it were pictures that Dom had taken of Marcy. He pulled his favorite. It was a picture of her, in a matching under-set, sitting on his motorcycle. He threw his cloths on and stuffed the picture in his pocket. As he slunk out of Marcy's home, he googled the nearest tattoo shop and then texted Marcy to let her know he was bringing a surprise. He pushed his phone back into his pocket and started down the road. 'This is MY damned body! This should show them!' He thought. He smiled as he tore down the street.