too shaky to hold

[dominic vinten cuvo]

It is all a dream. His body vibrated with alcohol and drugs and a rage that felt just as potent as any substance he could abuse, craving the ensuing chaos. The years of their friendships toppling in this holy place, the dramatics of his mind expecting the stained-glass windows to shatter and the roof to blow away, for God himself to intervene on his terrible children. Dominic the blasphemer, making a mockery of it all in hopes of provocation and backlash, the few things that got his blood going. Give him floods and plagues and disaster, end his world as he knows it. Henry is suddenly here and upon him. He has almost no time to laugh that Kitty’s stalker has once again appeared where he is not invited, the brute’s fist cracking across his face. Oh no, his modeling will suffer for that. Dominic breaks with wild, crazed laughter that doesn’t falter with the second blow, tasting metal in his mouth. “Oh, Henry! Yes, don’t stop!” he moaned with a wicked Joker grin, head lolling in pleasure, wanting more of his hands and fists. He wouldn’t turn down fucking his enemy. More pain, more blood, more dramatic flair for him to feast on. He was being punished for his treatment of their starlet, who he could still not bear to look at as her white knight quickly vanished, not a man of many words. How Dominic craved to describe how Kitty felt on the inside in excruciating detail, ask if Henry knew the pleasure of emptying himself raw and deep within her. Calvin is an unwelcome sight when the world rights itself, Dominic tearing away from his former friend with a wet grunt, devastated by his words. It felt like a failure, two out of three. Maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much if he’d had Calvin, too, but suddenly he is hideously alone without his rotten posse. Bystanders are hovering, phones bright with messages and camera flashes, wondering if they should call the police or an ambulance, adding to the chatter that propels Dominic to shoulder through the crowd, leaving a trail of blood, batting peoples’ phones and drinks out of their hands, emitting noises between cackles and shrieks as he shoved his way to the grand doors and sought to leave his own party. Under the archway he paused, looked down at his blood mingling with the stains of Kitty’s. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.