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[center][h1][color=brown]Dominic Mason[/color][/h1][/center]

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[center][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] The Party[/center]
 
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[center]Dominic felt in a daze; he didn’t know whether it was adrenaline or his flawed heart trying to maintain balance under the extreme pressure. It was Tas that snapped him out of it, her usual icy ways piercing his thoughts. [b][color=a187be]"Breath,"[/color][/b] she said quietly as she checked his vitals with the utensils he knew she always carried with her.[b][color=a187be]"We need to talk, later. Go see about Nat, I'll clean up your fists later,"[/color][/b] she said coldly before stepping away from him and putting her things back in her purse. Dom looked down and saw his hands covered in blood, he wasn’t sure if it was his or not. He didn’t remember getting hit but punching someone hard enough can easily open up a wound on your hand. He raised his hazel eyes back to Tas an spoke only in a whispered mumble.

[b][color=brown]”I’m sorry”[/color][/b]

Turning away from everyone in shame, Dom hurried himself out of the room. Why? How could he let this happen? They weren’t supposed to see it, they weren’t supposed to know. Nat wasn’t…oh God Nattie. Dominic glanced down at his hands again, God if she had seen him, she had seen that….how could he do that on this of all nights? Forget the HCM. It was the rage, the fever….that’s what was really killing Dominic Mason.

Entering into the bathroom where Nat was being looked after by some of the gang, Big Mountain looked at her with no words, typical Dom. He tried to speak but he couldn’t find the words that would help in this situation. Suddenly his love was wrapped tightly in his arms, her wet chestnut hair brushing against his cheek. He clutched Nat and pulled her in close. She hadn’t seen it. She hadn’t seen him lose himself. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head just before she pulled away to continue to clean up.

As more and more people began to file into the bathroom to check on Nattie, Dominic sat down against the sink, replaying the scene in his head over and over again. He had nearly killed that kid….that’s all he was, just another kid and the Minnesota man nearly beat him to death. Light tears began to fill his eyes just in time for Nat to come back over to him.

[color=7f8ef0][b]"So, what happened when I left? Anyone want to feel me in?"[/b][/color]

Simply raising his left hand to be visible to everyone, Dom did not look at all like himself. His hand was stained red, swollen from the force of his punches and the blood that had been spilled. [b][color=brown]”I…I nearly killed him…I…can’t…I got to go get your surprise ready…Nat I’ll see you at home”[/color][/b] Dom couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be around them. His heart and mind was all over the place, the anger was eating away at him. He got to his feet and planted a soft kiss on Natalya’s lips. [b][color=brown]”I love you”[/color][/b] He quickly hurried back into the main room, ignoring the friends that had remained there. He grabbed his crumpled jacket from the floor and swiftly departed.

What had he done?[/center]