Chapter 10: The Make Up
10.2 The Make Up: Home
Aaliyah was almost to her father’s house and Dominic still had not called. A part of her wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt but the other part of her wanted him to fight for her. She knew that she had betrayed him by sleeping with Jean Pierre again after they had made up and gotten back together but she expected him to understand her dilemma. Aaliyah and Dominic never did see eye-to-eye on anything but they did love each other. But now Aaliyah was beginning to wonder if that love had died somewhere in between work and infidelity.
Maybe there is nothing to talk about maybe we are done and that’s why he has not called, she thought. Not that Aaliyah would blame Dominic for never speaking to her again she just wanted the same forgiveness she had shown to him in return. Maybe I don’t even want to be Dominic, she thought as she gazed out the window. Maybe I just want revenge and retribution for what he has done to me in the past, Aaliyah thought as the limo pulled up to her father’s house.
Aaliyah waited patiently in the backseat as the driver came around and opened her door. “Thank you.” She said as he helped her out of the car. The driver shut the limousine door and then he held out his arm for Aaliyah to hold onto. Aaliyah grabbed the drivers arm and lead up the stairs of her father’s Hampton mansion to the front door.
“Should I be pick you from here for work in the morning?” The driver asked as he rang the doorbell.
“No I’m going to take sometime off.” Aaliyah replied.
“Yes ma’am, have a good night.” The driver said as he nodded his head and headed back to the limo.
“So tell me I have to kill somebody?” Aaliyah’s father asked jokingly as he opened the door.
“I don’t know I’m still deciding.” Aaliyah replied as she walked into the house.
“Well I got the hot chocolate on stove so lets go in the kitchen and you can tell me all about it.” He said as he led her into kitchen. “At least you look pretty.” He said as he began to pour hot chocolate from a pot into two mugs.
“You are my dad you have to say that.” Aaliyah laughed.
“No I’m being honest you do look like your dad.” He grinned. “How many marshmallows do you want?” he asked.
“As many that will fit in the cup.” She said.
Her father smiled as he began to pile marshmallows in Aaliyah’s mug. “Just like when you were a little girl.” Aaliyah’s father said as he brought the hot chocolate over to the table where Aaliyah sat looking sad. “Okay what’s wrong?’ he asked as he sat down.
Aaliyah sighed as she grabbed her mug and started to stir the piping hot chocolate. “Dominic and Jean Pierre got into a fight at the opening and we were all put out of the club.” She said while looking down at her mug. “I can’t choose between them.” She said as she looked up at her father.
“I did know that they were in competition.” Her father said confused. “I thought you were over that punk.” He said.
“I’m not.” She said then she started to cry.