by Sky Corgan
To my surprise, the condo was spacious and incredibly well decorated. It almost didn't look lived in, like a show unit. The color scheme was all beige and mahogany and black and silver. Everything matched and flowed together perfectly. I was almost scared to touch anything.
“This will be your home for the next few years. I want you to make yourself comfortable,” Dominick told me as he placed my suitcases on the bed.
“Wow, Dom, this is really nice,” I commented, looking around.
The room was small, but it would do. There was a full-size bed with a bedside table, chest of drawers, and desk with a laptop. I had brought my own computer, so I wasn't really sure what to do with the one that was already there.
“It should be sufficient,” he replied. Even his mannerisms had changed from what I remembered. The Dominick I knew would never say something so stuffy. I felt like I would be on pins and needles around him for a while.
“Um, Dom?”
“Hm?” He straightened himself and looked at me, pulling his sunglasses off and folding them before hanging them from the front of his shirt.
“I just wanted you to know that I didn't come with plans to be a burden on you. I want to carry my own weight. I plan to cook and clean. I don't know if you had someone else do it for you before, but I'll take over from now on.”
He smiled warmly at me, and it was the first glimpse of the old Dominick that I had seen since arriving. “That would be great. I typically do the cleaning around here myself, though cooking isn't really my forte. I go out to eat for most of my meals.”
“That's not very healthy.” I frowned at him.
“I know.”
“Well, you won't have to worry about that anymore. I'll cook for us, and it will help save you some money too.”
“Much appreciated.” He paused for a moment before speaking again, “I'm going to give you some time to settle in, and then I'd like to discuss some things with you.”
“I don't really need to settle in. We can discuss them now, if you want.”
“It's whatever is easier on you. I'm not the one who just got off a plane.”
“It's fine. I'd like to visit with you for a while. I have all the time in the world to get unpacked.”
“Well, I wouldn't say that you have all the time in the world, but if you're up for a quick chat, then I suppose we can get it over with.”
His words stung. Already, I was feeling like a burden. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all.
Dominick retreated to the living room, and I followed behind, trying to keep a positive attitude. He sat on one of the two loveseats, lounging back, a habit that he still retained from the days before my sister betrayed him. The small familiarities helped to comfort me somewhat, though they were few and far between. I sat across from him on the other loveseat, feeling like I was about to get a lecture.
“I figured that since I work from home and don't really have a set schedule that I could drive you to and from school every day,” he said.
“Is there not a bus route around here?”
“There is, but the college is only nine miles down the road. It's a straight shot, and it would be good for me to get out more.”
“That's not really necessary. I don't mind taking the bus.”
“I insist,” his words were polite yet strict at the same time.
“Alright,” I replied hesitantly.
“I spend most of my days in my office. If I'm in there, it means I'm working.”
I waited for him to say something else, like that I wasn't to bother him when he was working. Apparently, he thought it went without saying.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“No. That's all I can think of.”
“Am I allowed to have friends over?”
“I'd rather you not. I don't mean to be rude, but I live a very private life.”
“It's fine. I kind of expected it, to be honest. Well, Tammy told me to expect it.”
We sat in awkward silence for a moment. This wasn't the chitchat I had imagined at all. It felt like we were complete strangers, but like he had no interest in finding out about me. After a few more minutes, Dominick stood and went to his bedroom. I sat there for a while longer before doing the same. It didn't appear that he would be coming back out anytime soon. Our discussion was over.
That night I was restless, wondering if I had made a mistake by agreeing to move in with him. He was not the Dominick I remembered. Sure, he still looked like the same guy, for the most part, but emotionally, he was so different. There was no warmth or love emanating from him. He seemed to be just a shell of the man I had known before. That made me sad, but I supposed that time changed all people, and not always for the better.
The next morning when I emerged from my bedroom, I found Dominick already in his office. To my surprise, the door wasn't closed. Then again, I suppose since he had lived alone for so long, there was no reason to close it. He didn't even acknowledge me as I walked past his office to go to the restroom.
Once I finished getting dressed, I went into the kitchen to check out the refrigerator. It was bachelor central in there. I had never seen a more empty refrigerator in all my life. The only thing occupying the shelves were a few bottles of water and a six-pack of beer. He hadn't been joking about not eating at home.
My stomach growled as I looked at all the empty space. With a frown, I closed the refrigerator and opened freezer. An ice cube tray. Are you serious? That's all that's in here.
Grumbling, I closed the freezer and started checking out the cabinets. By some miracle, I found a box of cereal and some ramen noodles. Without milk though, there was absolutely nothing I could eat for breakfast. Had he even thought about the fact that I was going to need to eat?
I didn't want to bother him while he was working, but I was too hungry not to. Trying my best not to seem annoying, I knocked on his office door, waiting until he looked up at me before entering.
“Good morning,” he said politely.
“Good morning,” I replied, showing the same courtesy.
“What's up?”
“You don't have any milk.”
“I don't usually eat breakfast.”
“Ugh. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
He smirked. “Thank you for that lesson, teacher.”
For some reason, his words made me blush. Maybe it was the way he was looking at me. Some warmth had returned to his features, some resemblance of the man he once was.
“Well, I eat breakfast every morning,” I told him. “And there's nothing for me to eat here.”
“Then I suppose we'll have to remedy that, now won't we?” He stood and walked past me, disappearing into his bedroom.
In truth, it was nice to see him out of the business suit. He looked a lot more natural in the plaid pajama pants and gray T-shirt he was wearing now—and a lot more sexy. Not that he didn't look sexy in the suit. On the contrary, he had been quite handsome, but I was craving the Dominick that I used to know, not the stranger who had shown up at the airport to retrieve me.
At first, I thought he was going to get dressed to take me out to eat. I waited patiently in the living room until he returned with his wallet. He opened it up and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, handing it to me.
“You can buy groceries with this,” he told me.
I took the money, giving it a puzzled look. “Are you going to drive me to the grocery store?”
“You told me you didn't mind taking the bus. I'm sorry, Kimlet, I have work to do right now.”
I grumbled internally at the pet name. To add insult to injury, he mussed up my hair before retreating to his office. I'm not a little kid anymore, God damn it. How long before he starts treating me like an adult?
With a sigh, I returned to my room and pulled out my laptop to check the bus schedule. Apparently, the money would have to cover my bus fare too. To say the least, I wasn't pleased. How could he possibly expect me to buy a lot of groceries if I had to
carry them on the bus? It seemed like he was just trying to get rid of me.
Two bags full, that's all I can get, I told myself as I headed to the bus stop. It was going to be a long miserable day. I could already tell. I just hoped that it wasn't going to be a long miserable two years of college.
By the time I returned from the grocery store, my arms were aching from carrying the bags of groceries all the way from the bus stop to the condo. I had over-shopped, so I ended up with four bags instead of two. And milk is damn heavy when you have to haul a gallon long distance on top of other things.
When Dominick came to the door, he took over, carrying the bags the rest of the way inside, though he left them in the kitchen, so I could unpack them. I scowled at his backside as he returned to his office. Lazy bones. When did he become so dismissive?
I decided to try not to let it bother me. I had said that I was going to make his life easier, and apparently, feeding me had never been a part of his plan. The least I could do was put away the groceries I had forced him to pay for.
When I finished putting the groceries away, I finally got to eat a bowl of cereal. At that point, it was already past noon, and my stomach was practically devouring itself. Hunger pangs had been racking through me since I first made it to the bus stop. It had been a horrible morning, but at least tomorrow I wouldn't have to go through the same thing.
After breakfast, I made myself a sandwich, trying to catch up on my meals for the day. Then when lunch was over, I started preparing dinner. As far as I could tell, Dominick hadn't gone out to eat yet, so I was sure he would be getting hungry soon.
Since I had to carry all the groceries myself, I decided to make something simple. Spaghetti and meatballs was on the menu tonight. Hopefully, it would stretch until Dominick was willing to take me to the grocery store so that I could get him stocked up on the ingredients I would need to cook other meals.
About half-way through preparing dinner, Dominick came into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He looked over my shoulder, sniffing at the pot of bubbling spaghetti sauce.
“What's that?” he asked.
“Spaghetti and meatballs. As I recall, it used to be one of your favorites.”
“It still is,” he replied, returning to his office without another word.
When dinner was ready, I knocked on his office door. I felt like an annoyance, bothering him while he was working, but I wanted him to eat while it was still hot.
“What?” He looked up at me.
“Dinner is ready,” I told him meekly.
“Alright. I'll be out in a few minutes.”
I nodded, returning to the kitchen to get the place settings for the dining room table. When everything was set up, I waited for Dominick. Luckily, he didn't take too long.
“What's this?” he asked, standing in front of the table and looking at it like he'd never seen plates and silverware before.
“I told you I was going to make you dinner.”
“It's not even five o'clock yet.”
“You're hungry though, aren't you?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then sit down and I'll serve you.”
Hesitantly, he pulled out a chair and took a seat. As I walked back to the kitchen with his plate, I wondered what was wrong with him. He had been acting so strange ever since he picked me up from the airport.
I served Dominick first and then myself, sitting down to eat across from him. Most of the meal was spent in silence, though he did compliment my cooking, which made me feel good. By the time he was done eating, his plate was completely empty. It filled me with a sense of pride to know he enjoyed my cooking, like I was doing something right.
After we finished eating, he returned to his office, where he stayed for the rest of the night. I did the dishes and retreated to my own room, feeling like a roly poly from all the food I had eaten. I'd had three meals practically back to back. It was the most I'd eaten in such a short span in a long time.
In the following days, I got a feel for Dominick's routine, or lack thereof. He practically lived in his office, though he'd come out for meals and to take a shower at night. Occasionally, he'd go to the gym, but that was about it. I had never met such a hermit in all my life.
While our exchanges of conversation were brief, I did feel like he was starting to warm up to me a little. Perhaps I had been too hard on him when I first arrived. He was always polite and nice and considerate, and no matter how many times I barged into his office while he was working, he never got mad.
When I wasn't cooking or cleaning, I stayed in my room so that I wouldn't bother him. Thankfully, the internet provided enough entertainment to tide me over until school started, though by the time the first day of school arrived, I was admittedly going a bit stir-crazy.
That morning, Dominick and I both got up early. He donned his business suit for the second time I had seen him wear it, and then we walked out the door and went to the garage, which was detached from the rest of the building. I nearly crapped my pants when he clicked the opener and revealed a brand new red Maserati GranTurismo convertible.
“What happened to the Frankenstein car?” I asked jokingly as I set my backpack on the floorboard.
He huffed. “Dead and buried, like so many other things.”
I wasn't sure what he meant, but I didn't like the darkness behind his words. There was a lifelessness about Dominick that I couldn't put my finger on. In fact, it seemed like he just went through the motions every day. Get up. Work. Eat. Go to the gym. Go to bed.
I was glad to have something else to worry about when he dropped me off in front of the college. This was the real reason I was here. It was time to get my learning on.
The first day of school was hectic, but I made it through. I was happy to see that most of the other students were around my age, and I hoped that I'd eventually settle in and make some friends, even if I couldn't bring them back to Dominick's place. For as much as I cared about him, as things were, I couldn't imagine him being the only one in my world for the next two years.
When Dominick picked me up that afternoon, I felt awkward as the other students stared at his car and made comments. I could hear some of them talking, wondering who he was. It made me feel a bit uncomfortable, and I found myself walking faster just so that we could hurry up and leave.
“How was your first day of college?” Dominick asked when I opened the car door to step inside, not even bothering to turn to me, his eyes and emotions hidden behind dark sunglasses.
“It was good,” I replied, staring out the window, watching dozens of heads follow the car as it drove away.
“What's your favorite class?”
“Probably The Electronic Game Industry.”
“What's your major?” I could see his eyebrows crease.
“Video game design.”
“That should make you popular with the boys.”
The comment sounded dry, and I couldn't tell if he meant it as sarcasm or not, but I chose to ignore it. He had no business caring about how popular I was with the boys. I was a grown woman now, after all.
Thankfully, instead of going back to the condo, Dominick took me to get groceries. I piled stuff into the cart enthusiastically, not even caring about the total until we actually got to the register. When the cashier rang us up to the tune of over three-hundred dollars, I cringed.
“I'm sorry, do you want me to put some of this back?” I asked, cowering.
“It's fine,” he replied, whipping out his credit card and handing it to the cashier.
The abundance of groceries barely fit in the trunk of his car, and it took four trips for me to get it all inside once we got back to the condo. As normal, Dominick retreated to his office, leaving most of the work for me. I couldn't help but wonder if he actually was working, or if he was busy playing video games or watching porn and ignoring me half of the time.
When all the groceries were put away, I started on dinner. Dominick came out of his
office to eat with me, and then I did the dishes, and we went our separate ways. This must be what living with a roommate was like. We co-inhabited the same space, but we really didn't speak a lot or spend time together. Maybe it was better that way. After all, I would only be here for two years. There was no point in getting too attached.
The next day at school, I was greeted with the same stares and whispers as we arrived in front of the college in the Maserati. I could almost feel the eyes following me as I got out of the car and walked up to the building. Perhaps I should insist on taking the bus after all. I certainly didn't need the attention.
In my Society and Business class, we were forced into three-man groups to work on a project. I was paired with a peppy girl with hair as curly as mine and a charming looking blonde boy. The girl quickly introduced herself as Carmen Rucks and then launched right into questions about the Maserati.
“Your parents must be loaded,” she commented. “Why are you going to school at a community college?”
“The car doesn't belong to my parents,” I replied nervously.
“Oh. Is it yours?” Her eyes widened at the prospect.
“No.”
“A boyfriend?” Her excitement was completely unmerited and almost annoying.
“Carmen, leave her alone. Geez, you're so nosy,” the boy complained. Then he turned to me with a grin. “Seriously though, who does the car belong to? I don't know anyone around here that can afford a car like that.”
“It belongs to a family friend,” I told them.
“A rich family friend?” Carmen asked.
“Obviously. How many poor people do you know who drive around in Maseratis.” The boy rolled his eyes.
“Oh, shut it, Victor. I'm just trying to make conversation and be friendly,” she barked at him.
“It's fine.” I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Um, he's an author, actually. The guy who owns the car, I mean.”
“Oh, cool.” Carmen immediately calmed, returning her attention to me. “Anyone famous?”
“You probably wouldn't know him.”
“Carmen, would you leave her alone? This project isn't going to do itself,” Victor complained.
