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As Richard was about to answer Dom, he jumped when Violet knocked on his window. "That's the second time you've done that today, Violet..." he said, wagging a finger at her. "Yeah, we'll be up in a sec. Check to see if your father's still asleep."
He turned back to Dom. "Well, she doesn't seem to be objecting so far...but you're right. I really should've asked her first."

Richard nodded over to Dom before getting out of the car and heading up the stiars. It must be well oafter midnight by now, so he was pleased that Violet's father wasn't the least bit angry with thim. He yawned loudly, suddenly realizing how tired he was. He leaned in and whispered to Violet, "would it be ok if Dom stayed in the room you were putting up for me? I don't mind staying on the couch, really. Not like I haven't slept in my car before, so I'm sure it'll be just as comfy."

"I couldn't put you out of your own bed! My pride won't allow it." Richard stood up, crossing his arms in front of his chest, trying his best to look angry but failing as wide grin spread across his face.

Richard glanced over at the sleeping form of Dom with a look of incredulity. "Well..." he sighed heavily, "I guess that question had been answered. Do you want some help putting your books and stuff away?"

"A bit," Richard replied with a smile as he closed the front door. "I hope your father remembers he agreed to Dom staying here, or they're both going to have a rude awakening tomorrow." He took off his shoes and left them by the door, deciding that a morning shower would be best.
"Well, if you don't need help with anything, I'll be off to bed. See you in the morning." He took off the shirt Violet had lended to him left it neatly across the back of the couch and went into the spare room, leaving the door open.

((Sorry to do it guys....but....))

Dom woke up early the next morning and sighed. He felt the pillow and blanket over him. The last things he'd recieve from friends again. He got up and found a notepad and a pen nearby. He quickly jotted down a note thanking Violet and Richard for everything and for all the good times together. He put it on the couch and took his keys off the table. He walked outside and started his car. It was foggy out, but he had foglights. His car made a great noise as he turned around and performed a peel-out and tore down the road. He soon, arrived at his house. He took the car to the garage and parked it and put a dust cover over it. Then, he went and got his colt pistol and a bullet. He walked inside his house and started to write his will. He left his cars to Richard. His house and it's contents to Rosalee. And his other wordly possesions including his garage to Jesper. He sighed as he finished his will and then made a tape of himself reading it. When he finished, he put both in a plastic bag and placed it on the table in front of him. He took the bullet, put it in the gun, and placed it against his head. "Good-bye....friends." He said. He heard the various mechanisms go off as the gun shot. His body fell limp on the couch.

((holy crap! O_O I hope this doesn't mean you're leaving the RP....))

Richard had slept very little that night, the seed that Dom had planted in his head had caused him to toss and turn. The sun was starting to peek over the horizon when he thought he had drifted off to sleep, only to wake up to the sound of Dom's screeching tyres. "Dom..." he said groggily, slapping his forehead. He pulled himself out of bed and went to the living room to find the note thanking him and Violet. Richard grimaced, knowing he probably would never see Dom again. Not unless Richard got to his house before Dom had the time to pack up. He quickly scribbled a note to Violet, telling her he had gone to Dom's house to stop him leaving, and then ran to his car and started it.

Thankfully, Dom's car was still there as Richard pulled up. I still have time... He threw the door open and leapt out, then ran to the front door and pushed it open, his eyes quickly glancing around. He had been hopeful that he could talk Dom out of leaving, that his little pep talk last night would have convinced him that he could go on with his life. But what he saw shattered all those hopes, his voice caught in his throat.

This isn't real...this can't be happening....

Dom's smile flashed through his mind. How could that have turned into his now blank face, a pool of blood around his head? Half of Richard wanted to cry out in pain, the other was filled with a rage that would probably never be satisfied. His stomach lurched when he saw the note and tape in a bag close by, and he went back outside to relieve himself of the nauseous feeling.