Kicking the sheets away from him, Dominic trudged towards the kitchen, following the faint scent of cooked food.
A cup of coffee was prepared along with a British plate of eggs and hams on the table set in the middle with two chairs placed on opposite sides. Holly was reading Fallen by Lauren Kate at the side of the table that’s closer to the sink.
“Holly,” Dominic said, “How many times have you read that book again?”
With eyes glued to the pages, Holly pointed briefly towards the owl-shaped clock that hung behind him.
“It’s afternoon, eh?” He said to no one in particular. “I’ve been out that long.”
With one hand, he drained the contents in the cup, and with the other, he snatched the thin piece of ham and chewed on it, as he stalked out of the kitchen. Dominic stopped by the door and pondered on his next course of action. He was attacked the evening before on the way home, but managed to get away with a few injuries. He found the cure to a disease everyone thinks does not exist. His parents hung up on him. Should he go to the university today? Will they let him enter the research and development laboratory after his persistent calls from yesterday? They should, right? He has to test the formula of the serum for the cure. That would be enough of a reason, right? Surely, the lecturers there would not blacklist him from exercising the rights to work in the lab.
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Dominic decided then that he would not let rejection bring him down. Not when he has come this far and especially not when he found something that may help humankind survive the next attack. He paced all around, at times he’d be in the room, eyes flicking up and down the laptop’s screen, at other times he’d be flipping through medical concordance and magazines in the living room. Occasionally, he’d visit the kitchen to check on Holly.
Picking up his mobile from the floor, Dominic tapped a couple of times on the touchscreen after an hour of pacing.
“Holly,” he called from the living room, “I’m going out… to meet Jim.”
He knew she heard his hesitation. Holly dog-eared her current page before setting it down on the dining table and ran to the bedroom.
“That girl…” He muttered under his breathe.
He felt a pressure being applied onto his right wrist as he was halfway out the door. Dominic turned around to find Holly with eyes cast down, with his coat in her other hand. He turn towards her and took the coat.
“I’ll be back for dinner.” Dominic said as he closed the door behind him.