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Stephenie's been trying for weeks to reach Louis or Joan. She called several times but only got machines, she visited them at home, and got doors slammed in her face, she sent e-mails seeping with apology, and got nothing in return. She'd been crying for weeks on end and, much like what Louis and Joan were doing to her, when Dom called, or visited, or e-mailed, she ignored him completely. She knew this wasn't entirely his fault, but if he just left her alone. If he just let her be with Louis, this never would've happened. And for that, she blamed him completely.

The phone rang. She jumped. "Louis? Joan?" she pleaded into it. No such luck.

"Hi Steph," Dom said from the other end. Without another word, she hung up the phone and decided to watch her caller I.D. from now on, She ignored the next 5 calls. hree were from Dom, 2 were from telemarketers.

This was a complete and total disaster. She wished Dom Evans had never been born. Just then, the phone rang again. She checked the Caller I.D and saw that it was the police. She answered the phone. sounding a little shaky.

"H-Hello?' she asked.

"Yes Miss Dawson? This is Sergeant Brooks from the police office. I have a question to ask you," he said.

"Yes?' she said, unsure.

"You know Dominick Evans, correct?" he asked her. Her heart rate slowed down some. So this was another Dom-thing, huh? What now?

"Yes. Yes I do. What's this about?" she asked, kind of annoyed now.

"Dominick Evans was in a car crash about a half hour ago. He was intoxicated and his blodd-alcohol was .25. He was on his way to your house, your number was the last he called, and there was a note in his hand," she was informed. Her heart stopped.

"Is he...okay?" she asked, shaky again.

"I'm afraid not. He's in critical condition. We need you to come down here so we can ask you more questions," he told her. She was in a daze. Dom? A car crash? How? Why? What was happening?

"Miss Dawson?' she heard a wake up call from the other end.

"Oh yes. Sure. I'll be there in about 10 minutes," she told him.

"Okay," he said, and hung up.

She placed the phone back on the reciever and slowly got dressed into appropriate clothing. She got into her car and rove to the station in a daze. She was surprised she made it there without getting into an accident herself. She oulled in, got out of the car and walked into the precinct. At the front desk, she said her name and was escorted to an interrogation room. An officer accompanyed her a few minutes later.

"Hello Miss Dawsom. I'm officer Brooks. We spoke over the phone," he told her.

"Yes I remember," she said, not totally focusing. He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.

"This is the note that was in his possesion at the scene of the accident," he said, and slid it across the table to her. She opened the note, read it, started to cry, but held her tears back. She looked up and was asked her question.

The procedure went by slow. He asked her ridiculous things and when he was sastisfied with her answers, he let her go. When she got to her car, she unlocked the door, and slid inot the drivers' side. She pulled the note out of her pocket andread it a few times, and each time, felt a sharp pain to her chest.

Dear Stephenie,
     I wanted to tell you that words cannot express how sorry I am for all the pain I caused you. I didn't mean for this to hapen. Any of it. I know you want me dead. I know you hate me for what I did, but I have to tell you this now. I know you don't want to hear it, but I really do love you. If you don't love me back, I understand. I know that I don't deserve it. I just felt that you should know I don't want to make you unhappy anymore. I'm sorry. I love you. Goodbye...forever.
Dominick Evans