Loving Mr. Daniels
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My hands wrapped around my kid brother’s head, and I placed my forehead against his. “I’m sorry, Jace…” I muttered before he pulled away from me, looking confused.
“What?” he asked before he turned around and saw the cops marching toward him.
One of the police officers took his hands and handcuffed him. I listened to the officer read Jace his rights. It all became a blur as they carried him off for drug dealing—evidence they had collected from me earlier. Jace looked at me with confusion, but then he came to realize what was happening and screamed.
“You ratted me out?! Our mom just died, Danny! Mom is dead!” he screamed, his face turning red. “I’m your brother!” His voice was cracking, but his screams were still high. “You’re a rat! Mom is dead and you’re having me locked up!”
His voice echoed down the halls.
His voice echoed into my soul.
Memories were scary, how they could break you with simply your own thoughts.
I blinked and turned away from staring at the spot where Mom died. The hot sun was beating down against my skin. Moving to the edge of the dock, I removed my running shoes and my socks. My feet fell into the cool water and I lay back on the wooden, squeaky dock.
I planned to fix up the dock sometime soon. I planned to fix up the whole house, actually. I just didn’t know how Dad and Mom would’ve wanted it.
I hadn’t really allowed my brain to deal with Dad’s death yet—I was still somewhat in shock by Mom’s. No matter what, no matter how many times you’d dealt with it, death never grew easier.
There was no one I could truly talk to about it. My friends wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain. Plus, I didn’t want to make them feel as shitty as I felt on a daily basis.
But there had been one moment when I saw someone who might understand, based solely on her eyes. Her eyes were surreal, haunting even. Green, powerful eyes that looked so sad. Broken. Beautiful.
My eyes shut, and I imagined her—the girl from the train. My muscles twitched from my run, and I took deep breaths, trying to remember everything about her. She knew what it was like to be me—lost, alone. I had seen it each time she’d blinked her eyes and her thick, long eyelashes hung low.
I should’ve asked for her name. I should’ve sat on top of my luggage beside her. She’d smiled when I’d quoted Shakespeare, but there was still a bit of sadness lingering in the curves of her lips. She was pained by some type of grief, and I had seen it eating her alive—the same way my sadness was tearing me apart. And nothing or nobody could stop it from happening.
A part of me didn’t want it to stop. A part of me thought I deserved the suffering. But for the life of me, I couldn’t believe that that girl deserved to be so sad. I secretly hoped that someday someone could make her smile without the frown lines.
I hoped someday she would be all right.
Chapter 5
Touch me when you’re gone.
Leave me when you’re near.
Love me with my shattered pieces.
~ Romeo’s Quest
The next few days, I did my best to keep to myself. I didn’t talk a lot, but I allowed my mind to keep running on that dang treadmill in my head. It turned out that Henry’s family loved to eat dinner together every night, and I thought it was nice of them to invite me to eat with them.
But I knew I didn’t fit in with their table for four. Rebecca pulled out a folding chair from their storage room for me to sit on. There was a metal piece on the seat that pushed into my left thigh, but I didn’t complain.
Rebecca cooked a lot of food. Enough to feed an army. As we sat down, I went to dig into my food and Rebecca held her hand up. “Sweetie, we pray over the food first.” She gave me a kind smile, but I could see a bit of disappointment that I didn’t even think of doing so. “Henry, can you lead it again?”
I chuckled and huffed under my breath. “Yeah right.” All eyes flowed to me. My eyes went to Henry, confusion filling them. “You pray?”
“You don’t?” Rebecca jumped in.
I felt like a sinner from her simple question.
The answer was no.
The awkwardness of the situation set in and I came to a strong resolution. I knew nothing about Henry and this family seemed to know everything.
I knew it was stupid, but a part of me was pretty saddened by that. Why was it that you wanted those who ignored you to love you the most?
Henry said a prayer while everyone closed their eyes and held their hands together. Well, almost everyone. I just sat and stared at them all during that time. Ryan never closed his eyes either.
“Amen,” the group muttered together and opened their eyes. They dove into the steak dinner in front of them.
Hailey didn’t have a steak on her plate. She never had any meat at dinnertime. The other day, she told me that killing and eating harmless animals was a terrible act. She said that it was against the natural order of things, that people weren’t supposed to eat meat. So she stopped.
I assumed that she’d never studied the fact that lions never hesitated to eat a gazelle if they were hungry.
“Oh, Ryan and Hailey…don’t forget. You two are teaching Bible study in the morning.” She might not have noticed, but I watched as her two kids rolled their eyes.
Tomorrow was Sunday, which meant that today was Saturday. I’d almost forgotten about my invite to Joe’s bar to hear Mr. Beautiful Eyes perform. And by ‘almost,’ I meant I’d been thinking about it ever since I saw him. I was mostly excited to learn his name, seeing how I had only been calling him Mr. Beautiful Eyes.
“I think I’m going to head upstairs and get ready to go.”
Henry raised an eyebrow. “Go where?”
I gave him an are-you-seriously-concerned-about-my-whereabouts look and he sighed. Then I gave myself an is-he-seriously-not-concerned-about-my-whereabouts sigh.
“I made you a key. It’s hanging in the front hall,” Henry said as I stood up from the table.
Well, that was thoughtful.
All dressed up and ready to go out, I opened the wooden box and pulled out my bucket list, staring at all of the choices. I knew I needed a note from Gabby. I just had to find an easy way to get to one without breaking her rules of just ripping a letter open.
The clock sitting on the dresser read nine thirty p.m. Hailey walked into the room and smiled my way. “Just arrived a few days ago and you’re already trying to leave?” she laughed.
“What?” he asked before he turned around and saw the cops marching toward him.
One of the police officers took his hands and handcuffed him. I listened to the officer read Jace his rights. It all became a blur as they carried him off for drug dealing—evidence they had collected from me earlier. Jace looked at me with confusion, but then he came to realize what was happening and screamed.
“You ratted me out?! Our mom just died, Danny! Mom is dead!” he screamed, his face turning red. “I’m your brother!” His voice was cracking, but his screams were still high. “You’re a rat! Mom is dead and you’re having me locked up!”
His voice echoed down the halls.
His voice echoed into my soul.
Memories were scary, how they could break you with simply your own thoughts.
I blinked and turned away from staring at the spot where Mom died. The hot sun was beating down against my skin. Moving to the edge of the dock, I removed my running shoes and my socks. My feet fell into the cool water and I lay back on the wooden, squeaky dock.
I planned to fix up the dock sometime soon. I planned to fix up the whole house, actually. I just didn’t know how Dad and Mom would’ve wanted it.
I hadn’t really allowed my brain to deal with Dad’s death yet—I was still somewhat in shock by Mom’s. No matter what, no matter how many times you’d dealt with it, death never grew easier.
There was no one I could truly talk to about it. My friends wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain. Plus, I didn’t want to make them feel as shitty as I felt on a daily basis.
But there had been one moment when I saw someone who might understand, based solely on her eyes. Her eyes were surreal, haunting even. Green, powerful eyes that looked so sad. Broken. Beautiful.
My eyes shut, and I imagined her—the girl from the train. My muscles twitched from my run, and I took deep breaths, trying to remember everything about her. She knew what it was like to be me—lost, alone. I had seen it each time she’d blinked her eyes and her thick, long eyelashes hung low.
I should’ve asked for her name. I should’ve sat on top of my luggage beside her. She’d smiled when I’d quoted Shakespeare, but there was still a bit of sadness lingering in the curves of her lips. She was pained by some type of grief, and I had seen it eating her alive—the same way my sadness was tearing me apart. And nothing or nobody could stop it from happening.
A part of me didn’t want it to stop. A part of me thought I deserved the suffering. But for the life of me, I couldn’t believe that that girl deserved to be so sad. I secretly hoped that someday someone could make her smile without the frown lines.
I hoped someday she would be all right.
Chapter 5
Touch me when you’re gone.
Leave me when you’re near.
Love me with my shattered pieces.
~ Romeo’s Quest
The next few days, I did my best to keep to myself. I didn’t talk a lot, but I allowed my mind to keep running on that dang treadmill in my head. It turned out that Henry’s family loved to eat dinner together every night, and I thought it was nice of them to invite me to eat with them.
But I knew I didn’t fit in with their table for four. Rebecca pulled out a folding chair from their storage room for me to sit on. There was a metal piece on the seat that pushed into my left thigh, but I didn’t complain.
Rebecca cooked a lot of food. Enough to feed an army. As we sat down, I went to dig into my food and Rebecca held her hand up. “Sweetie, we pray over the food first.” She gave me a kind smile, but I could see a bit of disappointment that I didn’t even think of doing so. “Henry, can you lead it again?”
I chuckled and huffed under my breath. “Yeah right.” All eyes flowed to me. My eyes went to Henry, confusion filling them. “You pray?”
“You don’t?” Rebecca jumped in.
I felt like a sinner from her simple question.
The answer was no.
The awkwardness of the situation set in and I came to a strong resolution. I knew nothing about Henry and this family seemed to know everything.
I knew it was stupid, but a part of me was pretty saddened by that. Why was it that you wanted those who ignored you to love you the most?
Henry said a prayer while everyone closed their eyes and held their hands together. Well, almost everyone. I just sat and stared at them all during that time. Ryan never closed his eyes either.
“Amen,” the group muttered together and opened their eyes. They dove into the steak dinner in front of them.
Hailey didn’t have a steak on her plate. She never had any meat at dinnertime. The other day, she told me that killing and eating harmless animals was a terrible act. She said that it was against the natural order of things, that people weren’t supposed to eat meat. So she stopped.
I assumed that she’d never studied the fact that lions never hesitated to eat a gazelle if they were hungry.
“Oh, Ryan and Hailey…don’t forget. You two are teaching Bible study in the morning.” She might not have noticed, but I watched as her two kids rolled their eyes.
Tomorrow was Sunday, which meant that today was Saturday. I’d almost forgotten about my invite to Joe’s bar to hear Mr. Beautiful Eyes perform. And by ‘almost,’ I meant I’d been thinking about it ever since I saw him. I was mostly excited to learn his name, seeing how I had only been calling him Mr. Beautiful Eyes.
“I think I’m going to head upstairs and get ready to go.”
Henry raised an eyebrow. “Go where?”
I gave him an are-you-seriously-concerned-about-my-whereabouts look and he sighed. Then I gave myself an is-he-seriously-not-concerned-about-my-whereabouts sigh.
“I made you a key. It’s hanging in the front hall,” Henry said as I stood up from the table.
Well, that was thoughtful.
All dressed up and ready to go out, I opened the wooden box and pulled out my bucket list, staring at all of the choices. I knew I needed a note from Gabby. I just had to find an easy way to get to one without breaking her rules of just ripping a letter open.
The clock sitting on the dresser read nine thirty p.m. Hailey walked into the room and smiled my way. “Just arrived a few days ago and you’re already trying to leave?” she laughed.
