Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

Mum. What's a Jerk?

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Chapter 25; Mum. What's a Jerk?

"Are you sure you're okay though?" Daniel asks me once again.

"Mhm..." I response to him.

I take the wet towel and bring it to his nose so I could clear the blood dripping out his nose. He winces as I clean the blood. Weither it was because the towel was cold, or the fact that maybe his nose was broken, honestly, I was no doctor to guess either one.

Daniel was currently sitting on a stool in the kitchen, and I was cleaning his injuries.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want him to hurt you." Daniel tells me looking up at my eyes, even though I was focused on his nose.

"Don't apoligize, it was my fault, I should've listened to you." I tell him, stopping to actually look at him in the eyes.

Now, it was time. It was time to ask him about why his father treated him like that, and why he looked so cold, rude, and heartless.

Daniel sighs, and runs a hand through his blondish-brownish hair.

"I'm guessing you want answers." He mumbles.

"I certantly do, Daniel." I nod my head. "Why does he looks like he-he, hates you?" I hesitated to say the word hate. Don't get me wrong, I honestly don't know if Daniel's father hates his own son, but it looks like he does. And that. Has to have a good reason. I mean, who hates their own blood, and flesh? Yea, I might hate a lot of people, but I would never dare to hate someone who has the same blood as mine.

Hate. Is a fucking strong word.

"Remember when I told you about Derek?" He asks, and I nod. "He was there the night I convinced Derek to ask Angel out. And after his death, he has been blaming me, telling me I killed him, that it was my fault, I never wanted Derek to get hurt, but he did. And it was my fault." Daniel looked heart-broken, he wouldn't admit that he was though. Remember what I said earlier. This guy was stubborn.

He has been through a lot of mess, hell, more than I have. Even though he was the one that caused it. For eight to nine years he has had the blame of killing his own brother, and that wasn't true. It was nowhere near the truth. He just wanted his brother to be happy but, accidents happen. And that's what happend to Daniel.

An accident.

And as much as I dislike (I tried not to use the word hate. Like I said like a couple of seconds ago, hate is a strong word) to admit it, I feel bad for the poor guy.

"Daniel." I cupped his chin in my hands, and looked directly in his eyes. "It wasn't your fault, you just wanted your brother to be happy, and then an accident happend... It wasn't your fault."

"You said 'it wasn't your fault' in that sentence two times." He says giving me a weak smile.

"Because it's true."

Right now, I felt like nothing but giving him a hug, but I didn't want him thinking I felt bad for him, that would make things worse. Instead he wrapped his arms around my waist, and gave me a hug tight enough to tell me 'Thank you' and loose enough not too hurt me.

We were interupted by a voice that was behind us.

"Anna?" Her voice was recognizable.

Daniel lets go of me, and I spun around only to come face to face with Daniel's sister, Stephanie.

"Anna!" I hear a child's voice. Molly sprints off towards me and hugs me. "I have been asking Danny to take me to see you but he said you were busy." Again, her baby accent was still noticeable.