1-15-2015

Part 12

"Paul, get off of me.", I hear Marissa say. Paul looked at her with questioning eyes, then pushed himself off of her. He stood up straight, and looked Danny straight in the eyes. "I told you to get rid of that. You stupid little thug.", Paul said as intimidating as he possibly could. "You did. But since when do I listen to you?", Danny replied, sounding less scary than Paul had, but I still felt inferior. "Now, Paul, you've seen me use a kitchen knife and cut my finger open on accident, think what could happen if I tried to do damage?", my boyfriend said. Paul's face went slack, and I could tell that he knew that Danny was stronger than he was.

"Can you guys stop?", Marissa said after we both watched them argue for a while, before Paul backed down, and left. The blood on my arm was caked horribly bad, and I had forgotten that I had even made it happen. "Danny, I need to clean myself up.", I say, making Marissa look at my bloodied arm. "OH MY GOD! Daley, no. Why?", she said, horrified. "Why do you think? Stress. Paul. Confusion. Just it all got to much.", I say just above a whisper, but I knew she'd heard me. She walked over and hugged me, making my arm sting, and I could feel heat radiating off the burn that Paul had put on her arms by holding her by her arms for so long.

"C'mon. Lets clean you up.", Danny and Marissa both said at the same time. I just followed them, knowing there was no way I would get out of it. They led me to the bathroom, and opened the cabinet. Danny pulled out the hydro zone peroxide, and Mar pulled out a wrap bandage.

I sat on the toilet, waiting for the stinging sensation that I knew awaited when Danny poured the liquid on my arm. And as I felt the slight pain, I tensed and attempted to pull away, but he was gently holding my arm. I watched as the clear liquid turned pink as all the dried blood was washed off.

As soon as Danny had washed off my arm, and Marissa had wrapped it, Danny pulled me into a hug. We all walked downstairs, hoping Paul wasn't standing or sitting down when we got down there. Which just by chance, he was. He was sitting on the couch, and I could tell that he wasn't in such a bad mood. But Danny was still fuming. "I just wanted to say that I was sorry to Marissa. Sorry for everything. Tonight, I shouldn't have exploded like that. I love you, just like a few years ago.", he said, making Marissa laugh. "You didn't love me! You beat me! You had your gang attack me! How is that love? If that's love, then I don't want your definition of love!", she said, laughing so hard that tears started falling. "You sure?", Paul asked, moving closer and putting his hand on her cheek. She slapped his hand away, making him stunned. "No.", she said while smirking. He kept coming on to her, and finally she gave in. "Okay. Fine.", she said folding.

They both left in Paul's black car. Me and Danny both made our way over to the huge oversized sofa that was placed right under the Silent Pilots. "Cuddle?", Danny asked, and I happily did just that. He sat down, arms open wide. I walked into them happily. I snuggled into him, putting my head under his chin.

We sat there like that before I got up to get something to eat. After I ate a grilled cheese sandwich, it was 3 in the morning. "I'm tired Danny.", I said, before he walked me upstairs.