Darryl POV
He found it, he found the photos.
The photos of me and Zak at the arcade.
Continuous yelling from downstairs when I was locked in my room sobbing. "I TOLD YOU TO NOT TO LEAVE THE HOUSE, BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN!" I could hear the words of my father shouting at me; my siblings were hiding under their blankets and reading a book I gave them.
I continued to sketch my comics in my drawing book but I couldn't focus properly, my tears would leave stains on the paper whenever they would drop, turning the paper to almost fully become a paper drenched in my tears.
My head started to hurt so much from all the stress, so I stopped sketching and pulled out my phone. Me and Zak exchanged phone numbers the night we went to the arcade. Surprisingly he didn't make fun of the flip phone I had, ignoring the fact he had the brand new iPhone 8.
I looked through my contacts and started to look for the name 'Zak'
I started the message simple.
You :
We need to talk
Seconds later he already responded.
Zak :
Yeah sure what's up?
You :
It takes a while for me 2 type btw
Zak :
That's fine I'm free.
You :
We can't meet anymore.
Zak stops typing for a while, I start to tighten the grip of my duck plushy locked in my arms.
Zak :
K.
Darryl :
Are you not gonna ask why.?
Zak. :
No no it's fine lol, it makes all sense now.
Darryl :
Oh?
Zak :
You used me.
Darryl :
No I didn't!
Darryl :
Zak, please let me explain
Zak :
Go on.
I typed out my message furiously, almost making a typo in one of my words. But all of a sudden my phones screen turns pitch black. I started hitting the side of the phone trying to get it to turn on but it was no use, I couldn't run downstairs and rant to my father, he's to angry at me.
I start to think about what Zak is thinking now, does he think I left him? Or I really did use him?.. those are all not true, I really want to be friends with him. Should I go to his house and tell him the truth?
I drop my phone on my desk as it made a loud noise, I pinch my self or make sure this is all real and not a nightmare "OUCH!" I help loudly, hissing at the aching spot.
"I'll go talk to him tomorrow." I mutter.
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