My Darling

Chapter 11

T.W: Mentions of substance abuse (Drugs)

We get out of the shower, and dry ourselves off.

A silence fills the air surrounding us as we get dressed.

"Are you guys ready yet?" Arny asks through the door, "Yes!" I reply as I open the door, Arny moves out of the way and I walk in the living room, and out the door.

I sit against the wheel of Danny's car, hugging my knees to my chest.

I've grown to hate showers. Not because I'm unclean or have poor hygiene, but when I was young, I found my mom unconscious in the shower, fully clothed, water running, and blood dripping from her arms. After I checked her more thoroughly , she had popped a vein injecting drugs.

I'm slowly getting over the fear of water and showers, but it's still there. Will be forever.

Trauma like that, it's hard for shit like that to just go away, even after years upon years go by.

Danny comes out first, then Arny, and finally, Brandon.

"You okay?" Brandon asks, I look up at him, nodding my head simply and standing up.

Danny and I were in the back, Arny and Brandon up front, Brandon driving.

Danny places his hand on my thigh, "You alright baby?" He asks, "Yeah." I whisper, he nods and scrolls on his phone the way to Michael's.

Arny grabs the camera and does his intro, introducing Danny and Brandon, and barely mentioning me, thankfully.

I grab a gingerbread house making kit, and wander to the next aisle over, where Danny is. I poke his arm, he looks down at me, "What you got there, baby?" He asks, I hold the box higher up, "Ooh, this is going to be fun." He kisses the side of my head. I smile.

"Let's go find the boys." Danny says and I nod in agreement, having no idea where Arny and Brandon had wandered off to.

We walk, looking down each aisle we pass, eventually finding Brandon and Arny, who are arguing over a color of yarn.

"This is green!" Brandon argues, "No it's yellow!" Arny argues back. They continue going back and forth before Danny clears his throat and the boys look over at us.

"Danny! Yes! Is this yarn green or yellow?" Arny rushes over to us and holds the yarn for Danny to see.

Danny looks at the yarn, "It's a green-yellow, but looks more green." Danny tells Arny, he groans and mumbles something before handing the yarn to Brandon, who has quite a few spiels of yarn.

"What are you guys, old women?" I joke, Arny and Brandon glare at me, "Crocheting is fun," Brandon defends, I snap my fingers into finger guns at Brandon, "That's exactly what an old woman would say." He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"It is," Danny agrees.

Brandon rolls his eyes, "No. Y'all are just haters, anyway, lets go check out." He says, we all nod and walk to the checkout.

Danny and I go back to the car, letting Arny and Brandon deal with the stuff cause they big boys.

"Do you know how to crochet?" Danny randomly asks me, "Yeah, my grandma taught me before my mom died." I tell him with a small smile, he nods.

"That's nice of her." He says, I nod and blow out a breath.

Arny and Brandon walk to the car with a few bags in their hands, throwing them in the trunk and before I know it, we're on our way back home.

When we get home, Arny practically runs out of the car and grabs the bags and runs inside. I laugh at him and get out of the car. He's so silly.

Brandon follows Arny, Danny and I walk slowly, before he stops me.

He doesn't say anything and instead just wraps his arms around me. I melt into his embrace, trying to ignore the tears that so desperately want to fall. As soon as he starts rubbing my back with a hand and says, "Shh, it's okay darling," I fucking lose it.

Hot tears fall down my cheeks and are engulfed by his shirt. He doesn't seem to care. I have no idea how long we stand there like that.

When the tears finally stop, he looks at me and we walk inside the house. Arny and Brandon were setting up the camera in the kitchen.

"Come on guys," Brandon waves us over, and Arny turns on the camera.

He does his intro and we do the crafts. The recording was probably over an hour long, but the editing will make it probably a third of that.

I walk to Danny's room and fall onto the bed, exhaustion hitting me like a ton of bricks.

Danny walks in behind me, closing the door and sliding in the bed behind me. He's shirtless, I can tell. He pulls me against him so we're spooning and he kisses my shoulder lightly.

"You alright, baby?" He asks, and I debate telling him the truth or not. "No." I say quickly, he sighs and turns me so I'm facing him.

"What's on your mind?" He asks, beginning to play with my hair that's falling onto my shoulder.

I shrug in response. "Just seasonal depression, I suppose." I answer him, he nods, "I get that." He whispers.

I nod and snuggle close to him.

We stay like that for a while before we both end up falling asleep.

We are awoken by the sound of glass shattering.

In sync, we both jump out of bed and run to the kitchen, where Arny is kneeling on the floor, clutching his arm and Brandon no where to be seen, probably asleep.

Arny pulls his hand away from his arm for a moment and blood gushes out. He gags at the scene, his skin going even more pale than he naturally is. "He's going to pass out-" I say, and he does right as I finish saying it.

"Shit," Danny curses.

A/N: uh hey. Hi. I'm not dead. I've had no motivation to write and I've been hella busy but hopefully I'll be more frequent sorry guys! Please remember to eat and drink water!