The Divorcee's Redemption

43: Feelings

"I'll be there for the highs and lows
Give you mine if your heart gets broke
By your side, when you're all alone
I will be there"

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Danny wasn't picking up.

I had been at his door for nearly half an hour. This wasn't like last time. This was about him.

The call went to voicemail again, "Please Danny... I know you're in there... Let me talk to you... Let me in. Danny come on-"

I clutched the door knob.

Shit, my head was spinning again.

The timing was terrible.

"Danny..." I breathed into the phone, the familiar urge to throw up made my mouth feel salty, "... I feel dizzy again... God... I can't-"

The door flung open and Danny caught me immediately. I had my hand pressed to my mouth as he curved his hand around my waist and walked me to the kitchen sink.

I threw up, coughing and holding onto the counter so that I wouldn't collapse. Danny also had his arms around me, holding me in place.

By the time I was panting, he frowned at me, "Are you better now?"

"Yes... I... I just need some water..."

He nodded curtly and went to fetch a glass of water. I noticed the bottle of rum on the table but he had just set it out. I hadn't given him the chance to drink and that made me proud.

"Here," he handed me the glass. The frown was permanent now.

"Thanks... I didn't know-"

"Lucy." He cut me off, "You shouldn't be here. I mean it this time. Please, I'd respect it if you left me alone." Danny wasn't messing around. He was completely sober and pissed off.

"I don't want you to drink... Not now... Not when you're hurt."

"You know nothing!" he snapped, his eyes were wild by now and they scared me. Danny stormed off and clutched the rum bottle in his hand. He was staring at the kitchen slab, the same place where he had given me a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Danny..."

He didn't move.

"Da-"

He smashed the bottle of rum on the table.

The glass shattered everywhere.

The rum drenched his clothes and the floor like a pool of blood.

Some of it even splashed my way but I had instantly covered my face with my hands so the glass bits weren't sticking to my face like him.

He dropped the cracked remains of the bottle.

Danny was panting. He was breathing too heavily. His fingers were trembling and his eyes were mildly bloodshot. He looked pale as he clutched the slab, as though he was about to faint any moment. His eyes were wild and glassy.

Danny was having a panic attack.

I stepped towards him, at least our sneakers protected us from the glass scattered everywhere. "You need to come with me," I whispered and took his trembling hands in mine. Danny gulped and followed me without a word.

We slowly walked towards the living room. He was slow but his grip on my arm was immense. It seemed as though he'd die if he let go.

Danny clutched the edge of the couch and sat down with difficulty. "You're sweating too much," I whispered, noticing the drops that rolled down his neck.