Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

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"Have you seen him?" Johnny asked. Knowing the answer. "Is that why you're so mad?"

"No I just hit my arm on the table and your dad laughed at me. It hurts though." Johnny pouts at me. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah I'm just watching your parents act like kids- I found him." I point over at him, his eyes wide as he smiled. "Must've been doing his dad's work or something. Always does."

"His dad is a prick." The bartender found it funny. "Be careful cause he might have your head in a box."

"He can suck my nuts. He ain't getting shit from me except a slap. Moody little bitch." Crossing my arms over. I watched Daniel wave us both over toward the hallway.

We had to wait for his dad to get into a conversation before we followed. Johnny took an extra drink for him. "Thought you were gonna be stuck at home again."

"God no. My mom practically had to force me out of the house. I forgot you guys were going. Had to pretend I didn't care, I think I played it off pretty well." He was stressing over something. "What's wrong?" Johnny asked. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"You cannot lie to my face that's so rude. What's wrong?" He shrugged. "I just, I don't want to spend my life doing this and it didn't hit me u til I was stood waiting for 60 copies of the same damn report to come through. I'm going to die with all my hair missing and somehow also grey. I'll be fat and alone and I'll die at 43."

"That's like- really specific. But also that's not going to happen. We've been over this." His entire life has been like this and it's awful. This shouldn't be allowed. "I know."

"Johnny!" His mum screeched, he bolted out of there before I could even blink. "Terrifying woman, truly. She's sweet as anything but my god she is terrifying."

"Your dad's a cunt." His drink went everywhere, Daniel jumped back, laughing quietly before pulling me in. "Really got a way with words don't you Ginny."

His lips weren't as soft as they usually were, he's been picking at them. "You know that I'm here if you need me. I can always fight your dad, I don't mind."

"I hate that I know you would. You might be worse than Maria. even she knows not to talk to my dad." I shrugged. "He's just a man."

"Yeah? This one is fine?" He laughs, kissing my forehead. "Yeah. This one isn't a cannibal."

"What?" He moves backwards, like I'd done something wrong. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Just, forget I said anything." He gave me that look, that same damn look that the police gave me. "No. I'm sorry I wasn't- I'm not like that I'm not trying to say you're a liar I'm just confused."

"It doesn't matter. I'm sorry." He grabs the back off my dress. My heart sinking as the cold reached my spine. "No I don't like that. Don't touch me."

I didn't mean to hit him. My hands smacked over my mouth as I gasped. My body went cold and the guilt had practically taken over. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you. Please don't hate me. I didn't mean it."

"Hey, no it's-" I flinched, I fucking flinched. He moved the tiniest bit and I knew he wouldn't hit me. So why did I move? "Please don't-"

I can't catch attention. I cannot run away like some fucking idiot. I had to leave through the back door.

I can't look at him knowing I just hit him and then flinched. Why the fuck did I flinch? Why the hell did I hit him? "Ginny please!"

Why the fuck is it raining? This is so stupid. It's like I was just set up or something.

He's eating at my brain, like some abusive little worm.

Running away was easy, but doing it without ripping a dress, not so much. I have never gotten out of clothing quicker.

I somehow had to keep it perfect and cry at the same time. I couldn't see but I tried my best.

"Fucking zip up!" My shaky hands reach for the jumper on the couch, my pants falling from my waist to my hips because of the heavy breathing.

"Fuck!" I had to leave it half on. I couldn't do anything. I just needed to sleep it off.

That or I'm dead and this is going to be the same tomorrow. Like Groundhog Day or something. Fucking hate that film. It was so stupid.

"Ginny please open the door." Holding my hands over my ears, I curl up into a ball trying to warm myself up. "Ginny please. I can't have you shut me out again. Please."

"Go away!" I heard the door unlock, Daniel was still at the window I could see him from the corner of my eye.

Not anymore, but it wasn't Daniel in the house with me.

I wasn't in the fucking mood to deal with it. Picking the bar up from the side of the bed, I made my way out. Finding Frankie stood with a small pocket knife in his hand. "Hiya Claire."

"Fuck you." Smacking him over the head, I watched him fall to the floor. "Bit dramatic but whatever." Daniel stops by the door, looking up at me with that same look he had before.

"Give me your keys." I said. "What?" He was frantic, for some reason. "Keys. Give me your keys."

"Why? What the fuck are you doing? Why don't have rope under your damn couch?" I'd wrapped him up like a little pig. Laughing as the tears carried on. "Give me, your keys."

"Fine." He smacks them into my hand, following me out to the car as I threw him into the boot. "You don't want to call the police?" He asked. "No. They can't do shit for him. He'd get bail and then he'd be back in the morning."

"Did you kill him?" Now he's following me, I really don't think I can manage much longer without bursting into tears. "Daniel I hit him with a bat. I barely even hit him. He's just a shithead with weak bones."

"You still tied him up. You're driving who knows where. You just told me your dad was a cannibal and then ran off."

"I ran off because I hit you, you fucking idiot..." I clear my throat. "Also, the, the conversation is always just- not a fun one. I didn't mean to say it. I was just making a joke and I forgot that he was one until I said it. If he's awake, do not let him near you."

"So, what you're all just a bunch of cannibals?" I let out a loud groan. "Daniel please. I didn't want you here as it is. Just let me deal with this."