Are You Afraid of Musicals?

Chapter 4.5: Too late?

Dani's pov:

Tonight is the night.

I know I've been out lately, I know that I already said that I would make things right and I didn't, but today... today I'm determined to do so and nothing's going to stop me.

I was so lost, I let myself fell down a hole I didn't know how to climb out of, but my talk with Gina was the light into the darkness that I needed.

She was right, I thought I was helping Gabby by staying away from her, but she deserves an apology, she deserves to know that I'm truly sorry and then she can do whatever she want with that information.

If she does not want to see me ever again or if she wants me to be as far as possible from her, I won't blame her, I can't, I'll just stay away. But at least she won't think that I don't care about her.

Gina helped me see that I was letting my fear decide for me and I can't let that keep happening, not with Gabby and not with my parents.

I'm always thinking the worse, I'm always afraid, I'm always fearing that their visits have something to do with something I did wrong and I'm always defensive... but not this time.

This time I'll make things right, I'll look at the bright side, cause they're coming and that has to mean something. They still care about me and I'll make sure that we have a great time together, this time I'll do my best so they decide to stay.

I'm really excited about the "shopping & ice cream" afternoon with dad and who knows, maybe we can convince mother to join us.

Our last conversation wasn't exactly nice but I get it, I'll be mad too if the principal of my daughter's high school called saying that she's skipping finals so it's fine, I deserved it, she was pissed and I have to make it up for her too.

So I thought about some possibilities on how to make them happy and also give them a warm welcome, and I decided to cook them a home made diner for Tuesday evening.

They'll be here by 10pm after a whole day of traveling, they are going to be tired and having the diner ready for their arrival it's just the perfect thing to start their visit.

So yesterday I went to the mall to get all the stuff I needed for the diner. I'm planning to cook them their favorite foods, at least the ones I remember to be their favorites, I hope they still are.

At the mall I got everything I needed but between mother's favorite food being an
spanish dish and the the state my hand is on, the "getting the ingredients" mission was way harder than I thought it would be.

Some of the ingredients for my mothers dish were difficult to find, but only being able to use one hand to hold, take and carry everything was a challenge.

When I punched the bathroom mirror I didn't even realized it for a moment, I was so mad and everything was feeling so out of control that I lost it, but the sharp pain that followed after a second, the pain that I'm still in, it's definitely being hard to bare.

I thought that with a bit of time it'd stop hurting and my hand would go back to normal, so when I got to my house I cleaned up the wounds, took some little pieces of glass that got stuck and then went directly to bed, but the next day when I woke up, my hand was swollen and hurting like hell.

I took a painkiller and covered my hand with a glove, but as my forearm began to get swell too, I decided to wear a hoodie. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, but that was better than explaining why my hand looked like I got into a fight against a crusher.

Right now it's still swollen and definitely not looking good, maybe I missed some little pieces of glass or maybe I didn't cleaned it like I should have, but none of that matters now.