Her.

38. Chapter

Brody's P.O.V

The lights were strobe. Making everything hard to see. I had lost Danielle in the big crowd. I would be some what between tipsy and shitfaced. Everyone was dancing, the room was hot.

I pushed through everyone to see if Danielle was back there, tripping as I went. I saw a familiar face that I'd thought I'd never see again. But something that was even more disturbing is that he was kissing the love of my life. They both looked over at me and Danielle's face was off happiness and joy. I try to run towards them but then it all ended..

...

Danielle's face was above mine when I had awoken.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Go back to bed."

"It's hard to when you're shaking."

My hands made fists.

"Danielle, just go back to bed."

"Baby." She put her hands on my cheek stroking it softly.
"Please tell me what's wrong."

I started to relax.

"We will talk about it tomorrow."

"But-"

"Danielle shut up before I go downstairs."

She didn't make another noise.

I turned so I wasn't facing her and I looked at the wall. Tomorrow should be great. I sighed once more and fell back asleep.

...
Danielle's P.O.V

"Can we talk about it?"

"No."

We were sitting on the couch. The TV was on, playing a random show.

"Babe what's wrong?" I stood up and blocked his way of watching.

"Drop it."

"Not until you tell me." My tone was between yelling and withdrawal.

He stood up trying to intimidate but, at the moment I could give two shits less.

"Hey Danielle, I said drop it. So let's do that." He put his hands on my shoulder and gripped them tightly.

So I decided why not try to calm him.

I put my hands on his cheeks and stoked one lightly.

"Baby you need to tell me what's wrong.."

"I had a bad dream. It's fine." His voice was now sarcastic.

I removed my self from the situation and went into the kitchen. I'm not going to deal with this..

I started to get a bottle of whiskey when Brody came in.

"What the hell Danielle?!"

"Well if I can't cut my problems away, mine as well try to forget them."

"You wanna know that fucking bad?"

"Yes I do." My hand was now on my hip.

"You were making out with-"

"It's your dream. Then you're going to be pissed at me when it wasn't even real!?"

He was quiet. Then as soon as he was about to speak I grabbed my jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." With that I slammed the door.

Yeah, I felt bad for being an asshole. But it wasn't even my fault.