Where I Belong (Parker_Games)

7.) Comfort

Dani's POV

I hardly slept last night. Wait, let me correct that. I didn't sleep last night. This morning, I woke up with huge bags under my eyes, and my hair was in a total mess. To distract myself from doing anything a normal depressed person would do, I decided to die my hair. It was a good distraction. . .until I finished it at around three a.m.

After my very upsetting and really long shower, I decided that I would start getting ready to pick up Parker. Butterflies quickly replaced the aching, and it flowed throughout my entire body. I no longer felt numb or sad or angry at God for what happened to my mom. For once in several agonizing hours, I felt. . .what's the word. . .happy.

I wanded my hair and put on natural looking make-up to hide my tired-ness. My green eyes kept starring at the tiny cuts on my face that my foundation couldn't hide. They didn't hurt. Honestly, they looked worse than they felt.

My boots made very abnoxious noises as I made my way down the stairs. Several necklaces clanked with every step. Before entering the living room, I stopped to look at myself in a tiny mirror hanging on the wall.

My eye make-up looked dark, but it also made my green eyes pop. The black colored top I had on was cloaked in lace. It hugged my body slightly.

I made my way into the living room to see my mom, Aunt Bessie, Uncle Max, and Shelly laughing hysterically. Their eyes focused on me when I came into view. "Dani! Don't you look pretty." My mom reached for my hands. Her thin hair hung just above her shoulders.

"Good to see you, momma." My eyes never left hers, and I made sure that I was smiling. "I need to talk to you." Everyone quickly got up and left. It was just me and mom.

"Go ahead, sweetheart." Her smile looked real, but then again, mine looked real too.

My lungs quickly filled themselves with air. "I invited my friend to meet you. He's a really nice guy, but if you don't want him here then I'll tell him to get a hotel in Memphis. I know I should've asked you first, and I'm sorry." I let go of her hands to brush strands of hair out of my eyes.

"Brayden is always welcome here. You know that." I bit my bottom lip in guilt.

"It's. . .it's not Brayden." I exhaled while waiting for her to respond.

"It's the guy from your tattoo video, right?" Holy cow. I didn't think she actually watched my videos.

"Yes, it is." My body heat slowly rised.

"What are you going to do about Brayden? Are you guys alright?" It's time to tell her.

While explaining everything that happened in the past week, I felt really relieved. Telling her my feelings for Parker and Brayden made me feel lighter. Nothing could stop me now.

"So, you're planning on breaking up with Brayden? I think that's the best choice." Finally, she was on my side.

"Yes, but what if Parker doesn't like me the same way I like him?" Doubts started flowing through my mind. What if he doesn't like a girl who is so broken on the inside?

"Darling," mom chuckled,"if he didn't like you then he wouldn't be willing to see you." She shot me a smile of reassurance.

"I'm so glad I can open up to you about this." We both chuckled until she had a coughing fit. It brought me back to the realization that she was ill.

My phone vibrated in my back pocket. I gently slid my hands out of my mom so I can answer my phone. Parker.

"Hi, Parker!" I felt butterflies fly around in my stomach.