Mistakes [Second Book]

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cutiegraceffa THIS IS THE LAST ONE, DEARIUM.💕

Daniel's POV

I see Joey stumble forward, and I immediately rush over, grabbing onto his wrist tightly. He looks up at me, his eyes wide and watering. I begin pulling him up with all my strength, pulling him onto my lap. I let him sit on me, crying into my chest. My heart is racing as I gently coax him, resting my head on top of his.

"I'm so s-sorry," he begins saying between sobs, and I quietly hush him.

"Shhh," I whisper, running my fingers through his hair soothingly. He hiccups, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

No matter how much I want to push him off, storm away and leave him here, I can't. I love him, I always will. I can't leave him in this unstable state of being. I sit up slightly, sliding one of my arms under his legs and the other around his torso. I stand up, carrying him to my car. He curls up into a ball, opening the door for me before I set him inside. He's shaking, his teeth chattering from the cold. Hopping into the drivers seat, I blast the heat.

"Here, take off that cold, wet, sweater and take mine." I offer, grabbing my warm sweater from the backseat of my car. He hesitates before sliding the sweater off.

What I see pains me. There is a row of fresh, swollen cuts along his wrist. He looks away sheepishly, grabbing the sweater and pulling it quickly over his arms and torso. The sight of him in my sweater tugs at my heart, how the fabric hangs so loosely off his small but muscular body. I shake my head clear of these thoughts, looking away.

I turn around on the bridge, heading back into the city. He sits silently, focusing his eyes on the long arms of the sweater. Thick tension fills the air, causing me to grip onto my steering wheel tighter and clench my jaw. I try and focus on the road, but I can't. Not when he is in here.

Once we're in the city, I know my way too that stupid frat house. We drive along the busy roads, the tension continuing to thicken. The drive there seems to take hours, but in reality it only takes a few mere minutes. I park in front of the house, looking over at him.

"You're just going to leave me here?" he asks timidly, not making eye contact.

When I don't respond, he nods his head, clenching his fists before opening and slamming the door shut. I groan, bashing my fists onto the steering wheel before running out into the cold rain after him.

"Joey! Wait!"

(a/n: these a/n's never have anything to do with the story🍑)