Don't mess with her

Chapter 35: His decision

Drake's POV

"Why?" I threw another punch at the sack trying to alleviate some the rage that has been building up inside. With every punch, the sack raised higher from the floor. "Why?!"

"F*ck!" I grabbed the sack and held to it, not being able to throw another punch. I've never felt so defeated and mentally drained before. Why is this happening? Why to her?

I stood still trying to regain my breath when I felt someone grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around.

On instinct I threw a punch towards my attacker, just in time for him to dodge it and for me to realize that it was no attacker.

"Sh*t! Drake, what the f*ck is wrong with you?" Daniel was hunched covering his face with his fists in a fight position.

"Sorry man, I didn't know it was you."

Daniel stood straight and looked at me with a frown. "I've been calling your name for the past couple of minutes. Are you alright?" I sighed and began to unwrap the bandages from my hands.

"No" I cringed a little when I touched my knuckles. While opening and closing my hand trying to somehow get rid of the pain, I walked towards the locker room of the gym with Daniel next to me, probably pondering on why I wasn't alright.

Should I talk about it? Maybe I need someone else's point of view. I've been wracking my brains up trying to get an answer for the question that's been bugging me more than the question 'why?'.

"So, what's wrong?" He finally asked while I was taking my bag out of my locker.

I slung the bag over my shoulder and released a breath when I settled on telling him.

I clenched my jaw, something that I've been doing a lot when trying to control my feelings.

Something that I've been doing since a week ago when Emily collapsed in my living room.

"It's Emily." I finally said staring at his confused expression.

"What about Emily? I thought that you chose to let her go." Daniel also took his bag out of his locker and we began to walk towards the exit.

"Drake? What about Emily?" Daniel repeated when we reached the door and I still couldn't answer his question.

Suddenly all the rage that I was feeling a couple of minutes ago returned and my next target felt the wrath. I kicked the door open with so much force that it banged against the wall and some of the hinges cracked.

"Whoa man, chill. What happened? Why are you so upset?" Daniel raised his hands in sign of defeat. "I thought you were getting over her."

I scoffed. "I never have and I don't think I ever will." I shut the door with the same force and started to walk towards my bike.

"Okay, what happened? Did you see her with anyone else? Did she move on that fast?" That thought p*ssed me off even more, if possible. I turned to Daniel and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt pinning him on the wall in a heartbeat. He began to struggle on my hold.

"Don't you ever say a thing like that about her!"

"Alright! I'm sorry, now let go." I released him when I felt tears rim my eyes. I couldn't let him see that. I couldn't let anyone see that.

"F*ck! Are you going to tell me what the hell was that all about?" He demanded cringing a bit when he massaged his neck. I turned and walked towards my bike in a robotic way.

"Emily's sick." I turned my back and stood in front of my bike. There was a silence. He was waiting for me to explain further.

"She has cancer." I looked at him, finally being able to get rid of the unshed tears. He was dumbfounded and frozen on his spot. His mouth opening and closing several times, but no words came out.