Reliving a Lost Past

4. Danny Rogers

*So i would not be surprised if this chapter helps the story make sense considering i uploaded the last chapter in the wrong order...sorry for that hugemungous mistake but it's fixed and i will upload up to that section that i messed up so you all can see how it is actually supposed to be!!!!* 

Danny Rogers -------------------------------------------->

Kolbey dropped so fast, none of us could react quickly enough. The guys let out loud ‘oh’s!’, and Rome dragged the table back, but even if she did hit her head, it was too late to move anything. I leaned down next to her and lifted her head; she was lucky enough to miss the table, but there was already a thick knot on her forehead about a quarter of a golf ball thick from her hitting the floor. 

            “Go grab some ice for me, would ya Wes? Rome, help me hold her up; I’m going to pull her jacket off to get rid of some of the extra heat.” I pulled one sleeve off, lifted her back up, and I pulled the next one off. Wesley came back with the icepack and stuck it on her head, making sure it wouldn’t slide. I threw her arm around my neck and picked her up. “Do you think she will sleep till tomorrow, Rome?” It was only five o’clock. “She hit pretty hard, man. It should knock her out till tomorrow. Go ahead and put her in your room so she can sleep.”

            I walked down the hallway and tried my best not to ­­hit her head on the doorway, but at least I tried not to. I set her on the bed and pulled the covers off to cool her down. The ice pack was on, but I could clearly see it being held up by the lump.

            I felt her forehead; it was hotter than it should be with an icepack, and it was all sweaty. I turned the fan on and quickly grabbed another one to put right next to her. I flipped it to ‘high’, and it blew her hair back. She was pale, like a person in a casket, but deceased people aren’t all sweaty and clammy looking.

            I turned the light off and closed the door, and I went back into the living room. I slouched in my chair; I felt like a middle-aged man. My back felt all weak and rickety and when I stand up my knees crack, but I don’t know if other people’s legs do that as well. My neck is always bothering. But nothing hurts me as much as my conscience. It is like a pain in the back of my skull that is screaming, trying to burst out and tell the world what I’ve done. I always force it down and try to ignore it… Blank…Empty…Nothing…

            “Danny! Are you listening to me?” I snapped out of staring at nothing. “Huh?” I sighed, “Sorry I wasn’t um…” “On Earth?” Axel cut in. I nodded and said, “Yeah, what Rome?”

            “We need to do something for Kolbey for her uh… seventeenth birthday, like we need to make a cake or something.” I gave him a weird look and asked, interested in hearing his answer, but I was already guessing what it’d be. “Do you even know how to cook, Rome? Because I can make bread and that’s about it, Wesley doesn’t know how to make anything, Axel doesn’t focus enough to make anything, and Mitchie doesn’t have any patience for anything whatsoever.”

            He thought about it for a second then said, “Wait I thought it started off as bread then turns into toast.” I shrugged, realizing his point, and said, “Yeah exactly.” He stood up all excited and said, “I have never cooked anything big, but how hard is it to follow instructions. Do you have a cook book, Danny?”

            I can’t believe he would ask that. “Oh sure, Rome, let me just go grab my purse because I accidentally left it in my room after I got my nails done.” He pointed to me and I knew something sarcastic was going to be said about me being sarcastic. We guys are nothing without sarcasm. “Whoa, calm down there princess. No need to throw a sissy fit now. Let’s just go in there and wing it. Seriously, making a cake is simple. You just need flour and sugar and stuff.”