Chapter 4

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Lizzy POV
        Daniel stops in his tracks. "Ok second thought, how about we skip today. Just one day. So that your can clear your head," says Daniel.
       "Well it's not like me to skip school, but maybe it will help. But we can't stay  here, my mom will kill me if I skipped school," I say
        "Then we can go to my place, it's only a few blocks. Plus my parents aren't home. They are out of town," says Daniel.
        "Ok then let's go," I say.
         We start to walk up the street to where Daniel lives. I feel bad for him. His parents are always out of town and they are never around. It's almost like he's an orphan. He has a troubled past unfortunately. He has a step dad now, since his former dad was sent to jail. He always came home drunk and started to beat Daniel's mom. Then once he was done with his mom, he went up to Daniel and beat him too. Whenever Daniel disobeyed his dad, he would go with no food for the whole day. He was almost starved to death. If it wasn't for my mom, who sent him off to jail, Daniel would've died.
    That's how we met. It was about when we were about eight years old. My mom took me to Daniel's place. We got welcomed in and that's when I saw Daniel. He looked starved and was severely bruised and scared. He was shaking and looks around in terror. That's when my eyes met his broken eyes. He felt better as my eyes some how calmed him down. He stopped shaking and ran up to me.
    "Hi, I'm Daniel," he said to me. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth," I said. "Can I call you Lizzy," he asked me. "Sure why not," I said to him. He gave me a smile and instantly hugged me. He needed me, more than anything. So that's how we became friends, and we've been like that all the way up to now, Sophomore year.
      "Ok we are here," says Daniel. I look up at him and then look at the house. "Wow you've really fixed up the place," I say with a giggle. He just laughs and rolls his eyes. "Come on in," he says. We walk in and up to his room.
      I look around, he has an Xbox, a TV, his bed is neatly made. "Wow nice place you got here," I say. "Ya it sure is," he says. I plop down on his bed and lay down. "Ugh I'm so tired," I say yawning. "Ya I can tell you didn't get much sleep," says Daniel. "Ya, I just can't believe Tyler would do such a thing," I say. Immediately once that name comes out my my mouth, I start to sob.
       "I-just-can't believe-he-did that," I try to say in between sobs. Daniel rushes over and sits next to me. He pulls my into his chest and strokes my hair.
        "Shhh-shhh. You're ok. You're here, with me. Everything is going to be fine. You can do so much better than Tyler. He was a jerk, an asshole. You don't need him," says Daniel trying to calm me down.
        "Did I do something wrong. What's wrong with me? Was I not good enough," I ask while tears flow down my face.
         "What! No no, you are prefect. He won't know what he had  until it's gone. Guys are just idiots, don't worry. You know how I know that? Because I'm one of them. We make stupid mistakes, don't worry Liz. You are perfect in every way possible," says Daniel. He gently lifts up my chin and wipes my tears from my face. He gives me a warm smile as I gaze into his eyes. Those green eyes, so soothing.
       "Thanks Daniel, you're  the best. And you aren't an idiot, you are amazing," I say. I smile back at him.
        I lay back down and Daniel lays next to me. "Would it be weird if I lay on your chest, it's just for comfort," I ask. "Nah not weird at all, it's fine with me," says Daniel. I scoot closer to Daniel and put my head on his chest. He puts his arm around me and pulls me closer. I can hear his heart beating, it's beating faster than it should be. But then it slows down, to a steady, moderate pace. His chest rises and lowers as he matches his breathing with mine. 
       This isn't lovey dovey stuff, I just need comfort. Ya that's it, comfort. And the best comfort comes from Daniel.
       Listening to his heart beating, a soft, peaceful beat. His heart beat is like a lullaby, and I drift off to sleep.

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