Unbelievable. (Drake Christopher Henning)

Chapter 6~

Once I got inside I managed to find Delaney without issue after class. She said she felt terrible for what Shelbi did to me and that she has been through similar situations with her.

Felt nice to be able to connect with someone even over something like this. I mean hell it's something.

Me and Delaney decided to walk to class together since we have the next one with each other. How have I never noticed?

We have history next. Ugh. History isn't terrible but it isn't exactly my favorite. Me and Delaney passed notes in class and it seems that we have more In common than I thought before. That's actually pretty cool.

Woah.

Holy shit.

I have friends.

I started to doze off in class and so did Delaney. I dreamt about my father and sister repeatedly saying things like "Don't be like us." and "Make us proud." According to my teacher, I started to shake. I can't believe that happened.

I was saved by the bell once again. Once I could leave, I was out of there. I found Drake and just started hugging him.

"Woah are you okay Dani?" he looked concerned.

"I dreamt about some bad things when I fell asleep in Mr. Heinman's clasd, but it doesn't matter. It's no big deal. I just really needed a hug."

He hugged me tighter and kissed the top of my head which made me grin ear-to-ear. We decided that we both needed a break, so we decided to skip next period. I showed him my ledge and we climbed up and sat down together. He looed a bit confused, but I decided to just ignore it.

I looked down and out of habit started to fiddle with my bracekets. I shivered and it made it look like Satan was possessing me. God damn it's cold out here!

"You cold?" 

I nodded in response and he took off his hoodie and wrapped it around me and made me smile.

"Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me."

"You're an amazing friend Drake. Of course I have to thank you. Nobody has ever been as nice to me as you have been. That means a lot to me."

He smiles and mumbled a small 'You're welcome' then hugged me tightly.

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For about a month or so, that's how every day went. We rarely skipped periods though.

Today was different... During music, my teacher got a call, which was not too uncommon, and it happened to be for me. That brings it up to now. I was standing outside the classroom on the phone with this apparent stranger. I kept saying hello but the person on the other end was quiet and didn't seem to say anything for a while.

"Hello?" I said once more.

"Danielle?" Wait a minute their voice sounds familiar..

"Who is this and how do you know my name and where to reach me?"

"I just have some information for you. And damn I miss you so much. That was the worst decision of my life." The stranger sighed. Who is this?

"Tell me who the fuck you are or I'm hanging up the phone God damnit."

"That is no way to talk to your mother young lady."

"Wait.. Wait what??"

"Danielle Correa. I am the one who birthed you. I am your mother. I know we haven't spoken in a while-"

"A WHILE? Mother you left us for dead when you ran off with another family. How could you even fucking dare to try to get back in touch? And worst of all you act like you did nothing wrong! Do you even know what happened to your other daughter or to Dad? No. You don't. Because you don't guive a fuck about me or Allison or Dad or anyone but yourself."

No reply. Is that sobbing I hear? I just heard a sniffle. Was I too harsh? No.. She dezserved it. In a weird way she killed my family. Byut... She is the only family I have left. She still needs to hear my words.

"What-" Sniffle. "Happened to them?"

"Suicide. Dad killed himself on your seventeenth anniversary and a few months ago I found Allison sprawled out in the tub with her wrists slit."

"Oh.. Oh my God... Danielle I am so sor-"

"Save it you coward." Click.

I hung up the phone and hooked it back up in the classroom then grabbed my stuff and ran. I felt sick. Where can I go? Home. I need to go home. I heard the pitter patter of feet behind me and turned around. Drake was running after me. I didn't want him see me this fucked up so I ran to grab a city bus and got off near my house. I ran the rest of the way home and slammed my door shut and ran to my eroom. I sobbed.

Eventually I fell asleep and woke up at about midnight. I couldn't go back to sleep so I just stayed up and watched Netflix. 

The next morning I got up and did my usual morning routine. Shower, blow dry my hair, makeup, blah blah.

 Then I heard a knock at the door.

Who could that be?