S.O.S

Chapter Twelve - Daddy Grant

I could not believe what Danny had told me, that my dad actually killed my mom. If I could choose, maybe I preferred Tia's version about mom's death. I mean why would he do that? What had my mom done? Wished Danny heard the entire conversation at the first place.

The fact that my mom had passed away was undeniable and it could not be changed. I should accept the reality that I couldn't see her again, but I knew my dad was still alive. I still had the opportunity to see him, to actually meet my dad. The one whose first name I barely remembered until I saw the containing of Danny's box.

I found out about Steph's illness and how her heart was literally diseased. I understood how it was to be in Tia's shoes, or Cod's or most importantly Danny's, must be an unexpectedly shocking event, even I never saw this coming. Not wanting to sound selfish, but I still needed to meet my dad again. I needed to know who I came from, so I asked Danny if he could take me to my dad.

"Janet, I don't think I could..." he replied.

"Please," I begged, interrupting his line.

"Give me a few days to think about it." he offered.

"A day it is."

"What?" he cringed.

"I give you a day."

His shoulders dropped and he sighed, "a day it is."

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The day Danny promised to confirm his aggreement to take me to my dad had come. He had to go for work that day, so I woke up as early as I possibly could to catch up before he took off. I also had school then so I need to get ready faster than usual so I could have some spare time to talk to Danny.

As soon as I finished shower, I ran downstair and found Danny spreading some orange marmalade on his toast. Gross, I hate marmalade, but I approached him anyway.

"So?"

He raised one of his eyebrows at me and gave me a 'what the hell?' look. I stared back at his eyes and tried my best not to blink. Soon enough, he relaxed his tensed face muscles as a sign of remembrance.

"Oh," he took a bite of his toast and replied me with his mouthful of orange marmalade toast, "maybe I can do that."

"What do you mean maybe?" I raised my tone.

"Means, there's a possibility of me taking you to him."

"So is it a goddamn yes or a motherfucking no, dickhole?" I asked firmly.

Danny chewed his toast before he could answer me, and as soon as it got into his throat, he replied, "yes."

I bulged my eyes and for the first time in like ten years I was actually excited about something that hadn't even happened yet. I grinned. He looked terrified as fuck I could see it in his face. I was thinking I needed to give him a hug but on second thought, it wasn't quite necessary. I wasn't used to hugging others anyway.

"Saturday morning, don't be a laze." he added, meaning a warn for me not to wake up late.

"I won't, ass, I always wake up earlier than you. Oh, and thanks by the way, a lot!" I pat his cheek while my other hand grabbed a piece of toast. I was planning on applying peanut butter on it but we were out of stock so I just ate a plain toast, because the other spread we had was only the nasty one which Danny applied on his.

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The week went slower than usual when I actually looked forward to something. It was like twelve days until weekend. Between a tough week when Tia was still busied with Steph's illness since she wasn't allowed to do too much work yet, Danny came home that Thursday night riding a new motorcycle he purchased with his own money. Quite a surprise for all of the residences including me, neither of us would've expected that he had been saving all along to get his own ride. Finally, Saturday had arrived.