Adopted By Brallon 2

Chapter 3

The dinner had actually been really fun. We all talked, and laughed and genuinely had a good time. For a moment, I had forgotten everything I was mad about and at. Forget my Dads being gone, my self hatred, the sadness and grief I felt for Richard still, and the anger I had felt towards the world. It all melted away momentarily and I had felt great. Laying in bed that night, slowly each of the good feelings were replaced and I suddenly couldn't remember if I had taken my medicine this morning. Along with any and every negative emotion under the sun, came a bad feeling. A bad feeling that something entirely awful was gonna happen. I tried to brush it off and close my eyes but it burned at my chest unpleasantly. I hurriedly grab my phone, turning it on, wincing as the bright light from the screen blinds me momentarily. I hurriedly text Melody, my fingers typing quickly against the glass screen.

Delilah: do you have a bad feeling at all?

Melody: I feel a bit uneasy.. why?

Delilah: I have this burning feeling that something bad is gonna happen and I don't like it

Melody: it's probably nothing, love. try and get some rest okay? I love you

Delilah: love you too..

I take that as a, I'm going to bed stop texting me response. I tried to once again, close my eyes and get some rest. Things just really don't go as planned. I couldn't sleep. The feeling was stressing me out, and I can feel tears glaze over my eyes as I sit up. Schools probably gonna be so bad tomorrow. That's probably why I feel like this. I get out of bed, deciding to finally get that glass of chocolate milk that I never got. It may help me feel a bit better. I stop and let my eyes drift over to the clock. 1:35AM. Goddamn is it late. I head downstairs, yawning a bit. This bad feeling needs to go away. I notice the kitchen light is already on and furrow my eyebrows, slightly confused. I slowly approach the kitchen and calm down when I see that it's Pete, his back turned to me.

I walk over to the fridge and open it, grabbing the milk. He jumps slightly, and looks at me with wide eyes. "Hey uncle Pete." I say as I grab a glass. "Hi kiddo, don't you have school tomorrow?" He asks and sniffles and I put down the glass as I nod, and look at him. He looked like he had been crying. His eyes were glossy and red and puffy. That really just gave it away. That, and he has the sniffles, which crying also causes. "Are you okay?" I ask and he looked taken off guard. "What? Yeah I'm fine why?" He asks and I raise my eyebrows at him. "You were crying." I say softly. "Oh. That." He mumbles and I pour the milk into the glass, followed by the chocolate syrup and stir it. I won't force him to tell me, it could be none of my business completely. "You don't have to tell me what's wrong, I just don't like seeing people I care for upset ya know?" I say and take a sip of my milk. Could be more chocolately, but it's good enough.

"No, no it's fine, I uh, Patrick and I, we got in a fight. So I came down here and cried because I, I dunno. I hate fighting with him but goddamnit is that man stubborn." Pete says while shaking his head and I slowly nod. "You guys didn't break up right?" I ask and he quickly shakes his head. "No, no, we're fine, it was over something stupid. I just wanted to let him cool off, I usually don't cry over shit like this, I'm just stressed I guess. I think I need to start writing stuff again soon." He says and I softly nod. "Maybe that's why I have a bad feeling then." I say and Pete tilts his head, clearly confused. "What?" He asks and I put my chocolate milk down. "I have this really bad feeling. Like it's super bad and I can't sleep because of it, which is why I came down here. Maybe my body somehow knew y'all got in an argument, I'm hoping." I say and Pete still looked confused.

"Is it like anxiety?" He asks and I shake my head. "No, just a burning feeling that something super bad is gonna happen. Or maybe it is I dont know anymore. " I say and reach up to fumble with the necklace around my neck. "It's scaring me a lot. Last time I had a feeling like this, I almost died." I say and slowly look up to meet his gaze. Pete just looked shocked and slightly scared himself. "If you need any of us, we're here. Anytime you need I can try my best to help you. I'm always up. Okay?" He asks and I give him a smile to reassure him. "I didn't try to kill myself, it, it was Richard. I got this feeling on my 5th birthday when he tried to kill my mom and I." I say and take a sip out of my milk and his face pales, his eyes going wide.