Can't Get Enough | Danny Amendola

Chapter 35

Just a heads up— There will NOT be an update on Thursday as I will be at the Packers game.

Hope you enjoy!

** Danny's POV **

The front door burst open. "What the hell do you mean she just walked out?" Julian asked, almost yelling at me. "You should've tried to stop her!"

My heart hurt, my lungs hurt, and my ribs hurt as I sat there and looked ahead at him. "You don't think I tried that?" I asked giving him a dirty look.

Penny came walking in the house— out of breath. Completely oblivious to the words just exchanged, she sat down on the couch next to me and placed a hand over her bump. "Are you feeling okay?" She asked, her green eyes looking to me. "Are your ribs okay?"

I adjusted the way I was sitting and flinched. "I could be better. But my biggest problem is Jamie right now," I replied. "We... We need to head out to find her. She's not answering her phone."

Penny's green eyes went wide and she shook her head. Before she could respond, the door opened. I gingerly moved up with wide eyes. "Jamie? Is that you?"

"No," A male's voice said, and then Rob was popping around the corner. "It's me! Am I as beautiful as her,though?" He had a big goofy smile on his face.

I was not in the mood... I rolled my eyes. "Who the fuck invited him?" I questioned.

"Pen did. You're not allowed to be walking long distances," Julian jumped in. "And neither is Penny. You two will stay here and keep trying to contact her. Rob and I will go out looking for her"

I shook my head and stomped over to where my wallet and keys were. "No! I'm going! You guys can't stop me," I complained, trying to ignore the pain in my side. I began to make my way to the door, but the pain in my chest was unbearable. I stopped and winced at my next few breaths.

"Danny," Penny's soft voice finally said. I turned and looked toward the couch. "Please let them handle it. You shouldn't be driving on your meds."

I let out a small breath and slowly nodded. "Okay," I mumbled in defeat.

** Jamie's POV **

I wandered down the sidewalk, enjoying the openness of the air around me. I'd been wandering around the streets of Boston for nearly two and a half hours, but I had no plans of going home anytime soon.

It probably wasn't very nice of me to blow up the way I did, but I needed to separate myself before I did anything even stupider— like slap Danny, again. Slapping was never the answer, and I knew that.

After walking around, passing my old place, passing a few shops and deciding not to go in them— probably because I'd be turned away; there was no way I didn't look homeless after all my crying— I found a park.

Just as I was about to take a seat on a bench, near one of the street lights, of course, I noticed the swings. When I was younger and I'd get in an argument with my parents or was just having a bad day, I always took refuge at the park. At the park near my house, they had a two swing swing set, much like the one that was in front of me.

I couldn't not swing.

At this point, my tears were long gone and I was left to think about the situation. As I sat down on the swing and began to sway back and forth, the look on Danny's face popped into my head.

I was terrible to him. He had no idea what he had done wrong. Blowing up on him wasn't the answer, but I did it anyway because I was a dumbass. I didn't deserve him. It probably seemed like I took him for granted.