Dalrien

Alone Today

Tuesday, February 21

I feel as if I'm falling like I am free. Then I opened my eyes only to find I am home. It's time to get ready to go to school. I got up and got ready. After making my lunch, I left the house. Dalton wasn't there like usual. I went over to visit to see what's up. I knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I heard Dalton's mother speak. I walked through the house to the kitchen. I found Chanda cooking up some soup. I greeted her as she smiled.

"Why hello Adrien, How are you?" She asked.

"Good, you?"

"I'm doing fine dear, thank you for asking."

  "If you're looking for Dalton, he is upstairs in bed sick." She pointed. I smiled and thanked her. I headed up to Dalton's room. Preparing myself for what I'm about to do. I've always felt tense going in his room but at the same time, it feels like a safe place I can rest in. Sigh. I opened the door to the sound of groaning. I watched as Dalton moved over to his side. I walked over and greeted.

  "You should take your medicine," I noticed it was on the table beside him. He turned and looked at me. It was silent for a few minutes.

  "Adriennnnnn I'm dying" Dalton whined. I gave a concerned smile. Well I checked on him and he is fine so I'll head to school before I'm late. I headed out of the door as Dalton kept groaning in pain. As I was heading downstairs, Chanda was heading to Dalton's room with the soup.

  "Adrien! I want to talk to you before you leave- Dalton! That's a surprise you took your medicine for once!" Chanda exclaimed. I wondered. Dalton always takes his medicine and why does she want to talk to me? I stood at the front door waiting for Chanda. If I hurry I may get there without being late. I glanced around and spotted photos on the wall. It was Dalton from baby to 18 years old. I was in some of them. It made me feel warm. It makes me feel like I'm apart of the family, I am thankful for that. This family along with my sister are my last hope. Without them, I would have given up already.

  "Alright! Adrien, I won't be here in the afternoon so can you stop by and take care of Dalton?" She asked. I nodded and headed off to school. Once I got there I was almost late to my first class. The class took forever to end but it did. I headed to my next class with an uneasy look. Lucas, He is probably here today. Lucas Carmen, He is what you call the School Bully. He has it out for me since his Dad cheated on his Mom with my Mother. Now he knows my mother will sell her body for money and booze. I wish he didn't. He told everyone that my mother was a 'Whore'  but got punched in the face by Dalton. Dalton..he protects me, but it just makes me feel like a burden. Anyway, I took one step into the class and heard him talking to his friends. I did my best to not get noticed, but who wouldn't notice the guy in black who is always wearing bandages. I'm surprised the teachers haven't even asked about it. Does anyone have common sense? I sat on my seat and quickly unpacked. Notebook to take notes and a pencil. Understand I don't have any friends here so I lay my head on the desk. I wait for the teacher to come to start class. I fall asleep waiting until a sudden noise falls upon my ears.

  "You Bastard! Wake up!" Someone screamed. I looked up to Lucas. He grabbed me by the hair. He pulled me out of the classroom to the bathroom. I received a punch to the face. Blood dripped onto my shirt. "Don't have Dalton here to protect you do ya!" He spits in my face. I look Lucas in the eye but quickly turned my head. Lucas grabbed my shoulders and kneed me in the chest. Spiting up spit and falling to the floor where I received countless kicks to the chest. I coughed as I couldn't breathe. Lucas stopped and took a breather. I laid there silently. I can't do anything so why try? There is no point in all this. The sooner I quit squirming this will be all over. Lucas picked me up by the arm. I yelped. Not that arm!! I jerked my arm which made it worse for me. Lucas could tell I was hiding something and pushed up my arm sleeve. There were bandages wrapped around the wounds my mother caused. Lucas's smile grew wild and twisted. He started to unwrap my arm. No! I refuse to let this happen. I moved to give myself an opening. I took it. I punched Lucas in the gut. Making him let go and fall to the floor. I quickly pushed my sleeve down and rushed out of the bathroom. I refuse to let him see this.

  The rest of the day was a blur until I got to Dalton's house. Like Chanda asked I checked on Dalton. I didn't even stop at my house. I found him in his room asleep. He looked so peaceful. I could watch him all day. He has the most beautiful face. A face of a model I would say. He looks so calm and gentle when he sleeps. I know Dalton will never like me. Being best friends means your closest but the farthest when it comes to love. It would be stupid to chase the dream of getting together. I just can't seem to give up. I've tried getting rid of these feelings by dating someone. It didn't work out, that relationship ended horribly. I've known Dalton ever since childhood, he is into girls. He has never shown interest in dating a boy.
"Mm..." Dalton shuffles around in the bed. I jerked back in surprise. I had my guard down. "Adrien..?" Dalton spoke. I looked at Dalton who had just woke up.

"Hi, Dalton...! Are you feeling okay?" I asked. Dalton was a bit pale so I know he is still sick.

"A fever like this can't bring me down!" Dalton sprung up. Then he suddenly got dizzy and laid back down.
"Well maybe.." he pouted. I smiled. I guess times like these I enjoy the most.

"I'll go downstairs and make some soup. You should stay here and rest. Also, I will bring your medicine with your food so don't worry about that." I was almost out of his room.

"Okay. I will go in the living room in a bit then." Dalton responded. He looked a bit sad. I guess he didn't want to stay here and sleep. I quickly made my way downstairs into the kitchen. I looked around and found a note left by Chanda.

'Hello, Adrien! I know how much Dalton loves your cooking so I left some ingredients to make a stew. Make sure you make enough for yourself. Thank you for everything.'
Signed Chanda.

I grabbed the ingredients in the cabinet and started making some soup. It wasn't long until I heard Dalton come downstairs and come into the kitchen. He got an icepack from the freezer. "My head hurts" Dalton complained. He walked sluggishly to the living room, looking back before eventually leaving. After I finished cooking and put the soup on the table the doorbell rang. I hurried over thinking it's Dalton's mom. I opened the door.

"Johanna?.."