Dalrien

Alone Today P2

Tuesday, February 21

"Johanna..?" I opened the front door and saw Johanna standing there holding a pot. Her gaze turned tense.

"Adrien! Who is it?!" Dalton yelled.

"Dalton!" Johanna shoved me out of the way and went inside. I quickly straightened myself out and shut the door. I went to the kitchen when I saw Johanna. She took the bowl I prepared for Dalton and poured it out. I could feel myself crack. She then poured her soup into the bowl. Went into the living room and gave it to Dalton. I could feel myself breaking, I worked hard for that. I kept silent as I walked into the living room. I don't deal with this anymore. Dalton looked at me for a bit then turned back to Johnna.

"Hey, Johanna...Thanks for the soup I guess.." Dalton spoke. He was hesitant to eat it. Everyone knows Johanna is a horrible cook. She was beaming with passion. You could tell she wanted Dalton to eat it. He slowly moved the spoon into the soup to his mouth. Everyone was silent for about a second. Dalton immediately spits out the soup. Johanna became furious. Dalton tried to apologize but she just won't let it go. 'She tried hard to make that' is what she said. Johanna finally jerked me up and pulled me in front of Dalton.

"At least Adrien would eat all of it!" She yelled.

"Look I told you I'm sorry!" Dalton screamed as he set the bowl onto a table. "I don't know what you want me to do about it! I can't even swallow the soup, you try eating it!" Dalton told her. He pulled me out of the way and onto the couch. Then glared at Johanna. I was simply surprised by Dalton's actions. Usually, he tries to calm the situation. Honestly, It makes me feel better that even Dalton can get angry. That reminds me. I've seen Dalton get mad that one time.

  "F-fine!" Johanna gave in. I guess she didn't want to argue anymore. "I'm sorry for wanting to take care of my friend." Johanna tried a guilt trip Dalton and left. I got up from the couch and just scratched my head in confusion. Dalton just sat down to process what just happened.

"I'm sorry you had to see me angry," Dalton spoke.  He looked tired and he was sweaty. I almost forgot he was sick. I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the soup I made for me. I doubt he would want soup now after what just happened. I brought it to him anyway.

  "H-here...I don't know if you still want it.." I averted my eyes. Dalton took it without hesitation.

  "I love your cooking, plus I still have a horrible taste in my mouth." Dalton started eating. I sat on the couch. It's kinda awkward now...I don't know what to say.  

  "You know that's the second time I've seen you angry," I told Dalton. He looked at me then turned away. The first time I saw Dalton angry like really angry was the time I was attacked at school. De miedo. I still have the scars on my neck.  I was luck Dalton found me as they cut me. Let's just say I won't ever see them again. "So do you want to play video games after you are done?" I asked.

  "I thought about taking a nap after but maybe after? Sorry, I'm kinda tired."

  "Oh! Then, I should get home. My mom will be home soon." I started to grab my stuff.

  "Hey wait! Mind if you could stay for a bit? It's kinda boring here alone..." Dalton asked.  I felt my face heat up a bit so I turned away. I nodded and sat back down. After that, we talked for a bit. I played some games though by myself. It was long before Dalton fell asleep with me going after.

  I woke up to someone tapping my shoulder. Its Dalton's mom. She was smirking. "Adrien, your mother is at the door for you. Try not to wake up Dalton." She spoke. I turned my head and my face went red. Dalton was leaning against my shoulder asleep. It was like I was still dreaming. I want to stay like this for a bit longer, but I can't. My mother is at the door for me. I slowly got up trying not to wake Dalton up. After that, I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door. I hope Mother isn't angry. Once I got outside, I noticed Mother didn't bother waiting for me. I mentally prepared myself for a beating, but it seems she is already in her room. I guess she had a good day. I went upstairs to begin a shower. Taking off my shirt, I looked in the mirror. Straight into my two-colored eyes. Left-Red, Right-Green. Dalton has told me it reminds him of Chrismas. Though he wonders why I try to cover my right eye. Mother hates green eyes. Looking down I scan over my own body. The two scars on my neck. The bruises from the beatings on my torso and back. Along with cigarette burns. It makes me shiver. I don't even have to look at my legs, I just know they are purple with bruises. So I completely undressed and got in the shower. It wasn't long until I got out. Going to my room I hear my phone go off. When I checked it out, I saw 'photo attachment' from Dalton's mom.

 "Huh?!" I am having so many emotions at one time. Chanda sent me a picture of both Dalton and me sleeping against each other. I accidentally looked at the mirror and saw that my whole face was beaming red. I stood there calming myself for a bit before saving that photo into my hidden.  No one will see..right?





Sorry for not updating for a long time. I had writer's block. I will try to update more often. Thanks for reading.