Where I Belong (Parker_Games)

17.) Breathin

Dani's POV

"Thank you," I stated while starring into my Darth Vader coffee mug. My cold hands were slowly becoming warmer the more I held onto it. A sherpa blanket was wrapped around my shoulders, and I sat crisscrossed on my bed. 

Parker adjusted himself to sit a small distance away at the end of my bed.  "You're welcome.  I'm glad you feel better." We kept avoiding eye contact all morning. 

I woke up several times throughout the night and early morning throwing up.  Parker and Bee took turns cleaning out the trashcan and holding my hair away from my face.  It was silent for the most part except for them asking if I needed water or anything.  If it wasnt for them trying to both take care of my drunk ass, I would be alone and cleaning puke off my bed. 

Bee slept in my cubby hole by the window, and parker made a pallet of blankets on the floor.  I felt miserable, but they both could've chose to stay somewhere else and not help me.  I will forever be in their debt. 

It was a long pause between Parker and I.  I kept awkwardly taking sips of my coffee while he started out the window.  "Can I show you something," Parker finally chimed up.  Without saying a word back to him, he dug his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through his photos. By this time, he scooted to where I was sat but still kept some distance between us. 

After scrolling through years of old videos and photos, he finally got to the video he took of me the night we met.  I was walking down the stairs of the Cube house.  That was right after Brayden embarrassed me by asking me out during a panel.  His intentions were sweet, but if anyone truly knows me, they would know I don't like a whole lot of attention.  It was awkward.

"This is when I first met you," Parker stopped the video and kept scrolling back to a picture he took of me getting my first tattoo.  I love that tattoo and the meaning behind it.  It still looks colorful and vibrant, and the meaning behind it holds dear to my heart.  I actually went about a year ago and got a tattoo of some abstract buttercups on my left shoulder.  I had the artist copy my moms signature and put it under them along with her date of birth and the day she passed. 

"Why are you showing me old photos, Parker?" I loved that he was being nostalgic, but what is this leading to?  What does this all mean?  Is there a point hes trying to make?

"You see how happy you were in those photos?  Deep down you were depressed and sad because of the way your new boyfriend was acting."  Parker took my hands in his and starred deeply into my green eyes. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but he instantly shushed me. 

"Daniella, I made you happy.  I could tell. You even made me so happy, and after everything went south, I couldn't stop wondering about it.  What if things would've worked out?"  My heart immediately started pounding harder behind my ribcage. 

I took a deep breath and decided to let all of my insecurities scatter into the wind.  "I didn't make you happy. You dated my enemy and rubbed in my face on social media."  His eyes fell to our hands.  "Did you know she caused me to go through 2 different numbers because of all the death threats I was getting?  Did she tell you what happened to us in high school?  Did she tell you the reason why I ended our friendship?"  I felt a pinch in my chest as tears started swelling in my eyes.  "Parker, she used you to destroy me."  I removed my hands from his to wipe the tears flowing down my cheeks. 

"Daniella, I know she used me.  I was stupid.  Everyone liked her, and since you shut me out, I decided to give it a small chance.  But let me tell you something, I quickly learned about her motive.  I ended it swiftly after she got what she wanted.  She drained me, too.  She took everything from me."  Parkers eyes started swelling up with tears, too.  I don't know if I should be mad at her for destroying him, or maybe I should be mad at myself.