Something About You..

Part 30: Love In War

-Danny's P.O.V-

We never finished cleaning up his house. 

This realization hit while I was walking up the stairs to my house last night. 

I was kind of happy to be home. It felt amazing crawling into my bed, putting on the sound of rain hitting a metal roof. Thank you YouTube for having a video for everything, it seems. It's fucking Sunday. The only thing good about today is..

That it's fucking 11:52am and I promised I'd be getting Alex around noon. "Fuck!", I rush out of bed, looking in my closet for anything to wear that looks even halfway decent. This isn't good. I overslept. Of course I would.. Going with some black skinny jeans again and a grey t-shirt, I find my vans I threw in the back of the closet a few weeks ago. Slipping them on, I head back over to my night stand to grab my phone, cigarettes, a lighter, and my wallet. 

I have to convince her to walk to the store with me. 

As I start heading out my bedroom door, I quickly turn around and remember to lock it. Picking up Alex while also walking to the store is gonna be at least 20 minutes which gives mom plenty of time to snoop. The whole thought makes me erie. She's too damn nosy.. and theify..

Heading down the stairs, I stopped at the end to look in the mirror mom put up on the wall. She likes to watch herself flow down the stairs in her dresses when men pick her up. Today, it's helping her kid not look like a messy ass homeless guy. My hair is sticking out in all different directions. I look like I got electrocuted, I rustle it back into place before turning towards the kitchen

Clicking the lock button to wake my phone, it says 11:55am. I bite my lip nervously as I rush past my mom in the kitchen to the bathroom. I have to brush my teeth. I rush that as fast as I can possibly while still effectively brushing. Once that's done I take the time to spray my cologne on and rub some deodorant under my armpits. Have to, I have to. Cleanliness is very impressionable. One quick glance in the bathroom mirror leaves me feeling confident in myself so I bolt out the bathroom door, run up to my mom kissing her on the cheek. I dash out the door while yelling to my mom, "I love you, be back in a few!" 

My feet hit the stairs so hard, they reverberated back into my body as I step down them. Once my feet hit the concrete and I get the gate door open, finding the grip, I pushed all my energy into my legs, I take off running.

It's stupid because she's two doors down, but I really want to be on time. I want to be reliable to her. Finally slowing down at the bottom of her gate, I bend over trying to catch my breath, mumbling I need to quit smoking. I check the time on my phone, 12:00pm. I fucking made it!

Climbing up the stairs feeling relieved, I stand at her front door. It takes me a second to build the courage to knock but I do. It was a bit heavier than anticipated, hopefully it didn't come off too strong. 

Two eyes looked out the window before the door opened wide "Oh, hello Daniel! It's so good to see you" Mrs. Liftons' beaming smile appeared before me. I couldn't help but smile back just wish she wouldn't use my full name.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Lifton. I came to pick up your daughter". I state softly.

"Oh.. I'm not sure if she can go out" She said. My heart skipped a bit as I started feeling really sad and worried.

"Do you mind me asking why, ma'am?" I leaned into the door, lowing my head. I pout while biting my lip again. It's a nervous tick. Something I haven't been able to quit since a kid.

"Come on in, hun. You can see if her friend is willing to hang out with both of you if you want". Wait, what friend?

She moved away from the door, allowing me in. I took the chance, slipping past the entryway, timidly. For some reason, it feels colder in here. I don't feel welcomed.