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Glowing x - Chapter 8 - Consequences

Danny PoV

I watch on, totally helpless as Rori sways backwards and forwards shaking from head to toe. I wanted to rush forward and help her, hug her to my chest and whisper sweet things into her ears. I want to pick her up bridal style and lay her down on the sofa, her head on my lap while I stroke her jet black hair. But I can’t. For one simple reason, my band mates are still holding onto my arms like iron shackles.

It looks to me as if she is having an internal struggle with herself and she is fighting with her own mind. I almost expect her to start spouting out unintelligible words like crazy soothsaying women do in the old films.

“Let me go! We need to help her!” I yell shouting at my paralysed best friends. I try to pull myself out of their death grip but fail hopelessly. “Let go or I swear to God almighty I will bite you!” I growl try with all my might to loosen their grip once again.

“Danny! Calm the fuck down! We’re helping you! You know what today is? You know what happened this day all those years ago? You know how we almost lost our best fucking friend? Well, we refuse to risk that again!” Glen spat at me.

“Bite with all your mite and we still won’t let you go. We’re not going through all that shite again!” Mark added in a slightly calmer tone.

I sigh let my shoulders droop in defeat, as usual they were right. Once before I put a girl before my career and that didn’t end well...but maybe this time it could be different.

“Guys, you’re right,” I say, “But she looks so ill and she needs us. Someone’s got to help her before she-...” I never got the chance to finish my sentence as Rori crashed to the floor and started fitting.

“RORI!” I shrieked. The guys let go off my arms and rushed to her side, careful not to touch her. You must never touch someone who is fitting, ever! Unless they’re being sick then you help them, but that’s the only occasion. Mark pulled his phone out of his pocket and phoned for an ambulance while I stayed rooted to the spot in complete and utter shock.

I stared at the beautiful child as she twitched uncontrollably on the floor, her eye rolling back and forth in its socket. It was horrible so very horrible but I couldn’t bring myself to turn away. I just stared totally aghast. A small puddle of drool was starting to form from Rori’s mouth.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I sank to my knees with my head in my hand. Deja-vous seeping over my body like an unwelcome quest. I let out a jagged sob which was followed but a lot of quieter weeps. Why? Why today? Why on the anniversary of the worst day of my life?

A pair of soft arms wrapped around my body cradling me to their bosom. I automatically knew it was Amy. I buried my head into her like a small child recovering from a tantrum. “It’s gonna be Ok Danny boy, I promise.” She whispers softly into my head. I know she’s trying to reassure me but it isn’t working. I don’t need reassured.

“Is it?” I say harshly but instead of flinching away, to my surprise she pulls me closer. “I promise” She says in a half whisper.

“For the last fucking time, I’m not a fucking relative! There is a girl lying here on the floor shaking like a leaf and she needs your help. What does it matter if I’m related to her?” I hear Mark yell at the person down the phone. “No I won’t remain calm! We need to get this girl to hospital now. She’s fitting and we...-I told you before she’s not being sick! No we aren’t touching her....Thank you! Goodbye.” He growls venomously. “I fucking bloody hate phone operators!”

Under other circumstances I would have laughed at Marks anger, but how can I laugh? How can I ever laugh again? It’s my entire bloody fault.

“She’s not twitching as much, I think she’s coming round.” Glen informs us. I sit up a little, slightly releasing myself from Amy’s embrace. Slightly not fully. Sure enough the twitches were becoming less frequent and her eyes weren’t rolling around as much. I watched her for a couple of minutes, noticing how perfect she looked even at her worst.

My mind travels back to just before she turned into this state. It reminded me so much of someone I used to know. I start singing ‘Somebody I Used to Know’ by Gotye in my head. Funny how the mind makes connections like that. Any it was scary how much lovely little Rori reminded me of the girl who broke my heart all that time ago...

*Flash back 5 years ago*

I’m sitting at the breakfast bar with her on my lap. We’re laughing like hyenas at something she said. We were like that back then, always laughing and smiling so deeply in love, or so I thought. I look down at her smiling like a loony and leaning in for a kiss. She obliged more than willingly kissing me back within seconds. Every time we kissed my stomach filled with millions of little butterflies and it was amazing. The most pleasurable feeling any human could ask for. I smiled into the kiss, something that was just impulsive with her like so many things were when she was about.

When we broke apart I let those stupid words slip out of my mouth, those words I should never of uttered.

“Marry me?” I whispered kissing up and down her ivory neck. She tensed against me, sighing sadly.

“Baby I want to, but you know I can’t. I’m married, I have a family, they need me.”She said using the same excuse as always.

“Divorce him.” I said against her neck. I gently started sucking on her skin making her moan softly.

“Danny stop!” She said sharply. “It’s not that simple, you know as well as I do. He’s letting me away with this so far and you want me to hurt him that way. Never mind my little girl, what would I tell her? Huh? Any ideas what you tell a ten year old?” I stared at her in shock, opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish.

“Didn’t think so. Look Danny I better go...” She started. Standing up she grabbed her things and headed for the door of my flat.

“Please don’t leave me!” I called out like a child. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face me, an impatient look filled her face. “When will I see you again?”

“I’m not sure, we need time.” And with that she left. I never saw her again but I clearly remember crying myself to sleep that night. It was about a week later I saw the newspaper headline. That was when my life crashed and burned like a comet crashing onto the earth.

The headline read; “Mad Women tries to Kill Husband!”

The light of my life was capable of doing that and it was all my horrid fault. I still feel sorry for family, her daughter was only ten at the time and apparently she was the one who found him. Poor kid...

*Back to present time*

I’m brought back to reality by the sound of sirens and shouting. I completely release myself of Amy’s grip and stand up on my feet as the paramedics flood into the building and rush to Rori’s aid.

I stand back as they get to work lifting a now still Rori onto a stretcher ready to carry her out to the ambulance.

“Two people can come with us in the ambulance.” A dumpy female paramedic tell us, as they start to carry the stretcher out of the theatre.

“You’re not going without me!” I say sternly walking out the door behind them.