Petals Don't Lie, But Friends Do ? - SkepHalo fanfic

Chapter 9

Darryl's POV

I woke up cold, hearing the shower running. He left to clean himself up I guess. I grabbed my phone, sighing as it wasn't charged last night. I left it at around 50% battery, so it'll be okay for a few hours. I go through twitter, tweeting out about how I was gone and my reasons. After that, I go through the messages from all my friends that I've missed from being gone. Most of them were filled with worry, some with sadness, others just asking to collab soon as if they didn't know about anything that happened. I put my phone away once I replied to them all. Getting up, I took off the blankets and gave Rat a quick pat on the head. I headed towards a kettle and began heating up some water. When it was hot enough, I poured some water into a glass and let a tea bag soak into it. I smelt the tea, the chamomile scent flooding the air in the kitchen. Calming, perfect for when I have a headache and just want to get back to last night's events. 

Footsteps come from the hall, laughing following. I took a few sips of the tea, bracing myself for whatever feelings may overtake me. Zak appears from the hallway, a towel covering his wet hair, rubbing it dry. "Hey, guess what Clay calls himself now,"

"What?" I reply, smiling a little.

"He calls himself 'dreamdaddy' now!" the black-haired boy exclaims, bursting into laughter again and grabbing onto the couch for balance.

"Oh my goodness," is all I can say as I cover my face. 

"You started it with 'sApdAdDy' though," his smile is very apparent in his words, even though he's covering it. 

"Oh my GOODNE-" I begin, before he cuts me off by more of his jokes. We stay like this for a while, picking on each other and then laughing at the other. An hour or so passes, and we hear a knock at the door. "I'll get it," I offer, heading up to the door. I regret offering as I open it, and there's a clearly drunk man on the porch. He reeks of rum and whiskey, making me cover my nose. "Uh, what do you need sir?" I ask, turning to look at Zak's face. He looks shocked. 

"Isssss -hic- this uh houssse of -hic- zzzakkk?" The man questions, making me look back to Zak with a nod over. He seems to take a deep breathe in but shake his head slowly. 

"No, sorry sir. I don't know who you're talking about." I answer. This seems to make him rather angry, seeing as he turns around and talks to himself. He slowly takes a bottle of what appears to be sugarless rum from his coat. He brings it up, and attempts to hit my head. I closed my eyes tightly in fear, but as I open them I see the man on the ground and Zak's hand bloody from a bottle. 

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Word Count: 504 Words.

A/N: Sorry for this short chapter, I felt like writing a little and making it a bit dramatic but idk. I'm grateful for this book getting over 150 reads. Thank you guys so much. :)