I was only in the hospital two more days after I woke up. All my numbers looked good and they were satisfied with my eating habits, so they released me that morning. I was quiet and gave my grandmother a cold shoulder as she drove back to our home. Without saying a word to her, I marched right up to my room and found my suitcase in my closet. I started packing it with my clothes because I was not staying here. I'd find somewhere else for the night until I could situate things in my life. She wasn't going to stop me either. I wasn't going to let her control my life anymore.
I packed as much clothes as I could in there and drug it down the stairs with me. She was already standing at the bottom of them and we met eyes. I didn't look away from her this time. I held on tightly to my suitcase as I pushed passed her and headed straight for the door. She turned to watch me as I opened it, stopping to look back at her once more.
"If you walk out that door, don't ever think you'll step back foot in here again." She glared.
"Don't worry. I won't be coming back." I slammed the door behind me, letting a few tears slide down my cheeks as I rolled my suitcase down the sidewalk behind me.
I felt relieved as I crossed the road, heading towards the Juice Bar. I wanted to stop by there and clear my head before I went and saw Ms. Maria. I needed to get my thoughts together before I finally told her I wanted help. It was taking a lot of courage out of me to do just that. As I approached the Juice Bar, I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to see Kimberly jogging up to me. Great. The last person I wanted to see right now.
"Hey, I just went by your house. Aisha had given me your address, but your grandmother said you no longer live there. I was going to drop off these flowers and this card that all of us signed." Kimberly said.
"Oh. Yeah, I don't live there no more..." I muttered. "Thanks for the flowers, I guess."
"Is everything okay? You seem upset." Kimberly noted.
"Yeah, I am." I flat out told her. She handed over the flowers and the card, and I glared down at them.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Kimberly offered with her fake little caring smile.
"No. I don't." I shook my head.
"Are you sure?" she wondered.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I don't want to talk about being upset over getting my boyfriend stolen from me literally the next day after he asked me out with the girl who stole him from me." I took a few steps back because I was angry with her.
"Wait what?" Kimberly asked confused. We were standing outside of the Juice Bar and I didn't care if I made a commotion at this point.
"Come one – don't play little miss innocent. I was pretty stupid to think Adam even liked me in the first place. I hope you guys at least got a laugh out of it because I sure didn't." I sneered.
"What are you talking about Danielle?" Kimberly asked.
"I saw you hanging all over Adam here at the Juice Bar. I was in a really bad place in my head and I wanted to talk to Adam – he was one person I thought I could talk to about everything that was going on. He had asked me out just the night before I saw you two in there. I was stupid to fall for him when he likes you." I shook my head.
"You've got that all wrong." Kimberly stepped closer to me.
"I know what I saw." I glared.
"Yes, I understand that and I definitely see how you could have gotten that impression. I don't like Adam though – we're just good friends. I'm dating Tommy and I thought you knew that, but I shouldn't have assumed you knew that either because I guess we don't know each other that well still. What you saw was me hugging Adam after he told me and Rocky that he finally asked you out. I was just telling him congratulations." Kimberly asked.
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Twenty Four Seven || Adam Park
FanfictionSeventeen-year-old Danielle had her world flipped upside down after a sudden tragedy in her family. Being forced to move in with her estranged grandmother on her father's side was the hardest thing she had to do. Learning to get along with her grand...