"I will, love. Feel better, Danielle. I love you," Mom said.
"I'll try. Thanks, Mommy, I love you, too," I said.
My mom was going to call the school for me and say I was sick.
"Daniel?" I said. I set all my stuff back in my room and walked slowly down the stairs.
"Yes?" he answered.
"What about you? You can't just skip school like that," I said.
"Oh, I'll figure something out. My dad will probably call and give a reason," he shrugged.
"How do you do that?" I asked out loud.
"My dad actually just does it...all I have to do is ask. He's always obsessed with his career that he doesn't have time for any of us. That's why, um...," he cleared his throat.
He continued, "Are separating."
I hugged him and whispered, "I'm so, so sorry."
"It'll be okay, Dani," he said and stroked my hair. My stomach started to churn again.
"Ohh...trash can..." I muttered and pointed to it. Daniel grabbed it and gave it to me. I threw up again and then slowly walked to the couch with it.
"My head is POUNDING," I moaned. I was seeing spots. I stumbled and Daniel rushed to catch me.
"Thanks," I said. He guided me to the couch.
I immediately lay down and closed my eyes. I felt his hand in mine and that just made me smile.
"Thank you," I mouthed as we looked at each other.
"Anytime," he smiled, "Now, get your sleep. I'll be right here if you need me."
I shut my eyes again and fell asleep.