Loving Mr. Daniels

by Brittainy C. Cherry

  I narrowed my eyes, but I followed him. He led me down the hallway and we stopped in front of his bathroom. He opened the door and stepped back.

  “A bath,” he said, nudging his head inside. “Randy had some weird bubble bath soap in the cabinet. Each week, he tries to draw me a bath with some essential oils to de-stress me.” He snickered but frowned. “I grabbed one of my t-shirts and a pair of my shorts for you to wear to bed. They’re on the sink counter.”

  I frowned. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

  He didn’t reply right away. His brows lowered as he searched his mind for the right words. “Don’t mistake my distance for my not caring. It’s actually the complete opposite.” He guided me into the bathroom and closed me inside.

  My hand rested against the door. My eyes shut. “Still here?” I whispered. A small whimper left my lips when I didn’t hear him.

  “Still here.”

  I sighed as I stripped out of my clothes. I moved over to the tub to see small daisies floating on top of the bubbles. “Daniel,” I whispered, placing my hand against my chest.

  My toes were first to touch the warming water, and then I allowed my whole body to sink down into the bubble bath. It was hot, but not too scorching. Comfortable. Relaxing. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The water waved back and forth with every small movement I made.

  I turned my head toward the bathroom door when I heard the guitar strings being played. My heart jumped into my throat as Daniel’s voice flowed underneath the door.

  Forever always scared me because it never came.

  I lost all sense of fear when she whispered her name.

  The tears didn’t even give me the option of not falling. His voice was so soft, sounding so far away. Yet at the same time, I could feel the words in my heart, my soul.

  The world spins faster,

  Yet she slows down time.

  I don’t know how, but I need her to always be mine.

  I lost her due to mistaken roads. I lost her due to secrets untold.

  I lost her, and in turn, I lost myself.

  So someone please help me on this quest

  To find

  Finding, finding, finding

  My Juliet.

  I laid my head against the back of the tub and my body relaxed completely. He continued to strum his guitar strings. A warming feeling of peace crossed over me as I remembered how Gabby would play her guitar for me whenever I was feeling down and stressed.

  I wished she could’ve played for Ryan. His poor mind was a mess, and I knew it would be a while before he was okay.

  My fingers rubbed against one another, turning into raisins after about an hour. Standing up, I watched as the water dripped down my body. The towel sitting on the counter was wrapped around my wet body. Moving over to the mirror I stared at myself.

  “I miss you, Gabby,” I sighed. I still saw her reflection inside my eyes.

  My fingers ran through my locks of hair before I took the wet hair tie from my wrist and wrapped all of my locks up into a bun. Using the towel to dry my body off, I started to get dress. Daniel’s shorts were too big for my body, yet at the same time they fit perfectly. When I unfolded the t-shirt, memories rocked my entire being.

  I looked at the missing sleeve on the shirt and smiled, remembering that first night when Daniel had cut off the sleeve for me. There were plenty of things he wasn’t telling me. So many secrets he was keeping from me.

  But at the end of the day, all drama set aside, he was the boy who’d helped a girl out of the dark.

  Opening the bathroom door, I saw Daniel standing. His guitar was leaning against the wall, and he gave me a small smile.

  “We should talk,” I said.

  He nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his father’s knife and walked over to me. I arched an eyebrow, and he kept smiling. Carefully, he began cutting off the other sleeve of my t-shirt.

  “We’ll talk. I promise. But right now…” He took the sleeve and placed it in my hands. “Right now, Ryan needs you.”

  I looked down the hallway in the direction of the light sobbing that was heard. My stomach flipped. My head lowered. “What do I say to him?”

  “You don’t have to say anything. Just be there for him.”

  My footsteps were slow, terrified for my friend. When I walked into the room, I saw him falling apart. He was hiding his sobs against his pillow, losing himself beneath the sheets.

  I moved over to him and climbed into bed. His red, tired eyes looked at me. I held the sleeve of the shirt out to him and he frowned. He took the sleeve from me and cried into it, deeply, painfully, truthfully. My arms wrapped around him and I pulled his body to me. His tears soaked me as his head lay against my shoulder.

  “It’s all right, Ryan,” I lied to him, hoping my lies would someday become true. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

  You’re okay.

  Taking a chance that you’ll let me back in.

  I’d fucked up so much I would understand,

  If you didn’t even want to be my friend.

  ~ Romeo’s Quest

  There wasn’t a chance in hell I would be falling to sleep any time soon. Ashlyn and Ryan had finally snoozed off around three in the morning. It was now four. I stood over the sink pouring out a bottle of vodka. Sitting on the counter were three more bottles of whiskey, rum, and scotch that were empty.

  Everything Ryan had gone through last night was dangerous. Every emotion he had been feeling was deadly. The last thing he needed was to wake up in the middle of the night or something and find a way to try to drown out the noises in his head.

  I’d watched Dad drown out his troubles in the same way. The last thing I wanted was for Ryan to go down that same dark road. He was a good kid. Some of the papers he’d written in class had showcased how lost but brave he was. I just hoped he could remain brave.

  My head shot up when I heard the back door open. Randy came walking in, followed closely by Jace, who was wearing a backpack. When Randy saw me, his eyes narrowed.

  “Dan, what are you still doing up?” He glanced to the empty bottles on the countertop. Next, I received a confused look. “What’s going on?”

  I sighed. My eyes moved to Jace, whose eyes were bloodshot, his body sweaty. He wasn’t even wearing a coat in the cold air. The way he was fidgeting with his fingers and blinking his eyes shut tight made me pissed.

  He was using.

  Randy noticed my dismay. “I found him walking down the streets in Edgewood. I couldn’t just leave him, ya know…”

  Jace moved over to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair, slamming his head down on the table.

  Randy frowned. He stepped closer to me. “He’s been going on and on about some Red person. Danny, you don’t think he’s dealing again, do you?” I didn’t reply. Which was a reply enough. “Shit.” Randy furrowed his brows.

  “Randy, give me a few minutes with my brother,” I said, anger gracing my tone. He nodded and headed out of the room.

  Jace’s head rose a little and he laughed. “Oh fuck. Not one of the big-brother ‘I’m disappointed in you, Jace’ speeches. Please spare me.” He chuckled again. “By the way, I saw your girlfriend at the party. She’s sexy, isn’t she?”

  My hands formed fists and I tapped them against the sink counter. “How many of my students did you sell to tonight? Or did you just take it all for yourself?”

  “Fuck you, Danny,” Jace muttered, lowering his head.

  Yeah. Fuck me. I moved over to him and reached for his backpack, which made him jerk up.

  “Let go!” he hissed, trying his best to keep me from the bag.

  I rolled my eyes, knowing that Jace couldn’t take me when he was fully healthy, so the idea that he thought he could while he was high was almost comical. I shoved him back down to the chair before he could blink.

  I unzipped the backpack to find bags with pills galore. “You’re so fucking stupid, Jace!” I screamed, moving over to the sink.
He’d been walking down the street, high out of his mind, with a backpack filled with drugs. Clearly he wasn’t in his right mind.

  “Don’t you fucking dare!” Jace yelled, hastily standing from his chair, knocking it over.

  My finger flicked on the garbage disposal and I poured one of the bags of pills into the sink.

  “You’re crazy, Danny! Do you know how much that was?!” he cried, moving toward me, grabbing his bag back. “Red is going to kill me! He is going to kill me, Danny! Because of you!”

  “No—you did this, Jace. You don’t get to put this on me!” I filled up a glass of water and tossed it in his face. “Wake up, Jace! Wake the hell up!”

  He spat at my feet. “Go to hell.”

  “Get out of here.”

  “It’s my parents’ house, too!” He stumbled but he didn’t fall. “I can stay if I want!”

  I grabbed his arm and yanked him to the back door, shoving him outside. “You can stay in the boat shed. But I swear to God…if you bring that shit into Mom and Dad’s house again, I will have you arrested.”

  His fingers were fidgeting against him and he shook his head back and forth. “I hope you had fun with your student. Because if I get caught, so do you two.”

  I slammed the door shut and a deep scream rose out of me as I kicked over the trash can. “Dammit!” I cursed, running my hands over my face. My eyes opened to see Ashlyn standing in the entrance to the kitchen. Her eyes were filled with worry and fear “Have you met my brother Jace on drugs?” I snickered sarcastically.

  She frowned. “I wish I hadn’t.” She rocked back and forth ever so slightly. “He blackmailed you, didn’t he? To stay away from me?”

  “He was going to destroy your reputation, Ashlyn…”

  She walked my way and ran her hand against my cheek. Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me long and deep. I wrapped one of my arms around her back.

  “Let’s go to bed,” she suggested.

  “Ashlyn,” I started to object. Her fingers landed against my lips.

  “No. Not now. We are not going to try to figure things out right now. I’m not going to cry, and you’re not going to overthink everything. I’m not going to worry about Ryan and you’re not going to stress yourself out about Jace. We are going to bed. I am going to put on one of your CDs. You are going to turn off the lights. We will take off each other’s clothing. We will climb under the sheets. And you will make love to every inch of my body, mind, and spirit until the sun rises in a few hours. In the daylight, we’ll figure things out. In the darkness, we’ll just hold on to one another.”

  She didn’t know how much I loved her. Words couldn’t express it. So I promised myself that I would use body language to showcase my love to her. I would love her in all fashions, in all styles, in all ways. I would love her on the bed, against the wall, upon the dresser. I would love her slowly, deeply, aggressively. I would love her with laughter, sadness, and joy until sunshine danced against our windowsills.

  She moved over to my CD collection, picking out music and placing it into the player. When her finger swept across the play button, I smirked when I heard my band’s music softly playing from the speakers.

  “Couldn’t find anything good?” I chuckled.

  Her body moved in a hypnotic dance, and I watched as she moved to the beat, moved to the sounds. It wasn’t long before it appeared that the music was a part of Ashlyn. She balled up the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up, showing me her perfect skin.

  I went to turn off the lights and she shook her head. “Lights on.”

  Lights on.

  “Shakes game play?” she questioned.

  I laughed, my head falling to the ground. “Really? Right now?”

  She grinned wide, nodding her head.

  I frowned. “Because really I just want to rip off your clothes and make love to you over and over again.”

  She smirked at my comment. I could see her considering the idea by the way her eyes sparkled. Her tongue wiped across her bottom lip and she shook her head. “Shakes game play.”

  Shakes game play was a game Ashlyn had come up with on her own. It only had a few rules. Rule number one: One person quotes something from a William Shakespeare play. Rule number two: The other person must guess what play it was from. If player two guessed right, player one removed an article of clothing. If they didn’t, the clothes stayed on until the next round.

  We faced one another, her body still swaying back and forth, a beautiful grin on her full lips. She seductively heightened her shirt, pulling it past her belly button.

  “'Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once.’”

  I grinned, rubbing my hand under my chin. “Julius Caesar.”

  Her shirt heightened, moving across her beautiful breasts and over her head. The shirt landed between us on the floor. Her eyebrow arched in my direction as she stood in her pink bra.

  For a moment, I stared at her stunning curves. Ashlyn Jennings was a Goddess. And I was just a man, completely overtaken by my beautiful Goddess. There was no doubt in my mind—my only job in this lifetime was to love her.

  “Daniel,” she giggled, blushing at my eyes on her.

  “'If music be the food of love, play on.’”

  She ran her hands up and down her sides in thought. I felt my jeans twitch from watching her touch her fingers across her body.

  “Twelfth Night,” she said matter-of-factly.

  My shirt came off next. I tossed it into the pile. I listened to her moan lightly, staring at me. Her eyes were thirsty, and I promised myself I would fulfill her desire. She bit her bottom lip, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap her body against mine, but I was patient.

  “‘Speak low if you speak of love,’” she quoted from Much Ado About Nothing.

  When I told her the answer, she nodded twice. Her fingers slipped into the sides of her shorts and she wiggled her hips, sliding them down to the ground. She used her toes to kick them to our ever-growing pile of clothing.

  “‘My bounty is as boundless as the sea. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have. For both are infinite.’” I said the quote and meant it more than she could ever know. Her eyes watered over and she placed her hands over her heart. “Don’t cry,” I smiled.

  She laughed, shrugging as a tear fell down her cheek. “I cry a lot. Just learn to accept that fact about me.” I accept. Her lips parted again and she released an exhale. “Romeo and Juliet.”

  I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and she held a finger up, stopping me. I narrowed my eyes. Her feet tiptoed toward me and her hands moved to my jeans. She slid them down my legs, bending lower and lower with every inch that the jeans fell. Her lips lay against the edge of my boxers and she gave me small kisses.

  I felt her hot breaths exhaling against my skin. My body reacted to her small contact. It responded even more when her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she lowered my boxers slightly. Her tongue danced around my hips, running up and down, making my desire for her expand. Only for her.

  “I do that to you?” she whispered against me, her hand gliding over the fabric of my boxers, her fingers gently touching. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. You do that to me. She studied my body, sliding her hand inside my boxers.

  “Ash…” I muttered, loving how she knew me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her up to me. I stared down into her green eyes and moved my lips to hers. My tongue slipped inside of her mouth and her tongue danced with mine.

  Taking my hands around her waist, I moved her to the wall. She moaned as I pressed my body to hers. Her panties slightly touched my boxers and she cried out when I pushed my hips against her. Her hips moved back and forth against me, forcing me to groan into her mouth.

  “Do you love me?” she exhaled heavily.

  “Yes,” I sighed against her neck, my teeth gliding against her skin.

  “Show me.” Her hands slid her panties down. Then she removed my
boxers, allowing me to step out of them. “Show me how you love me.”

  I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall to the ground. My hand wrapped under her right thigh, lifting her leg from the ground. I placed her leg against my waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hardness pressed against her, and I listened to her cry out in pleasure.

  “I love you slowly,” I said, clasping my hands under her thighs. I thrust into her tightness, loving the way she invited me in. Her mouth gaped open and I paused, allowing her to become comfortable with me inside. “I love you deeply.” I lifted her other leg up around my waist, supporting her completely. My mouth moved to her earlobe, and I whispered as I sucked it slowly, “I love you quietly.” My hips rolled against her, my breaths heavy, hungry. “I love you powerfully.” Her head fell against the wall, her breaths mere pants. “I love you unconditionally.”

  My lips roamed to her breasts, kissing them, licking them, sucking them. My teeth glazed against her left nipple and then my tongue flicked it over and over again before I sucked it, loving the way she moaned my name. She increased her movements as I pounded into her.

  “I love you gently and hard, slow and fast. Before time and after.” My hand moved to the back of her head and I traveled her to the bed, laying her down with me still inside. “I love you because I was born to do so.” Our hips moved in harmony, our bodies becoming one. Her love was breathing life into my entire being.

  Before her, I never knew life. After her, I’d never know death.

  Our bodies reached true bliss that night over and over again. We made love with our toes curling against the mattress, our hearts pounding against our chests.

  Nothing else mattered in the world. All the problems were silenced within the bedroom that one, cold December night. We blocked out all loud noise, all hurts.

  I continued loving Ms. Jennings until our eyes faded to rest.

  And then I loved her in my dreams.

  I’ll write to you when you’re lonely,