ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ:
“Will you pull yourself together, Daniel?”
Pull himself together? PULL HIMSELF TOGETHER? HOW THE ACTUAL HECK WAS HE SUPPOSED TO PULL HIMSELF TOGETHER WHEN HE KNEW THAT DELILAH WAS QUITE POSSIBLY PREGNANT. Breath, Daniel, Breathe. He thought to himself - narrowing his eyes at the girl as she said that. “How are you so damn calm, Delilah?” Daniel questioned through gritted teeth. Did she not understand what this meant. She was pregnant. 9 months and pop - there was a child in the world that neither Daniel nor Delilah had the capabilities to take care of. Just look at the two of them. F*ck.
“Oh, my God, no.
If there was even a lapse of hope within Daniel, that all disappeared with the simple word that was: “…- Positive.” Okay… was this what a seizure felt like? Because Daniel Parker couldn’t breathe. He physically felt his lungs constricting - not allowing his body to receive any oxygen what so ever. “I can’t… I can’t do this right now,” Daniel stated lowly - sending one final look in her direction before walking away, leaving the girl standing there as his mind clouded with thoughts.