ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ:
His body had gone numb as he awaited for her explanation. Though, she didn’t need to say anything - the way she looked at him told him everything he needed to know. The fact that she couldn’t even look him in his eyes was all the answer he needed. Anything after that - well, they were excuses.
“It was before we became friends. It was why I first started talking to you…”
Perhaps he was wrong - because that sole statement, it hurt more than anything else he had heard today. Any sanity that had remained after his confrontation with Delilah had stripped away within an instant. The man could feel his eyes burning - but he wouldn’t let her see him cry. No, she didn’t have that clearance anymore. As far as Daniel Parker knew, Jezebel Sloane was a nobody to him. Or should he say - Jezebel Parker.
Daniel stood still for a second, the birth certificate quivering in his hands ever-so-slightly. At this point, Daniel didn’t give two sh*ts who heard him. He was past caring. Taking the birth certificate in his hand - Daniel crumbled it up in a symbolic manner and threw it in the trash can next to them.
“As far as I’m concerned, Jezebel. I don’t know you anymore. We’re not friends anymore, and we sure as hell aren’t siblings…” he started, shaking his head - saying so in an eerily emotionless tone. “I suggest you find your own ride home from now on… I’d say have a good winter break - but I really don’t give a damn anymore,” Daniel stated, walking away the moment he uttered the last word - there was no turning back now.