Chapter 10

I woke up to the sun shining in on my face. It was warm and welcoming and I stretched, yawning.

I looked down, seeing Stephanie laying on my chest, tangled up in the sheets.

I ran my hand through my hair, starting to feel guilty about what I did. But...I was a guy...I had needs, right?

I kissed Stephanie on the head, moving her from my chest slowly so I wouldn't wake her.

I stood up, searching for my clothes on the floor and hearing her rustling in the sheets.

I finally found my clothes, pulling them on and lightly walking out the door, being sure not to wake Stephanie.

I wandered down the street, my hands in my pockets.

The California sun shone down on me, brightening my mood and warming me up considering it had been slightly cold these last few days.

I passed the coffee shop, a million memories flooding my head.

Memories of Darcy, Memories of Kendall, Carlos and Logan abandoning me, Memories of hurt...

Memories of suffering.

My drunken nights flooded my memory as I passed the many dirty alleyways, remembering all the nights I had called them home.

I was so lucky to have Darcy and this is what I do to her in return.

I started thinking to myself, feeling more guilty than ever.

Danny came back to my memory, and how much he loved me.

James, he called you his best friend, for crying out loud, and what did you do in return?

Oh, Thats right, you left.

I loved Darcy, I knew I did. Life had just been thrown so far into a spiral that it was hard to grasp the feeling of love anymore.

I knew it was there, I just didn't know how to trust it.

But now I realized that I needed to or I would be back in the depths of hell that I used to call my life.

I began sprinting down the street, pushing past people on the sidewalk. I needed to hold Darcy, to tell her how sorry I was.

I truly was sorry. I had never been so sorry about something in my entire life.

But a part of me, an evil part, said that I wanted to go back to Stephanie. To get what I wanted.

I tried to push that part of me into the shadows, ignore it.

I finally made it to the apartment and I began to panic, seeing that the door had been kicked in.

I started breathing heavily.

"DANNY?! DARCY?!" I called.

No answer.

"DARCY?!" I called again, hearing a soft crying sound coming from the kitchen.

I ran to the doorway, seeing her sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinets, her head in her hands.

"Darcy?" I questioned, running to her side.

"Get away from me!" She said, angrily. Shoving my shoulder away.

She looked up at me and I noticed the bruise on her eye.

"Darcy! What the hell happened?!" I asked, trying to help her.

"Why the hell do you care?! You left me and I needed you! I feel like just kicking you back out into the street." She responded and I felt a pain inside of me.

Her words stung, tearing me apart bit by bit.

"Darcy, I'm sorry. I screwed up. It won't happen again, just...please tell me what happened." I explained as she started crying harder.

She jumped up, nuzzling into me and let her tears fall.

"James, he took Danny."

I felt my heart sink, "Who took Danny?"

"Ke-I mean, his dad..." Darcy started to trail off.

"...I'm gonna kill him. Where does his dad live? I'm going to get Danny. This ass isn't going to get away with hurting you." I stated, grabbing my car keys and starting to head out the door.

"James, no!" Darcy said, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me back.

"Darcy, what's the big deal that I not know who his dad is?! I deserve to know! I'm his dad now!" I demanded an answer, getting angry.

"Because, James! You'll be angry!"

"No I won't! Just tell me so I can go kill this jerk!" I said, facing Darcy.

"James, it doesn't matter! It was all an accident!" She pleaded, trying to calm me down.

"JUST TELL ME!" I demanded, grabbing her shoulders.

"Fine, James! It's Kendall!" Darcy said, crying as I slowly let go of her shoulders in disbelief.

"What, Darcy?..."