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Day had fucked up big time. This was all his fault, all because he couldn__ keep his nosy ass out of other peoples private business. Day rushed to God__ side.____l help you ba__ Day didn__ know how, but God had found enough strength after that beating to push him so hard that he flew into the dresser, knocking it and all of the items that were on top of it to the floor, including the television. Day rolled a few feet, the dresser just missing falling on top of him.__ash, what the fuck!_ Day cursed.He rolled to his side and winced at the sharp pain in his ribs from coming into contact with the dresser.__ was trying to help you get into bed.___et the fuck out, Leo._ God__ face was an unyielding mask. For the first time in four long years, Day couldn__ read what the hell was going through God__ mind.Day stood slowly. __od, I only called him because I needed to go____t doesn__ matter why you did it! You had no right! You have no clue what you just did!_ God yelled. __ow get out!___ashel, please. Just hear me out,_ Day pleaded. His eyes begged for God to see the sincerity in them. He really didn__ mean for any of this to happen. __aby, I swear. I didn__ know any of this was happening between you and your family. You should__e told me. Why was he calling you a murderer?__o matter what, Day couldn__ turn off his detective side.Day watched God squeeze his eyes shut. He went down on one knee and clutched his chest when the hard coughing started again. God__ eyes were full of water and pain. Day timidly eased over to God__ side but God cut his eyes at him, daring him to come any closer.Day had to fight the moisture in his own eyes. __ just want to help you into bed.___ay, if you don__ get the fuck out of my house, I__ going to show you why he called me a murderer,_ God said through clenched teeth.Day couldn__ stop the gasp that escaped his lips, or the pain that radiated through his chest, as if his rib cage had been torn open and his heart ripped out and thrown underneath the bed. Day kept his eyes on God as he knelt to pick up the dresser, then the television. God watched him as well. Day didn__ say anything as the rogue tear fell down his face without his permission. Day went around to the opposite side of the bed and pulled a pen and piece of scrap paper from the drawer, still watching God carefully. He really didn__ like the look on his best friend__ face. He__ seen the look before, but he__ never had it leveled on him. Day scribbled a couple of phone numbers on the paper.

I__ ask you to be careful tomorrow, if I thought you__ listen to me,_ I said to him.He looked sympathetic but annoyed. __um, I__ not a baby anymore._ Then sensing that I was on the verge of crying, he hugged me gently to his chest. I couldn__ remember the last time he__ hugged me this way. With my face pressed next to his heart I whispered softly, __ou__l always be my baby._ The hug grew firmer and the teardrops began to fall freely.

There was no time for kissing but she wanted him to know that in the future there would be. A kiss in so much loneliness was like a hand pulling you up out of the water, scooping you up from a place of drowning and into the reckless abundance of air. A kiss, another kiss.