AN: This is going to be about the first time Danny saved Mary from her father. I kinda nicked your idea mountaineer47, sorry.
A thing of the past
By Cat
Chapter one
The phone rang suddenly, awakening Danny from his sleep. He yawned and sat up after a moment. It had been a long night for the sixteen year old; he had stayed up late helping his father with some paperwork. With one hand he fumbled around for the phone.
"Hello?" He said as he put it to his ear. He yawned as he waited for the reply.
"Danny!" Mary's worried voice was barely audible from the other end of the line and it sounded as if she had been crying.
"Mary?" Danny was fully awake now; Mary was his best friend, her father a drunk. For god's sakes he hoped nothing had happened. "Is everything okay?" He asked worriedly.
"No," she sobbed. "It's my father; he-he's come home drunk. He-he... He hit my mother and she won't wake up and-and..."
"Mary, listen to me, where is he now?" Danny said as he pulled on the nearest cloths he could find.
"I-I don't know..." The scared voice of his best friend said.
"Okay, I want you to do something okay?" Danny said calmly and steadily to her. Danny walked out into the kitchen where he found his father. He signalled to his father that he was going out. Walking out of the house he entered the garage.
"Yeah, anything." Mary sobbed. "Please just help me Danny."
"Just get out of the house and wait by the bus stop near your house." He said as calmly and strongly as he could. "I'm going to come and get you okay? Just hang in there."
"Yeah," she said.
"Mary, don't try anything stupid okay?"
"Okay," was the scared reply from his childhood friend before he hung up the phone.
.::Mary's house::.
Mary hung up the phone and took a deep breath. She got up as quietly and calmly as she could for a teenager in her situation and opened the closet door slightly. It had been the first place she had seen when running from her father.
Her father had been nice once. When she was little. Then he had gotten a job and he had transferred over to another city. He had returned about a year ago. He had changed, he had started drinking and it had changed him. He was the nice and generous father Mary and her mother once had known.
Seeing no movement from outside the closet she opened the door wider and saw her father passed out on the couch. She gave a sigh of relief before she turned and gasped, seeing the lifeless body of her mother, surrounded by blood, in the kitchen.
Tears rolled down her cheeks before she wiped them away deciding it was safe for the moment, she ran up the stairs quietly. She entered her bedroom, sparing only a moment to look at the framed pictures of her family hanging on the wall. She kneeled down before her bed and grabbed her overnight bag, fully packed from underneath. She knew that she wasn't coming back, Danny wouldn't let her.
She ran back down the stairs after a moment. And paused for a moment to open the front door.
"Damn door." She whispered silently. The door jammed constantly but this wasn't specifically the perfect time.
She gasped and turned as she felt a cold hand on her bare shoulder. Tears began to roll down her cheeks yet again as she saw the face of her mother's murderer. Mary screamed in fear, hoping that Danny was close.
To be continued...
