Danny Phantom

A hidden evil

Now Danny is 15 and a half and his life is like brimstone – nothing is going right for him. His mother died a year ago and his father found out his secret, and blames everything on him… which means he takes everything out on him, too.

This is an idea formed somewhat by OUTLAWED and another member of this fanfiction fan sight, whose name I can't remember and will write as soon as I find it out. I thank them for there ideas.

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

By the way, I won't be able to update more then once a week. Sorry.

Warning: Child abuse; eventual character death – although not Danny.

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AGE 15&½

Danny yelped as his father rammed his boot into his side. "You little brat, you caused your mother to die… your ghostly powers did it… ghosts are evil… all ghosts are evil…"

"Dad, I… I…" he paused.

"Shut up!" Jack yelled. Maddie, Jack's wife, had passed away three weeks ago – the same day Jack found out about Danny's ghost powers. He blamed everything on Danny.

To make matters worse, within the same week, the court had decided Jack couldn't serve as a parent for two kids, so they sent Jazz to live away with a distant relative.

Which meant Jack was free to abuse Danny any way he pleased, and had been for the past two weeks. Danny had also broken his arm but Jack had warned him not tot ell anyone, not even his closest friends.

Jack kicked Danny one more time and then started to leave the room. "Do your homework," he growled.

Danny sighed. Another thing about Jack's latest abuse spree: he also demanded perfect grades. His teachers were all impressed with Danny's A+ grade average. Danny wasn't, as he often stayed after school cramming in a few extra hours of study time.

Danny bit his lip. He'd attempted to do some math homework during homeroom and had gotten caught. He couldn't wait – well, really he could – until Jack found out.

Great. Time to do some homework, he thought. He looked out the window as Tucker and Sam rang the doorbell.

Oh ships… he thought as Jack answered the door.

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"What do you want?" Jack growled in the face of the two teens.

Tucker gulped. "Uh, we were wondering if Danny could like, come out and play."

"He's doing his homework. He doesn't need play time. He needs to think of school," Jack said as he slammed the door in their faces.

Sam raised her eyes as the two walked away. "Tucker, I have to ask you a question."

"O….K?" Tucker asked.

"Do you think Danny's been acting a little… well… strange lately? Just the past three weeks, since his mom died."

"Yeah, I noticed that to, but I just assumed it was because of his mom's death."

"True. But I GOOGLED his feelings and the way he's been acting and found out a lot of them usually led to child abuse."

"That's a load of hogwash," Tucker said. "Jack would never abuse Danny."

"I know, but what if Jack found out that Danny had ghost powers and blamed him for his wife's death?"

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Then you might have a valid point. I'll try and talk to him gently on the way to school tomorrow."

Sam nodded. "I'll take the bus for you guys."

"Thanks."

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I hate this! Danny thought, starting on his homework, watching Tucker and Sam walk off. They're probably mad at me and hate me by now. I wish dad had never found out I had ghost powers!

I really miss Mom. I never knew Dad hated me so much until after she died. I don't blame her but it would have helped that the police didn't rule it suicide. Apparently, that makes it ultimately my fault. I guess things could be worse, but I don't really see how.

I miss Jazz too. She would be able to stop a lot of this – just from simply being here. Darn Dad soundproofed my bedroom last week and stripped it down… selling everything; my blankets, all but one; he sold everything except my books, desk, bed and chair!

I wish things could be different. I really do, I wish Mom had never died, Jazz had never been sent away, and I wish my dad would stop using me for a punching bag.

My mind says things could be worse, but I'm not sure how.

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The next morning

"Dude, are you ok?" Tucker asked, snapping Danny out of his daze. "You just seem a little different lately."

Danny looked at him. Had he figured it out? His dad would never let him live it down if that happened. "Huh?" he asked.

"Are you ok? You seem a little distant ever since your mom died. You can't just bury yourself in your school, ya'know."

"It's none of your business Tucker!" Danny said, running ahead. "Just leave me the alone!"

"Ok," Tucker said, "that was officially weird."

Unbeknowingist to him, Sam was watching from a distance. She hadn't taken the school bus as she said she would. She frowned. Danny had most of the symptoms of child abuse, but Jack would never hurt anyone… or would he?

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