Okay, this is not my actual first fan fiction but it is my first one on this site. I am a major World War Two person which is one of the reasons I chose to write this story. It is a Danny and Rafe's little sister fan fic.
Disclaimer: The only character I own is Tori/Victoria who is Rafe's little sister.
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Danny and his dad move into their new home in Tennessee. They left Kentucky because Danny's mother passed away from cancer a few months earlier. Danny's dad turned to alcohol and began drinking frequently just after his wife's death. Many nights, his dad would come home and beat him and Danny never struck back. Danny sat in his new room while his dad went out and got drunk.
One day, Danny went down to the lake that was five minutes from his new house in Tennessee. While he was down at the lake he met Rafe. They talked for hours about everything.
Danny looked down at his watch and noticed how late it was. His dad was going to flip out since he was so late.
"Rafe, I gotta go. My dad is going to kill me for coming home late."
"Oh, well, do you wanna come over to my house and hang out tomorrow?"
Danny smiled when he told Rafe that it sounded fun. He stood up and ran off towards his house.
Danny's dad was sitting in the kitchen waiting for Danny. When Danny entered the kitchen and saw his dad sitting at the table he stopped briefly before backing up towards the front door. Danny's dad angrily got up from his seat and moved towards Danny.
"Where have you been? You were supposed to be home an hour ago."
Danny's dad continued to move towards Danny as Danny continued to back away towards the door in hope to escape but his dad was awfully close to him now.