Here's my prologue for my sequel of THERAPY FOR A YOUNG TEEN. You have to read that story first for this one to make sense.
Danny was cleaning his old room. He'd been working hard to make his room better.
"Hey Dan," smiled Dave by the door.
"Oh hi, didn't see ya there, how's your parents?" asked Danny.
"The best," smiled Dave.
"Could you load the bottles and don't show them to anyone, unless they're my parents or my sister, I don't want anyone else to know..." said Danny as Dave nodded.
"I won't show them to anyone, you also have to have a drug test," pointed out Dave.
"Yep, you have to be tested to see if you took take any drugs, luckily that never happened in our family," smiled Jazz as she left and the boys laughed.
"Unless you turned back the clock a couple of years," whispered Dave.
"I told you not to talk about what happened those years!" snapped Danny, "sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
"No, you told me," smiled Dave.
"But I still shouldn't have done that after all you've been through," smiled Danny as he left the room as Dave's smile changed to a frown.
Dave walked to the moving truck where all of Danny's stuff were and carried some boxes of bottles as he bumped into Jack.
"Oh, hi Mr. Fenton," smiled Dave.
"Hi Dave, what are those?" asked Jack.
"Oh, empty bottles Dan collects," answered Dave.
"Of wine?" cocked Jack.
"And beer, and whisky," said Dave, "he said he needs these in an empty shed."
"Why does Danny collect these?" asked Jack as Dave moped.
"You...have to ask him," answered Dave.
"Are you ok?" asked Jack.
"I'm fine, just bad memories is all," told Dave as he walked on his way.
"Hey Dave!" called Jack.
"Yeah!" cocked Dave.
"How'd you get that?" asked Jack pointing to a scar on Dave's arm as he bit his lip.
"Bad memories," answered Dave, "Danny and I don't like talking about it."
"Oh...ok," shrugged Jack as he wondered what happened to his son and Dave in the past.