I'M BACK!
I'm sooooooo sorry you guys!
I lost the magic for a while, but I'm back now! I even pushed myself so that this chapter has 2,000 words in it! Aren't you proud! Well I am! Anywho back to the story.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Danny Phantom
Throughout the whole clinic procedure I was hoping for three things. One: For the nurse not saying that I had to go to the hospital; Two: For the nurse not to see any of my other injuries; and three: For Danny to be gone when I got out. And guess what? ALL OF MY HOPES WERE GRANTED!
Not.
Well, all of them but the last. The questions were asked and I answered and none were questioned, but Danny still didn't believe that I had fallen down the stupid stairs. The guy just wouldn't let it go. I mean seriously, what else would take it? The nurse even gave me a freakin' pass from P.E.!
"Sammy. How did you really get the broken ankle?" his voice had no tone to it what-so-ever. Almost like a robot. I was on his back again and was bobbing up and down with every step he took.
"Don't call me Sammy," you got to give me points for still trying to avoid the question, right?
"Sam," now his voice sounded threating. I almost forgot that his voice could actually sound menacing.
I sighed, "Danny, I already told you-"
"You fell down the stairs." He finished me off with the robot voice, which was a very un-Danny voice, just so you know.
"Exactly!"
"Right. Now that was a fake excuse. What the real one?" He turned head to look at, but I looked away.
No way was I going to tell this boy what was going on. He left me, betrayed me. And now he thought that he could just come back into my life with no more than a simple "Hello"? Well, that's not how the world works. I knew somewhere in my heart I did want to forgive him though, but that little glitter of my old self was buried by new self. It was lost among a secretive, lonely girl who was trying to forget that she ever had a family, let alone a dad.
"You know the reason."
"Samantha Elizabeth Manson! You tell me what happened right now!" his voice was sonorous and frightening. I actually flinched. Me! Flinching!
"Why do you care! What does it matter to you!" Tell you the truth right there? I was trying not to cry. I really wanted to tell someone, I wanted to be saved. But I couldn't. I was afraid, afraid that no one could save me.
"Because I care Sam. You're my friend," his voice was so soft and sweet now. It was like he actually cared. But I threw that thought out of my mind.
"You're not my friend."
After that we didn't talk. It got a little awkward, but my house soon came into view. Thank the lord! But instead of setting my down he started walking up the stairs.
"What're you doing?"
"Walking you to your room. Wouldn't want you to fall down those darn stairs again, now would we?" he turned his head around to look at me. And guess what the next thing he did was. Smirked! The guy actually smirked at me! The jerk.
As we headed up-stairs I started to get nervous. Nervous he would notice the absents of things like a family portrait on the wall that my mother always had hanging, or that many of the antiques my grandmother had were gone. If did notice this, he didn't say anything; but his head was intent on one door of the house, my father's.
The door was smeared with a sick red color, my blood. That happened a while ago. I was in my pajamas and he threw a vase at me. It shattered only my leg, I tried to run from him but he caught my leg, which turned his hands a bloody red. I screamed. He yelled. I kicked him and ran to my room and locked my door. Dad then went to his own door and slammed his hands onto it and fell to the floor crying, dragging his hands all the way down; trail of a sticky river following.
Danny stopped and stared at the door. He turned his head to look at me "What's that?"
"What's what?" I tried to keep my voice from shacking, but my body was about to explode like a violent earthquake, shacking and shuttering.
"Cut the crap. That stuff on your parent's door," he twitched his head in the direction of the door.
"Parent's." Yeah right. "Oh, that. Well, um, my mom wanted to paint the room a different color and dad actually didn't want to pay someone else to do it; so for a change he painted the room," I swallowed some saliva, I hope he believes this. "He spilled some paint and fell into it. When tried to get up he fell into the door and slipped down I guess. I wasn't home when it happened." As I had talked I had kept my voice calm but my body was having little trimmers from staring at the devil's door that had my blood on it for so long.
Danny didn't say anything. I turned my head to look at him and was shocked at what I saw. Danny had the expression of sympathy, hurt, and disbelief on his face.
"What?" his faced really freaked me out.
"When'd you become such a liar Sammy?" he shook his head. Back and forth. Some of his hair tickled my nose.
"That's not my name."
"Yeah, Yeah." He started walking down my hallway towards my door.
"What do you mean by me being a liar?" I'm still trying to sell this story, okay?
"You've been lying all day. You've got a fractured ankle, a bruised face, and there's blood on your father's door."
"Wait. What? Blood? You seriously think that's blood? What are you watching these days? And I busted my ankle going down those freakin' stairs. And the bruise on my face? Never even saw it." Is it just me or has Danny out grown his nickname Clueless?
"Whatever Sam." He continued to walk towards my bedroom door.
Well, ain't life swell? People start to give up after you annoy them for a little bit. . . I wonder if that's why Mom and Grandma left? Was I an annoying little goth brat? Could they not stand me? Then what did Dad think about me before those two left? Was I his little girl like he said?
". . . am? Sam!" Danny's voice was killer. Right up in my ear.
"What!" This guy did not know the meaning of personal space.
"I've been calling you for a while now Sammy." I looked up at him and glared. I noticed that we were in my room now. Me sitting on my bed, Danny standing in front of me, and a first-aid kit down by our feet, opened and with a blood stained cloth on top. Crap! I quietly kicked it under the bed.
How many times has he called 'Sammy" today? Like six at least. "Danny, I think you don't seem to get it. My name is not Sammy, it is Sam." He gave a very small smirk, but he made sure that I could see it.
"Would you rather I call you Sammy-kins?" He just had to use the nick-name my mother gave me. Didn't he?
I turned my head down to the floor, shielding my face with a black veil of hair, "Don't."
"Don't like that, do you Sammy-kins?" his voice was a mockery of my horrible weeks that I had noticed that I actually missed my mother. Dripping in a golden sauce of victory. He must feel proud, he thinks he's found my weak spot and is gloating about it. But does he know how much it hurts?
"Stop," my voice of a mere whisper.
"What? Sammy-kins don't like her name?" His eyes are sparkling. I don't need to look at him to know this.
"Please, stop." My voice is shacking and I'm on the verge of tears. This is not good.
"Tell me what's going on and I'll stop." I'm pretty sure he's enjoying himself. "Sammy-kins," he breathed out.
At that moment silent tears were falling down my face. A dam had broken and now there was a massive waterfall that was lose. I shook my head slowly. Back and forth. I barely cried from pain anymore. And I was pretty sure that my emotions were locked away somewhere deep within. But this boy had made me cried; and I didn't like it.
Danny angled his head, he was trying to see my face. "Come on Sammy. People don't get hurt like that falling down the stairs." He tone had lost the gloating ghost, he was now a begging merchant; trying to get a deal off of me.
I shook my head 'no'. He had gone back to his nickname for me, and I was grateful for that.
"Come on, Sammy. I'm here. I'm here for you." He was such a beggar. But that last sentence sent me other the top; but not in the way you think. I was pissed.
He's here for me? Where was he last year when this all start happening? Huh? Where was he when I was being abused? Huh? Where was he when I almost bleed to death? Huh? Where was he. . . where was he when I needed him the most?
"So you're here for me are you Danny?" My voice was still shacking, but from anger instead of fear. I was also trembling, trying to keep the fiery emotion in check.
"Yes! Yes, Sammy. I'm here for you! You understand that!" he sounded so relieved. He actually thought I understood. Well, I don't.
"Of course I understand. Dear, sweet, ole Danny-boy. But what I don't understand is; where were you last year? Off playing with some floosy slut!" I raise my head and my voice. Voice was no longer shacking but I'm pretty sure that face looked terrible. A sneer, tear streaked face, and eyebrows furrowed. What a looker.
Danny had a neon sign saying 'surprised' plastered on his face, "Sammy, I-"
"Don't you 'Sammy' me! You have no clue what's been going on and now you just want to come back into my life? Like we're good, old chums? Well, news flash, it's not gonna happen!" Man, I miss yelling. Let's the emotional dam I've had be freed. Freed from that dark place in my heart we it has been buried. You know, I could probably float after lifting off that weight.
"Sammy, if you tell me then I'll know. And I never left your life I've been watching you, especially since you've started changing," he says changing as if I've turned into some sort of monster.
"If you hadn't had left, you would have known." I flopped back onto my bed and groaned. And not that short Oh God groan, but a long, loud one that says Why is this happening to me groan.
Danny sat down on the bed, "But I'm here now Sammy. I can know now." This guy was completely hopeless.
"Yes. You're here until you leave again." I was really sore and was about to drift off into a blissful sleep, but I still ole Danny-boy to take care of.
"Sam. I'm not gonna leave." His voice changed, once again, into a serious, deep, sexy – you did not hear that – nature.
I gulped, "So you do know my name, huh?"
"Don't change the subject."
"Danny, listen. If you wanna know, you're going to have to earn my trust back. So I suggest you start trying to me my friend for more than a day." My eyelids are closed but I sneak a peek at Danny. His face is a mixture of seriousness, sexiness – again, you did not hear that – and. . . longing perhaps?
"Fine. Friends," he sighed.
I smirked, glad with my momentary victory, "Fri-"
"SAM! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
Well what ya know. It's my 'parent', quotations and italicized intended. Guess Danny gets his wish. He's gonna feel so about what I'm going through. But the thing is, I don't know whether to feel glad about that or scared.
SOOOOOOOOO... WHAD YA THINK! I really want to know guys. If any of have suggestions please tell me! Also, even if i get one comment that helps me write, well type, another chapter. SOOOOOOO please, please, PLEASE comment.
~ Bobbi Phantom
