A/N: Another chapter! You know, today I was thinking, this whole thing started out as one little one-shot I wrote on a whim. A WHIM! And know I have two multi-chapter fics. Crazazy. Also, go to my profile and check out my poll. I don't own DP, that's Butch Hartman's job.
That's My Boy-Chapter 10
I glance at the clock. It's 4:50. Danny should be home any minute now.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The clock mocks me with its ticking.
Stupid clocks.
I hope he's not being held up by some ghosts.
If that's the case I may not see him for hours.
An hour later, he finally walks into the house.
More bruises.
So, we WAS held up by a ghost.
I sigh and abandon the invention I was working on.
"Danny, um, do you wanna, um talk?" I stutter my way through the sentence.
"Uhh…sure Dad." Danny replies suspiciously.
"Look, I understand that you're under a lot of pressure but, I want to know what's going on."
Danny explodes.
Metaphorically, of course.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU?"
I'm not sure what to say. Why is he mad all of the sudden?
"YEAH I'M UNDER A LOT OF PRESSURE! YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU KEEP ASKING ME!"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?"
I open my mouth to tell him to calm down, but he cuts me off.
"I'VE BEEN SHOT, CLONED, BEATEN, AND ALL SORTS OF OTHER THINGS!"
"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED ME TO SAY?"
"OR DID YOU WANT ME TO SAY THAT YOUR BEST FRIEND COMPLETELY SUCKS!"
"YEAH, VLAD? HE'S HURT ME MORE TIMES THAN YOU CAN COUNT."
"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW?"
"Danny, calm down." I sputter out. What has my baby boy been through?
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Dad. I'm just.."
He paused.
"I'm really stressed out. I guess I just needed to blow off some steam."
"That's all right, Danny, but tomorrow, we're going to have a talk."
He nods and turns to go upstairs to his room.
I'm so confused.
Clones? Vlad? My head is reeling from information overload.
What the hell is going on here?