A/N: Hey readers! As a warning, this chapter is deliciously angsty. xD Danny's been REALLY OOC these past few chapters, hasn't he? Well hang on. He's about to get SOOOO much worse. Anyway, thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think of this chapter in the reviews. As always, enjoy!
*Now*
I push open the front door and walk inside, holding my coffee.
I'm really hoping that my parents don't hear me, but with my combat boots on, it's nearly impossible not to.
I kick the door closed.
"Danny?" My father calls.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself.
After setting my coffee on the ground beside me, I kick my shoes off and leave them by the front door.
"Danny, is that you?" My father calls again.
His voice sounds closer now. He's getting up to look for me.
I ignore his calls and pick my coffee up again.
I hear his footsteps. I take a long drink from my coffee and walk into the kitchen.
"Where have you been?" My father demands from the other entrance to the kitchen.
I shrug.
He stalks across the room toward me, stopping a few feet from me. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer."
"You don't deserve one." I snap.
"I'm so sick of your shit, Danny." He says.
"Fine. Then kick me out." I say.
"You know where the door is! If you want to leave, then leave!" He yells.
I throw my coffee cup on the ground and step closer to him, getting right in his face.
"Make me." I hiss.
His eyes dart back and forth, studying me. "You're going to stop what you're doing. You're going to stop it right now. Your actions are tearing this family apart."
"My actions?" I demand, feeling the anger rise in my chest.
How dare he say my actions are at fault for the turmoil in our home?
After everything he's done to me. After everything he's put me through?
The anger builds inside of my chest and with a last shred of sanity, I aim my fist at the drywall instead of his fist.
The wall will probably be permanetely marked with the shape of my fist.
"Screw you, dad." I say, turning my face back toward him. "And you're lucky that wasn't your face."
I start for the door.
"Where are you going?" He demands.
"The hell away from you." I growl, snatching my shoes up from beside the door.
"Would at least wait a minute? See your mother first. She was up all night for god's sake."
I flip him my finger as I stalk out the door.
*Then*
"I have to go inside." Sam said.
We were sitting in my car at the edge of her driveway, with all the lights turned off.
She had her back against the passenger door and her legs stretched out across my lap.
Her sandals had been abandoned when I offered her a foot massage.
"I know." I responded, gently massaging her left foot.
"They'll come out and my dad will chase you again." She said, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the window.
"I know." I replied.
Sam opened her eyes and sat up.
She gave me a knowing grin and tilted her head to one side. "You'll run away screaming again."
"Hey. That's not true, I was not screaming." I said.
She laughed. "Ok maybe not the screaming part. But the running away part? Totally true."
I gave her a glare but after a few minutes of looking at her, I grinned.
It's completely obvious. I can *not* stay mad at this girl. I love her too much.
She took my hand. "I really do have to go inside though."
"Five more minutes of kissing?" I begged.
"Danny, it's almost twelve thirty." She responded.
I bit the inside of my lip. "Ok…so two more minutes?"
She snickered. "No. How about, I go inside before you get us both in trouble? Aren't your parents expecting you back soon anyway?"
I shook my head. "No. I said don't wait up. They won't call until it hits one am."
"Huh." She looked down at her phone, then turned the screen toward me.
It read 'ten missed calls'.
I gave her a questioning look.
"Must be nice." She responded then gave another sigh.
She took her legs off my lap and leaned down to put her shoes back on. "I really have to go."
"Please don't." I whispered.
She looked up, worry on her face. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head. "I'm sorry. It's probably nothing."
She leaned back in her seat. "What's nothing?"
"I don't know. I just…I think something really bad is going to happen soon." I gave a small shudder. "I don't know. It just feels like…like things are about to get bad again."
Sam studied me. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm not sure exactly. Maybe a premonition? I'm not sure." I said.
She squinted her eyes. "Have you still been seeing your therapist?"
I nodded. "Yes. Every Friday after school."
"And your parents still don't know?"
I shook my head. "No. I figured it best if they didn't know I'm seeing a psychiatrist for possible mental issues."
She smiled a soft smile. "You do not have mental issues."
I shrugged. "Toe-mate-oh, toe-motto."
She shook her head, still smiling. "What did he say when you told him you were graduating?"
"He told me he was excited for me. He wanted to know if I still wanted to see him over the summer." I told her. "I told him I was up for it but I didn't know if I had plans over the summer."
She nodded. "Ok. That's good. I think you should keep seeing him. At least until the nightmares stop."
I nodded. "I will."
Sam's phone rang again.
She turned the screen over and sighed. "I have to go inside. Now."
"I love you." I told her.
She sighed again and looked at me. "I love you too."
Her eyes were sad. She didn't want to go inside but she didn't have a choice.
Her parents had become so controlling she didn't know how to get away from them. New York was her only escape out.
If I stayed in Amity Park, I'm pretty sure she would too. That's why I have to go with her. To make sure that she never lets them get inside her head again.
"Don't forget, Sam Manson. You're beautiful, intelligent, creative and funny. If they try to tell you otherwise, they're lying." I told her.
She smiled as tears brimmed in her eyes. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." I said.
She got out of my car and started up the driveway.
I waited until she was inside the house before I drove off.
Even though I desperately wanted to run back to her house and rescue her from her belittling and selfish parents.