Chapter Twelve:

Chapter Twelve:

Danny stared out of the window in disbelief for about twenty minutes before wandering downstairs and picking up his phone, he needed Tom, he needed his best friend. He sobbed silently whilst waiting for an answer and only stopped to brush away the tears when a chirpy voice sounded on the other line.

"Fletcher residence, can I help you?"

st, it was Tink. He hurriedly tried to compose himself, not wanting her to know he'd been crying. His heavy breathing must have freaked her out though because seconds later her voice sounded again, but this time it was tinted with nerves.

"Who is it?"

Danny couldn't hold back the sobs anymore; the sound of a female voice reminded him of Ellan and in turn reminded him of how he was probably never going to see her again.

"Tink, its Danny, is T...Tom there?"

A sigh echoed down the line in obvious relief and then a brief pause before her senses kicked in and she realised he was upset.

"Danny, what's wrong?"

His whole body shook with grief, hearing the sincerity in her voice reduced him to further tears. He didn't deserve empathy, he didn't deserve friendship. Tink became increasingly worried and in her haste made a rash decision, a decision she would live to regret.

"I'll be right there…"

Danny didn't bother to return the phone to its holder; instead he let himself slide down the wall, clutching his aching sides. He didn't move until the sound of the door opening rattled his senses, he forced his head up, ignoring the throbbing sensation he received from the sudden motion. Before he could even get to his feet Tink was at his side, warmly embracing him. They stayed that way for a while, neither of them daring to move; Danny fearing reality and Tink not wanting to be the one that broke it to him, that this was in fact real.

The room was becoming increasingly darker; despite the curtains being open it was obvious that dusk was setting in. Danny sighed knowing Tink would have to leave soon and once again loneliness would take over. Danny wasn't used to being alone, even when he was single he had a different girl in his bed each night. The lands used to call him a man whore, but he brushed the insults off, telling them he just liked the company. He never did realise how bad it must have looked to anybody else, all he cared about was that he wasn't on his own and at the time he wasn't so none of it mattered. Now it appeared his past was returning and it was proving to be an unpleasant reminder of what he'd done wrong.

Tink shifted slightly, she was starting to get numb from sitting on the floor for so long. Danny moved to the side, he too baring the pain of sitting in the same position for so long. He wiped his sticky cheeks with the edge of his shirt and then let his head rest against the wall, looking up at the cream ceiling; it hadn't been painted for a while and it was yellowing with age and ware. Tink watched him intently and when he lowered his gaze the pair of them found themselves in very close proximity. Before he new it Danny had crashed his lips onto Tinks and was furiously kissing her. For a second Ellan was forgotten, for a second the heartbreak was forgotten as his lips mashed with hers, his head swimming in nothing other than passion and when they broke apart it all came searing back with painful realisation.

"I...I...I think I should leave..."

Danny didn't bother to look up as Tink rushed around trying to find her car keys. He knew very well where they were; in his jeans pocket. She groaned in frustration before falling back onto the floor next to Danny and that was when he made his move. He wanted to forget it all again, she was his escape, she was his way out. He pushed himself onto his knees so he was directly facing her and their noses only a few inches apart; he let his hand cup her chin gently before letting his lips meet with hers again. This time it was slow, gentle; a complete contrast to the frenzy of the previous one. It wasn't long before Tink let a small moan leave her lips and then they both knew there was no turning back.

He helped her to her feet, their lips never losing contact. He held her close; not daring to let her go in fear that she would try and put a stop to it all. He need not have worried, because seconds later Tink was tugging at the bottom of his shirt in a desperate attempt to free him of it, all rational thoughts were long lost as the pair of them became trapped amongst the passion Danny had so selfishly created. He carried Tink over to the bed, dropping her gently; her body bounced slightly and she looked lost for a second as he towered over her, her eyes crying things that her lips couldn't manage to say. It didn't last long because Danny continued on his mission, planting small butterfly kisses along her collarbone and she was soon reminded of how much she needed him.

Soon they were both completely rid of all forms of clothing and blushing furiously as two sets of eyes gazed over unfamiliar territory, hands brushing feverously against each others clammy skin, neither of them bothering to think that this was forbidden. That's what gave them the buzz, motivated them to carry on; made it all the more appealing.

It wasn't until after it was done and the passion had disappeared that realisation dawned upon them and that was when the true fear started to kick in. That was when they both rushed around to retrieve items of clothing that had been vastly discarded around the room, neither of them wanting to admit that they'd done wrong because it would only have been voicing what was already blatantly obvious.

That was mistake number two.