don't let go
Chapter 4: Hold me tight and don't let go (don't let go)
Daphne vaguely knew that she needed to talk to someone, except her parents were away, Velma and Shaggy were at the movies, Sadie and Ann-Marie were at a sleepover with some of their friends from out of town....and suddenly it clicked.
"Fred."
She ran in the direction of his house, finally finding it. She knocked on the door.
Fred's mother answered the door. "Oh, Daphne-are you alright?"
"No...no I'm not....I need to talk to Fred..." She whispered as Fred's mother put her arms around the young girl.
"What's the problem, sweetie?"
"I can't tell you...no offence, but I don't know you..." She cried onto her shoulder.
Fred appeared. "Who was it at the door-Daph! What's wrong? Who did this?"
Daphne flew into Fred's arms. Fred...she could trust him...he would keep her safe. She looked up at him. "I need to tell you what happened tonight...Is there somewhere we can talk alone?"
"There's my room..."
"I honestly don't think a boy's room will help." Fred's mother said quickly. "Use the lounge."
"Urm, OK." Fred guided Daphne through to the lounge. "Sit down, and tell me everything."
She clung onto him. "Don't let go, Fred. Protect me."
They sat on the sofa, and Daphne leant her head on Fred's shoulder, sniffing and crying. "It's OK, Daph...it's OK."
Daphne finally looked up. "First we went to this club, and it was fine, it was fun, I enjoyed it. It was over 18s. They offered me alchahol, but I swear, I didn't touch a drop."
"Good...that's good. What next, Daph?"
"He said...we should...go back to his...I asked him why...and he kissed me....Freddie, I swear, I thought he meant he was only going to kiss. So we went in the car, and we drove someone, and he kissed me...passionately....we moved to...to...the back seat....and we kissed some more....and his...his hand...."
"What did he do, Daph?" Fred's voice was as cold as ice.
"His hand...went up...my skirt...I told him no, and he stopped....but then...his hand...went for my....chest....I stopped him....but he asked if I wanted to be more than friends...I wasn't sure....and he kissed me again....and he went to my skirt again...so I left the car..and...he called me....a slut...and a bitch....and, oh, Freddie, he was horrible!"
Fred held her tightly as she cried, silently vowing to kill that bastard Devon. He stroked her hair as she cried herself to sleep in his arms.
His mother came in. "I heard it all. I know I'm not meant to, but I suspected you wouldn't mind."
"I don't. Mom, how could anyone do that? To Daph? He was...I can't believe it! I liked the guy! Of course, now I hate him. Bloody hell, I hate him."
Fred's mother said nothing. "We'll have to tell her parents." She said finally.
"I think she should tell them." Fred looked up. "Urm, what do I do? She's kinda....sleeping on me."
"Don't move. Let her sleep. You'll fall asleep soon, too. And I will be taking a picture because you'll look adorable, despite the circumstances. Hang on, let me get a blanket."
Daphne moved slightly, snuggling deeper into Fred's chest. He tightened his grip on her. His mother smiled and returned with blankets. Placing the blankets around them, she went for a camera, then re-entered silently. She waited until Fred kissed Daphne on the head (unaware of his mother's prescence) and took a picture at the moment.
Hearing the click, Fred saw his mother. "I want a copy of that, and one for Daphne."
"You'll get one, Fred."
Fred's eyelids were getting heavier. His mother turned off the light as she left, and slowly, he slept.
Daphne work up in Fred's arms, her eyes weary and aching from the tears she'd cried. She couldn't help but question why she was there, not questioning at first (she didn't mind)-but when realisation hit, a fresh wave of tears and fears.
Fred woke up to her tears. "Hey, Daph, Daph!" He hugged her tightly.
Daphne snuggled into Fred. Somehow, she felt safe in his arms-it was only Fred who made her feel safe. She cried steadily into him, holding on tightly.
"Daph, I promise you, I will beat up Devon the second I see him."
Daphne sniffed, smiling slightly. It was obvious she wasn't sure what to do about everything that had happened. Hugging him tightly, she kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Freddy."
"Don't worry Daph." Fred said gently. He knew Daphne would be OK-she could handle anything.
"I need to see Velma. She's good in this kind of situation. Crisis I mean." Daphne sniffed. "Except I want to change..and I don't wanna go on my own."
"Of course, of course." Fred said softly. "I've got a sister...she'll have something. Failing that, Mom. And I'll go with you to see Velma."
Daphne smiled and got up. She stood, pulling her hands through her hair. Fred hadn't noticed it last night (he'd had other things on his mind such as hurting anyone who made Daphne feel like that) but she looked beautiful. "Where's your sister?"
Fred's sister wafted into the room and immediately put her arms around Daphne. "I heard what the bastard did, Mom told me, and of course you can borrow my clothes."
Daphne blinked. "Did you overhear that?"
"My method of gaining information is irrelevant. Now you come with me, we'll find you some clothes. Hmm, I was your size a couple of years ago, you can take all those clothes I had! I've been looking for a worthy cause. You seem nice."
Daphne grinned. Fred's sister reminded her of Fred, even to look at-she had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "What's your name?"
"Fiona. Now come with me!"
Fred watched as Fiona and Daphne disappeared upstairs. He sighed inwardly. Love was difficult.
Daphne appeared downstairs again wearing a baggy pair of jeans and a large purple jumper with "BOYS LIE" written across it. After accepting some breakfast, Daphne and Fred went out to Velma's house.
Daphne knocked on the door. "Vel? You there?"
Velma immediately appeared at the door. "Hey, Daph-early, aren't you-what's the boy wonder doing here?"
Daphne cast her eyes down. "Leave it out Vel, he's been there for me..."
Velma raised her eyebrows. "What, was Devon a jerk?"
"A major one. I need to tell you inside. Fred, you can go, if you like."
"If it's alright, I'd like to stay." Fred looked at Daphne. "I'm not up for you not having male protection. No offence, Velma, but after what happens, if I see Devon I can pummel him more effectively."
Daphne looked hopefully at Velma, who reluctantly nodded and allowed the two of them into her home.
"You're KIDDING!"
"He also said I was a spoilt little princess...and that I was unattractive." Daphne hugged her knees, with Fred's arm around her shoulder and Velma pacing in fury.
Fred smiled at her. "I think you're attractive, and so does the rest of the school."
She looked at him, almost shocked. "Thank you. I always thought you said that..."
"Always meant it."
Velma looked at them. Even if they didn't know it, they were wrapped up in each other and it would take a lot to unwrap them, even if they wanted to. It was clear-they were in one place, and she was in a very different one. Velma had always had a theory that when you were with your One True Love it was blatently obvious to the rest of the world that you were (though not nessecerily to you)-and it looked like she'd been proved right. Again.
It just wasn't fair.
Don't own any of the ones you know from the series. This is almost over, but there WILL be a sequel-it's in the works right now ^_~ And it should be good, babY! WOO!
*cough* Anyways. This'll be it for a while. I get me new Harry POtter book 2moz and I'm going up Snowdon (yeah, the bigass mountain in Wales) for Fair Trade next weekend-wish me luck!!!
Thanks for the reviews. They help. ^_^
~Sylvi
Chapter 4: Hold me tight and don't let go (don't let go)
Daphne vaguely knew that she needed to talk to someone, except her parents were away, Velma and Shaggy were at the movies, Sadie and Ann-Marie were at a sleepover with some of their friends from out of town....and suddenly it clicked.
"Fred."
She ran in the direction of his house, finally finding it. She knocked on the door.
Fred's mother answered the door. "Oh, Daphne-are you alright?"
"No...no I'm not....I need to talk to Fred..." She whispered as Fred's mother put her arms around the young girl.
"What's the problem, sweetie?"
"I can't tell you...no offence, but I don't know you..." She cried onto her shoulder.
Fred appeared. "Who was it at the door-Daph! What's wrong? Who did this?"
Daphne flew into Fred's arms. Fred...she could trust him...he would keep her safe. She looked up at him. "I need to tell you what happened tonight...Is there somewhere we can talk alone?"
"There's my room..."
"I honestly don't think a boy's room will help." Fred's mother said quickly. "Use the lounge."
"Urm, OK." Fred guided Daphne through to the lounge. "Sit down, and tell me everything."
She clung onto him. "Don't let go, Fred. Protect me."
They sat on the sofa, and Daphne leant her head on Fred's shoulder, sniffing and crying. "It's OK, Daph...it's OK."
Daphne finally looked up. "First we went to this club, and it was fine, it was fun, I enjoyed it. It was over 18s. They offered me alchahol, but I swear, I didn't touch a drop."
"Good...that's good. What next, Daph?"
"He said...we should...go back to his...I asked him why...and he kissed me....Freddie, I swear, I thought he meant he was only going to kiss. So we went in the car, and we drove someone, and he kissed me...passionately....we moved to...to...the back seat....and we kissed some more....and his...his hand...."
"What did he do, Daph?" Fred's voice was as cold as ice.
"His hand...went up...my skirt...I told him no, and he stopped....but then...his hand...went for my....chest....I stopped him....but he asked if I wanted to be more than friends...I wasn't sure....and he kissed me again....and he went to my skirt again...so I left the car..and...he called me....a slut...and a bitch....and, oh, Freddie, he was horrible!"
Fred held her tightly as she cried, silently vowing to kill that bastard Devon. He stroked her hair as she cried herself to sleep in his arms.
His mother came in. "I heard it all. I know I'm not meant to, but I suspected you wouldn't mind."
"I don't. Mom, how could anyone do that? To Daph? He was...I can't believe it! I liked the guy! Of course, now I hate him. Bloody hell, I hate him."
Fred's mother said nothing. "We'll have to tell her parents." She said finally.
"I think she should tell them." Fred looked up. "Urm, what do I do? She's kinda....sleeping on me."
"Don't move. Let her sleep. You'll fall asleep soon, too. And I will be taking a picture because you'll look adorable, despite the circumstances. Hang on, let me get a blanket."
Daphne moved slightly, snuggling deeper into Fred's chest. He tightened his grip on her. His mother smiled and returned with blankets. Placing the blankets around them, she went for a camera, then re-entered silently. She waited until Fred kissed Daphne on the head (unaware of his mother's prescence) and took a picture at the moment.
Hearing the click, Fred saw his mother. "I want a copy of that, and one for Daphne."
"You'll get one, Fred."
Fred's eyelids were getting heavier. His mother turned off the light as she left, and slowly, he slept.
Daphne work up in Fred's arms, her eyes weary and aching from the tears she'd cried. She couldn't help but question why she was there, not questioning at first (she didn't mind)-but when realisation hit, a fresh wave of tears and fears.
Fred woke up to her tears. "Hey, Daph, Daph!" He hugged her tightly.
Daphne snuggled into Fred. Somehow, she felt safe in his arms-it was only Fred who made her feel safe. She cried steadily into him, holding on tightly.
"Daph, I promise you, I will beat up Devon the second I see him."
Daphne sniffed, smiling slightly. It was obvious she wasn't sure what to do about everything that had happened. Hugging him tightly, she kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Freddy."
"Don't worry Daph." Fred said gently. He knew Daphne would be OK-she could handle anything.
"I need to see Velma. She's good in this kind of situation. Crisis I mean." Daphne sniffed. "Except I want to change..and I don't wanna go on my own."
"Of course, of course." Fred said softly. "I've got a sister...she'll have something. Failing that, Mom. And I'll go with you to see Velma."
Daphne smiled and got up. She stood, pulling her hands through her hair. Fred hadn't noticed it last night (he'd had other things on his mind such as hurting anyone who made Daphne feel like that) but she looked beautiful. "Where's your sister?"
Fred's sister wafted into the room and immediately put her arms around Daphne. "I heard what the bastard did, Mom told me, and of course you can borrow my clothes."
Daphne blinked. "Did you overhear that?"
"My method of gaining information is irrelevant. Now you come with me, we'll find you some clothes. Hmm, I was your size a couple of years ago, you can take all those clothes I had! I've been looking for a worthy cause. You seem nice."
Daphne grinned. Fred's sister reminded her of Fred, even to look at-she had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "What's your name?"
"Fiona. Now come with me!"
Fred watched as Fiona and Daphne disappeared upstairs. He sighed inwardly. Love was difficult.
Daphne appeared downstairs again wearing a baggy pair of jeans and a large purple jumper with "BOYS LIE" written across it. After accepting some breakfast, Daphne and Fred went out to Velma's house.
Daphne knocked on the door. "Vel? You there?"
Velma immediately appeared at the door. "Hey, Daph-early, aren't you-what's the boy wonder doing here?"
Daphne cast her eyes down. "Leave it out Vel, he's been there for me..."
Velma raised her eyebrows. "What, was Devon a jerk?"
"A major one. I need to tell you inside. Fred, you can go, if you like."
"If it's alright, I'd like to stay." Fred looked at Daphne. "I'm not up for you not having male protection. No offence, Velma, but after what happens, if I see Devon I can pummel him more effectively."
Daphne looked hopefully at Velma, who reluctantly nodded and allowed the two of them into her home.
"You're KIDDING!"
"He also said I was a spoilt little princess...and that I was unattractive." Daphne hugged her knees, with Fred's arm around her shoulder and Velma pacing in fury.
Fred smiled at her. "I think you're attractive, and so does the rest of the school."
She looked at him, almost shocked. "Thank you. I always thought you said that..."
"Always meant it."
Velma looked at them. Even if they didn't know it, they were wrapped up in each other and it would take a lot to unwrap them, even if they wanted to. It was clear-they were in one place, and she was in a very different one. Velma had always had a theory that when you were with your One True Love it was blatently obvious to the rest of the world that you were (though not nessecerily to you)-and it looked like she'd been proved right. Again.
It just wasn't fair.
Don't own any of the ones you know from the series. This is almost over, but there WILL be a sequel-it's in the works right now ^_~ And it should be good, babY! WOO!
*cough* Anyways. This'll be it for a while. I get me new Harry POtter book 2moz and I'm going up Snowdon (yeah, the bigass mountain in Wales) for Fair Trade next weekend-wish me luck!!!
Thanks for the reviews. They help. ^_^
~Sylvi
