When Little Man Meets Big Man.
Opening Thoughts- I know, Bad Mahogany Miss, BAD! But in my defense, I was greatly distracted this week...you know with that big incovenience homework! But a girl has to do what she's got to do I suppose, plus if I didn't there was an extreme chance you'd never see this story again! Enough about me though, I hope you enjoy this chapter and review like you gon' MADD! lol...latz.
They were gone.In a mear few weeks he had managed to loose his mother, his father and all chances of him ever getting his familly back, and as everyone tried to assure him that none of this was truly his doing, and that with time his mother would recover...he couldn't help but think, know that this was all his fault. It had been days since he had seen his father, and at night when he sat silenced in his room he wished he'd never told anyone what he had seen, or heard.That he had kept his promise to his father, he no longer cared about his mother because it was clear to him that she never cared about him to leave him for so long...he hated her now... but quietly missed her horribly.
He squirmed softly in his car seat as his light orbes searched the roads and houses that past.His grand-mother sat ahead of him driving she was quiet, and never seemed to really asnwer him as to where he was going.He hated that about grown-ups they could never give him a straight answer, always saying something 'grown-up' like 'you're too young' and 'only when you're older'. Had everyone forgotten he wasn't a little boy, he was a man! Of course he was smaller than the average, and not as brave...but he was! His Mommy was the only one who ever truly believed him, and every other crazy idea his imaginative mind concieved...he'd missed that, and he guessed in some ways he didn't really hate her that much.Maybe he really didn't hate her at all becuase each night he'd always hold out small hopes that she'd get better, and come back to him.
Faith drove on, subsiding silent rage from the days that had past, partly towards Jackson for harming her child and Daniel and some towards Charity, for keeping something so grave as a child's paternity from its true father for years.It wasn't right, but she couldn't very well stop it for it had already happened.As the days went she took some comfort in Jacskon being held in prison, and tried to reason with Charity's jugement hoping that she would clear things when she was fully recovered.
She smiled slightly at the little boy squirming uncomfortably in his seat.She hadn't really gotten around to telling him exactlly where they were going, knowing all to well of Daniel's apparent hatred for Miguel and of Daniel's immense temper she knew that if she told him the truth there wasn't any way they would be on the road right now.She thought he couldn't possibly object while they were already there...God willing.
"I don't want to!" he stated with a pout as he planted himself at the opening of the walkway, just as a statue would and glaring up at his grand-mother."why do I have to stay with him?" he huffed waiting impatiently for her answer.
Faith sighed into the crisp summer air of the mourning as she paused back to Daniel, and turned to him.She loved him for who he was, yet still she knew he was going to put up one hell of a fight for this.His eyes and expressions looked as if this was another punishment for him being bad, or if he was being forced to do something...and she wished deeply he wouldn't feel that way for spending time with Miguel, his father.
"was it because I was bad, because if it was I promise I'll be good from now on, I swear on a sack of Bibles grand-ma I do" he pleaded knowing that the next day he'd probably be back to his own mischeif.
She smiled once more as she knelt to the small boy,"don't make promises you can't keep Danny."
"why?" he reponded blatantly, folding his small arms.
"becuase I need someone to take care of you for awhile, and Miguel was the only one who could." she lied.
"why?" Daniel repeated, feeling angered that she didn't think he didn't know the difference between a lie and the truth.
Faith sighed at his persistance, as she continued"you know you---you really shouldn't hate him."
"why not?" he snarled under his murmmer.
"well for starters, you two have allot in common." she began playfully adjusting his shirt collar, trying her hardest to conceal the truth in her statements" your mommy."she smiled warmly searching his eyes.
Daniel turned more inward toward her, his youthfull face slightly enraged that she would mention any sign that HIS Mommy loved this HIM more than she loved him or even his Daddy even though by what he managed to gather through conversations he was in big trouble right now.
"she cares for you both a whole lot, you know that right?" she questioned calmly, while leaving her hand free for Daniel to take it and respond without any confrontations.
Daniel stubbornly pusred his lips as he turned away from her, and faced the car.He didn't want to go, and he wasn't and no one could ever make him.Daniel was sure that if he stood here enough not facing his grand-mother she would have to give up, and drive him back home and away from the man who was trying and did ruin his familly.
She understood Daniel's hostility on the subject, but at this point he had no choice with all the time they had missed out on eachother's pressece both Daniel and Miguel needed to spend time with eachother.No matter how reluctant either was on the subject...
He didn't want to do this, he wasn't ready.As the hours past after his encounter with Faith, he quickly started to curse himself for agreeing to something he knew he wasn't ready for, at least not while Charity was still in hospital and there was still so much, he wanted to know before this.
As Miguel paced through his home nervously, he casually eyed the phone in a far distance.He could call this whole thing off, that's what he would do...just call it off until he was ready to face him.However even after that, would he even be ready to face his son? Would he love him from the very beggining, as he would have...or just feel an awkward estrangement to the boy he'd fathered.These questioned plauged him, as he anxiously awaited for them to be answered.
"here's his stuff, and everything."Faith breathed as she observed Miguel's expressions"are you sure you want to do this?"
No he really didn't want to do this, the looks on Daniel's face as he enetered moments before re-confirmed everything he might of feared about this day, but there wasn't any escaping this anymore."yeah," he replied with a slight grin as he took Daniel's things"yeah."
"okay." she replied silently, and within a few minutes she was gone leaving them alone in the house...together.
They stood across from eachother, present and future glaring defensively towards one and other in a frustrated, angered silence.Slightly clearing his throat, Miguel broke the silence between the two only to be dismissed in his sons presence, and seconds later watching his tiny figure grab his bellongings and wonderously and yet stubbornly head upstairs.
The mourning after hadn't went all that well either, as Daniel persisted to stay locked up in the room he was given like an old groutch refusing to speak a syllable to his father.Only exiting when he absolutely had to, or if he needed something...Daniel refused to spend any time with this man of which he hardly knew, at this point he really didn't care if he'd be in trouble for doing what he'd been doing he didn't care!
As he sat wrathful in a chair stairing at the room where he sat, trying to figure out some way of escaping...he could if he really tried, maybe then he could find his Daddy and his Mommy would finally feel icky anymore, then they could be a familly and leave Harmony forever; But if he did leave he'd never see Gia again, or that nice lady Pilar... he simply shrugged the matter off, keeping in mind that he could always just bring them with him.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully towards the window, as his small lips curved with vicious content.Hoping off his seat, he made steps towards it, each step bringing him closer to his way out.However as he came closer he did realize he wasn't exactlly tall enough to make his get away as smooth as he'd planned, as he scaned the room once more his sights pausing towards the chair he had just left.
Within minutes Daniel had managed to slide the chair beside the window, well enough to hoiste himself closer towards it.Sooner than later he'd be gone from this, ugly,boring house ,away from HIM and back home where he bellonged...all he had to after that was figure out was how to get home.
Miguel stood infront of Daniel's door,hands fresh on the knob. Beating himself up about how he let Daniel ignore him the past few days.He couldn't let another a day go by without, having any contact with his son...no matter how much he'd expressed his hatred for him.His heart beat furiously into his throat when he saw him, standing on a chair leaning agaist the wall facing the window.
The little boy gasped out in a fright, as he turned his doe eyes and his frown towards his father.He quickly bounded off the chair advancing towards the dark haired man whose dark eyes glowered down towards him, expressing his obvious desdain.
"what were you doing?" Miguel questioned calmly, gritting his teeth.
Daniel pursed his lips still in a frown, as he looked up at him"nothing," he crisply replied.
"really," Miguel folded his arms"it sure didn't look like nothing, I knew it was a bad idea to let you stay up here all by youself." he went on into the hollow room."c'mon," he asserted, for Daniel to follow.
"no."
Miguel paused turning to Daniel, who stood in the middle of the room arms crossed.He couldn't believe that he'd acttually had the nerve to actually say 'no.' so much so, that he told him to get out of the room once more, thinking that he just might have been hearing things.It was when the boy, had said no once more this time more boldly that the one that followed, the more the slight glare of assertiveness and bold certainty in the little boys appearance grew, he knew this was his little boy.
"I'm not letting you stay here, so your leaving either way"he spoke once more.
"I don't care."
"look Danny, I know how much you don't want to be here."Miguel admitted with a sad sigh"but whether you like it or not your still here, and you have to do what I say...and I say you're not staying in here anymore.Now let's go,"
He was quite for awhile as Daniel's eyes met breifly with Miguel's remaining still.He hated it when people he didn't like called him Danny, just as much as he hated it when people especially people he couldn't stand told him what to do; HE was a special case in Danny's book.
"you're not my DADDY, I DON'T have to listen to you and I won't."
The words tore into him like a thousand knives, as his stern jaw tightened and he spoke once more" I said your not staying here, now get out!" he roared with anger, as Daniel stood bewildered, yet still not moving an inch.
Daniel took an awkward deep calm breath, as he began to walk past Miguel and towards the door as he had origionally asked.Miguel stood facing the window quickly covering what he felt before turning to Daniel once more, the boy stood in the doorway with a small smug smirk etched on his innocent face.Miguel questioned it, slightly before the boy answered, with all the might in his small body slammed the door in his father's face leaving him inside.
Miguel smirked equally, thinking that the little brat couldn't reach the lock above...but he could.
"Daniel if you don't let me our of here by the count of three I swear to God!" he threatened rapping against the door, as Daniel stood on the other side.
"Grand-Ma, says it's not good to swear!" he replied in a mocking tone, and a slight giggle.
"Daniel NOW!" Miguel thundered.
"NO!"the boy roared at the top of his young lungs"I hate you,"his voice screamed," and I'm never ever letting you out of this room, EVER!" he kicked the door and commenced to walk away.
His violent thrasing against the door ceased, as Miguel leaned against the door in silence."well, I hate you too!" he called out, with one last bash towards the damn thing.Few moments passed and he managed to escape from, where his son had imprisoned him but as he got out to find him he'd found Daniel had gotten into another room, far, far away from him.
Nights and days that followed didn't progress, as much as he had hoped for.However, at least this time Daniel actually considered being in the same room with him...althought, even that baby step hadn't changed the boy's drive to make his stay there as miserable as possible, and that he did.Frightened he pulled his sheets over him trying to elude, the scary noises and sights that seemed to surround him.He was alone, no longer did he have a mommy or daddy to take away the things that he feared...he had no one.
His father's words resounding in his thoughts, picking themselves apart as they went over and over.
'We'll always be a family...no matter what.'
'No matter what...'
'No matter what...'
'No'
Sounds of nearby tree branches abrasively scraping his bed room window became more bold, as tears formed in his eyes.Falling rapidly as the sounds continued, piercing his ears.
Daniel's suttle tears turn into a soft sob, while he gently stirred back and forth from the nightmare he was forced to live.
He stood outside his bedroom door, his heart dropping with every sound he made.Each night, as the house was still and Miguel lay in his insomnia...he'd hear Daniel's crying.So quiet and unoticable, regardless, as loud as any sound could have ever been to him.Each sniffle ripped into the depths of his soul, as he stood every night wanting so bad to help the son that didnt want him there.
His eyes glanced around the hallway, Miguel notcied one of Daniel's toys trailing around.He went for it, as a small smile etched his lips.Too many nights have past, where he'd stand at the other end of his door listening until the sound has stopped, too many of Daniels tears had fallen, alone, with no one to look to...no one to see him through what no child should ever expirience; But no one could, and at the other end of that door his son was scared and alone, wanting nothing to do with him.As apparent as the fact was to him, he couldn't let him go through this alone, and he wouldn't.
With a slight switch the lights flickered in the room, Daniel slowly lifted the covers from his head as he heard the sound of the door swing open and he stood in the doorway capturing Daniel's expressions full of fear.
"hey...hey budy, what's the matter?" he questioned soflty, standind amist the foot of the door.
Daniel was hesitant with his answer, as the tears continued to fall.
"are - you, afraid of the dark?"
Daniel shook his head slowly in response.
"well how come you didn't tell me anything, maybe I could of..." he paused, looking at the boy once more."this is about your Mommy, and Daddy isn't it." he concluded, inching closure to him.
He sniffed loudly, wipping the tears away and sitting up.
"why did my Daddy hurt my Mommy so bad ?" he questioned, the room fell deadly silent and Daniel bore into Miguel's eyes looking for some sort of answer to the question that had troubled him ever since he saw her, the sights of that afternoon played over and over in his mind.
Miguel hushed, slightly not really knowing how to explain why, not even truly certain if he knew himself.He sighed deeply looking back into Daniel's eyes."I really don't know Danny," he sighed slightly as he stood above his bed.
"but I know, your Daddy wont hurt her ever again...I can promise you that."he continued solemly, as if even swearing such on his very ownlife.
Daniel unwillingly felt assure by his answer, and as he observed the man that stood before him showing a gruff smile, he found himself smiling as well while wipping away the remainder of his tears.Maybe Miguel wasn't all that bad...plus how horrible could he be he liked baseball.Who knows with a few lessons from him he might even end up being cool...although Daniel was certain he had allot to learn.
Three days had past, three days making Charity's quiet mubbles and stirrings cruel and unforseeing sighns of her recovery.She hadn't woken up, that evening with John the nurses which had been there told him this was just another after effect with patients suffering from a concossion...one could, or, couldn't be good news.
"Eve!" Rose bellowed into the hallways as she burst into, her office."Eve thank God your still here."
"why? Rose, what's the matter?" she questioned, rising from her chair.
"it's Charity, she's woken up!"
"she has, well this is wonderful" she smiled as the two started down the hall towards her room."how is she doing ?"
"she's slightly delirious at the moment, but, she's been asking for her son and Miguel."
Eve paused in the midts of the hallway, as did Rose while they stood across from eachother"listen, I don't want anything or anyone tampering with Charity's recovery...I want you to tell all her family, and friends to hold off on Daniel's paternity and Miguel until she's fully healed."
"how can we do that, Dr. Russell, she's demanding their pressence."
"I'll handle that you, just give the news to her familly, and the staff.Please."
The sound of the door closing quietly was heard in the room, as her eyes fluttered open once more and she foccused on Eve.
"well hello Charity, you know you gave us quite a scare."
"what happened? Where am I?" she questioned groggily, as she sluggishly sat herself up quickly remembering what had happened and finding herself in hysteria"Jackson...Daniel" she sputtered out speedilly"where's my son?" she questioned looking up at Dr. Russell once more, fear and apprehension in her tone.
"calm down, dear, I don't want you strain yourself." Eve calmly demanded, as she came closer to her bedside."Daniel is just fine." she replied trying to ease her concerns.
Charity was quiet as she took in the words,"what about Jackson? Where is he?"she inquired in hollow tone, fearing that the nightmare would continue.
Eve sat in the nearby chair and foccused in Charity, her expressions stern and hessitant."he's in the Harmony Police Department, until his case can be issued, and it will." she reassured."now what about you," she observed "how are you feeling."
"I'm alright I suppose," she replied thoughtfully, and yet uncertain."how long have I been here ?"
Eve smiled warmly as she answered"too long."she stood once more,softly grasping Charity's hand"but let's not worry about that, the worst is over now."
'the worst is over now' the reassurance in Eve's tone almost almost lead Charity to believe it as true...but as she sat in the hopital bed, eyes searching the pale room...she knew indeed the worst was not yet over, perhaps it had just begun.
Opening Thoughts- I know, Bad Mahogany Miss, BAD! But in my defense, I was greatly distracted this week...you know with that big incovenience homework! But a girl has to do what she's got to do I suppose, plus if I didn't there was an extreme chance you'd never see this story again! Enough about me though, I hope you enjoy this chapter and review like you gon' MADD! lol...latz.
They were gone.In a mear few weeks he had managed to loose his mother, his father and all chances of him ever getting his familly back, and as everyone tried to assure him that none of this was truly his doing, and that with time his mother would recover...he couldn't help but think, know that this was all his fault. It had been days since he had seen his father, and at night when he sat silenced in his room he wished he'd never told anyone what he had seen, or heard.That he had kept his promise to his father, he no longer cared about his mother because it was clear to him that she never cared about him to leave him for so long...he hated her now... but quietly missed her horribly.
He squirmed softly in his car seat as his light orbes searched the roads and houses that past.His grand-mother sat ahead of him driving she was quiet, and never seemed to really asnwer him as to where he was going.He hated that about grown-ups they could never give him a straight answer, always saying something 'grown-up' like 'you're too young' and 'only when you're older'. Had everyone forgotten he wasn't a little boy, he was a man! Of course he was smaller than the average, and not as brave...but he was! His Mommy was the only one who ever truly believed him, and every other crazy idea his imaginative mind concieved...he'd missed that, and he guessed in some ways he didn't really hate her that much.Maybe he really didn't hate her at all becuase each night he'd always hold out small hopes that she'd get better, and come back to him.
Faith drove on, subsiding silent rage from the days that had past, partly towards Jackson for harming her child and Daniel and some towards Charity, for keeping something so grave as a child's paternity from its true father for years.It wasn't right, but she couldn't very well stop it for it had already happened.As the days went she took some comfort in Jacskon being held in prison, and tried to reason with Charity's jugement hoping that she would clear things when she was fully recovered.
She smiled slightly at the little boy squirming uncomfortably in his seat.She hadn't really gotten around to telling him exactlly where they were going, knowing all to well of Daniel's apparent hatred for Miguel and of Daniel's immense temper she knew that if she told him the truth there wasn't any way they would be on the road right now.She thought he couldn't possibly object while they were already there...God willing.
"I don't want to!" he stated with a pout as he planted himself at the opening of the walkway, just as a statue would and glaring up at his grand-mother."why do I have to stay with him?" he huffed waiting impatiently for her answer.
Faith sighed into the crisp summer air of the mourning as she paused back to Daniel, and turned to him.She loved him for who he was, yet still she knew he was going to put up one hell of a fight for this.His eyes and expressions looked as if this was another punishment for him being bad, or if he was being forced to do something...and she wished deeply he wouldn't feel that way for spending time with Miguel, his father.
"was it because I was bad, because if it was I promise I'll be good from now on, I swear on a sack of Bibles grand-ma I do" he pleaded knowing that the next day he'd probably be back to his own mischeif.
She smiled once more as she knelt to the small boy,"don't make promises you can't keep Danny."
"why?" he reponded blatantly, folding his small arms.
"becuase I need someone to take care of you for awhile, and Miguel was the only one who could." she lied.
"why?" Daniel repeated, feeling angered that she didn't think he didn't know the difference between a lie and the truth.
Faith sighed at his persistance, as she continued"you know you---you really shouldn't hate him."
"why not?" he snarled under his murmmer.
"well for starters, you two have allot in common." she began playfully adjusting his shirt collar, trying her hardest to conceal the truth in her statements" your mommy."she smiled warmly searching his eyes.
Daniel turned more inward toward her, his youthfull face slightly enraged that she would mention any sign that HIS Mommy loved this HIM more than she loved him or even his Daddy even though by what he managed to gather through conversations he was in big trouble right now.
"she cares for you both a whole lot, you know that right?" she questioned calmly, while leaving her hand free for Daniel to take it and respond without any confrontations.
Daniel stubbornly pusred his lips as he turned away from her, and faced the car.He didn't want to go, and he wasn't and no one could ever make him.Daniel was sure that if he stood here enough not facing his grand-mother she would have to give up, and drive him back home and away from the man who was trying and did ruin his familly.
She understood Daniel's hostility on the subject, but at this point he had no choice with all the time they had missed out on eachother's pressece both Daniel and Miguel needed to spend time with eachother.No matter how reluctant either was on the subject...
He didn't want to do this, he wasn't ready.As the hours past after his encounter with Faith, he quickly started to curse himself for agreeing to something he knew he wasn't ready for, at least not while Charity was still in hospital and there was still so much, he wanted to know before this.
As Miguel paced through his home nervously, he casually eyed the phone in a far distance.He could call this whole thing off, that's what he would do...just call it off until he was ready to face him.However even after that, would he even be ready to face his son? Would he love him from the very beggining, as he would have...or just feel an awkward estrangement to the boy he'd fathered.These questioned plauged him, as he anxiously awaited for them to be answered.
"here's his stuff, and everything."Faith breathed as she observed Miguel's expressions"are you sure you want to do this?"
No he really didn't want to do this, the looks on Daniel's face as he enetered moments before re-confirmed everything he might of feared about this day, but there wasn't any escaping this anymore."yeah," he replied with a slight grin as he took Daniel's things"yeah."
"okay." she replied silently, and within a few minutes she was gone leaving them alone in the house...together.
They stood across from eachother, present and future glaring defensively towards one and other in a frustrated, angered silence.Slightly clearing his throat, Miguel broke the silence between the two only to be dismissed in his sons presence, and seconds later watching his tiny figure grab his bellongings and wonderously and yet stubbornly head upstairs.
The mourning after hadn't went all that well either, as Daniel persisted to stay locked up in the room he was given like an old groutch refusing to speak a syllable to his father.Only exiting when he absolutely had to, or if he needed something...Daniel refused to spend any time with this man of which he hardly knew, at this point he really didn't care if he'd be in trouble for doing what he'd been doing he didn't care!
As he sat wrathful in a chair stairing at the room where he sat, trying to figure out some way of escaping...he could if he really tried, maybe then he could find his Daddy and his Mommy would finally feel icky anymore, then they could be a familly and leave Harmony forever; But if he did leave he'd never see Gia again, or that nice lady Pilar... he simply shrugged the matter off, keeping in mind that he could always just bring them with him.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully towards the window, as his small lips curved with vicious content.Hoping off his seat, he made steps towards it, each step bringing him closer to his way out.However as he came closer he did realize he wasn't exactlly tall enough to make his get away as smooth as he'd planned, as he scaned the room once more his sights pausing towards the chair he had just left.
Within minutes Daniel had managed to slide the chair beside the window, well enough to hoiste himself closer towards it.Sooner than later he'd be gone from this, ugly,boring house ,away from HIM and back home where he bellonged...all he had to after that was figure out was how to get home.
Miguel stood infront of Daniel's door,hands fresh on the knob. Beating himself up about how he let Daniel ignore him the past few days.He couldn't let another a day go by without, having any contact with his son...no matter how much he'd expressed his hatred for him.His heart beat furiously into his throat when he saw him, standing on a chair leaning agaist the wall facing the window.
The little boy gasped out in a fright, as he turned his doe eyes and his frown towards his father.He quickly bounded off the chair advancing towards the dark haired man whose dark eyes glowered down towards him, expressing his obvious desdain.
"what were you doing?" Miguel questioned calmly, gritting his teeth.
Daniel pursed his lips still in a frown, as he looked up at him"nothing," he crisply replied.
"really," Miguel folded his arms"it sure didn't look like nothing, I knew it was a bad idea to let you stay up here all by youself." he went on into the hollow room."c'mon," he asserted, for Daniel to follow.
"no."
Miguel paused turning to Daniel, who stood in the middle of the room arms crossed.He couldn't believe that he'd acttually had the nerve to actually say 'no.' so much so, that he told him to get out of the room once more, thinking that he just might have been hearing things.It was when the boy, had said no once more this time more boldly that the one that followed, the more the slight glare of assertiveness and bold certainty in the little boys appearance grew, he knew this was his little boy.
"I'm not letting you stay here, so your leaving either way"he spoke once more.
"I don't care."
"look Danny, I know how much you don't want to be here."Miguel admitted with a sad sigh"but whether you like it or not your still here, and you have to do what I say...and I say you're not staying in here anymore.Now let's go,"
He was quite for awhile as Daniel's eyes met breifly with Miguel's remaining still.He hated it when people he didn't like called him Danny, just as much as he hated it when people especially people he couldn't stand told him what to do; HE was a special case in Danny's book.
"you're not my DADDY, I DON'T have to listen to you and I won't."
The words tore into him like a thousand knives, as his stern jaw tightened and he spoke once more" I said your not staying here, now get out!" he roared with anger, as Daniel stood bewildered, yet still not moving an inch.
Daniel took an awkward deep calm breath, as he began to walk past Miguel and towards the door as he had origionally asked.Miguel stood facing the window quickly covering what he felt before turning to Daniel once more, the boy stood in the doorway with a small smug smirk etched on his innocent face.Miguel questioned it, slightly before the boy answered, with all the might in his small body slammed the door in his father's face leaving him inside.
Miguel smirked equally, thinking that the little brat couldn't reach the lock above...but he could.
"Daniel if you don't let me our of here by the count of three I swear to God!" he threatened rapping against the door, as Daniel stood on the other side.
"Grand-Ma, says it's not good to swear!" he replied in a mocking tone, and a slight giggle.
"Daniel NOW!" Miguel thundered.
"NO!"the boy roared at the top of his young lungs"I hate you,"his voice screamed," and I'm never ever letting you out of this room, EVER!" he kicked the door and commenced to walk away.
His violent thrasing against the door ceased, as Miguel leaned against the door in silence."well, I hate you too!" he called out, with one last bash towards the damn thing.Few moments passed and he managed to escape from, where his son had imprisoned him but as he got out to find him he'd found Daniel had gotten into another room, far, far away from him.
Nights and days that followed didn't progress, as much as he had hoped for.However, at least this time Daniel actually considered being in the same room with him...althought, even that baby step hadn't changed the boy's drive to make his stay there as miserable as possible, and that he did.Frightened he pulled his sheets over him trying to elude, the scary noises and sights that seemed to surround him.He was alone, no longer did he have a mommy or daddy to take away the things that he feared...he had no one.
His father's words resounding in his thoughts, picking themselves apart as they went over and over.
'We'll always be a family...no matter what.'
'No matter what...'
'No matter what...'
'No'
Sounds of nearby tree branches abrasively scraping his bed room window became more bold, as tears formed in his eyes.Falling rapidly as the sounds continued, piercing his ears.
Daniel's suttle tears turn into a soft sob, while he gently stirred back and forth from the nightmare he was forced to live.
He stood outside his bedroom door, his heart dropping with every sound he made.Each night, as the house was still and Miguel lay in his insomnia...he'd hear Daniel's crying.So quiet and unoticable, regardless, as loud as any sound could have ever been to him.Each sniffle ripped into the depths of his soul, as he stood every night wanting so bad to help the son that didnt want him there.
His eyes glanced around the hallway, Miguel notcied one of Daniel's toys trailing around.He went for it, as a small smile etched his lips.Too many nights have past, where he'd stand at the other end of his door listening until the sound has stopped, too many of Daniels tears had fallen, alone, with no one to look to...no one to see him through what no child should ever expirience; But no one could, and at the other end of that door his son was scared and alone, wanting nothing to do with him.As apparent as the fact was to him, he couldn't let him go through this alone, and he wouldn't.
With a slight switch the lights flickered in the room, Daniel slowly lifted the covers from his head as he heard the sound of the door swing open and he stood in the doorway capturing Daniel's expressions full of fear.
"hey...hey budy, what's the matter?" he questioned soflty, standind amist the foot of the door.
Daniel was hesitant with his answer, as the tears continued to fall.
"are - you, afraid of the dark?"
Daniel shook his head slowly in response.
"well how come you didn't tell me anything, maybe I could of..." he paused, looking at the boy once more."this is about your Mommy, and Daddy isn't it." he concluded, inching closure to him.
He sniffed loudly, wipping the tears away and sitting up.
"why did my Daddy hurt my Mommy so bad ?" he questioned, the room fell deadly silent and Daniel bore into Miguel's eyes looking for some sort of answer to the question that had troubled him ever since he saw her, the sights of that afternoon played over and over in his mind.
Miguel hushed, slightly not really knowing how to explain why, not even truly certain if he knew himself.He sighed deeply looking back into Daniel's eyes."I really don't know Danny," he sighed slightly as he stood above his bed.
"but I know, your Daddy wont hurt her ever again...I can promise you that."he continued solemly, as if even swearing such on his very ownlife.
Daniel unwillingly felt assure by his answer, and as he observed the man that stood before him showing a gruff smile, he found himself smiling as well while wipping away the remainder of his tears.Maybe Miguel wasn't all that bad...plus how horrible could he be he liked baseball.Who knows with a few lessons from him he might even end up being cool...although Daniel was certain he had allot to learn.
Three days had past, three days making Charity's quiet mubbles and stirrings cruel and unforseeing sighns of her recovery.She hadn't woken up, that evening with John the nurses which had been there told him this was just another after effect with patients suffering from a concossion...one could, or, couldn't be good news.
"Eve!" Rose bellowed into the hallways as she burst into, her office."Eve thank God your still here."
"why? Rose, what's the matter?" she questioned, rising from her chair.
"it's Charity, she's woken up!"
"she has, well this is wonderful" she smiled as the two started down the hall towards her room."how is she doing ?"
"she's slightly delirious at the moment, but, she's been asking for her son and Miguel."
Eve paused in the midts of the hallway, as did Rose while they stood across from eachother"listen, I don't want anything or anyone tampering with Charity's recovery...I want you to tell all her family, and friends to hold off on Daniel's paternity and Miguel until she's fully healed."
"how can we do that, Dr. Russell, she's demanding their pressence."
"I'll handle that you, just give the news to her familly, and the staff.Please."
The sound of the door closing quietly was heard in the room, as her eyes fluttered open once more and she foccused on Eve.
"well hello Charity, you know you gave us quite a scare."
"what happened? Where am I?" she questioned groggily, as she sluggishly sat herself up quickly remembering what had happened and finding herself in hysteria"Jackson...Daniel" she sputtered out speedilly"where's my son?" she questioned looking up at Dr. Russell once more, fear and apprehension in her tone.
"calm down, dear, I don't want you strain yourself." Eve calmly demanded, as she came closer to her bedside."Daniel is just fine." she replied trying to ease her concerns.
Charity was quiet as she took in the words,"what about Jackson? Where is he?"she inquired in hollow tone, fearing that the nightmare would continue.
Eve sat in the nearby chair and foccused in Charity, her expressions stern and hessitant."he's in the Harmony Police Department, until his case can be issued, and it will." she reassured."now what about you," she observed "how are you feeling."
"I'm alright I suppose," she replied thoughtfully, and yet uncertain."how long have I been here ?"
Eve smiled warmly as she answered"too long."she stood once more,softly grasping Charity's hand"but let's not worry about that, the worst is over now."
'the worst is over now' the reassurance in Eve's tone almost almost lead Charity to believe it as true...but as she sat in the hopital bed, eyes searching the pale room...she knew indeed the worst was not yet over, perhaps it had just begun.