Imaginary

Summary: Everything has a consequence now Sam has to learn to live with hers. All Danny can do is hope it doesn't kill her.

Rating: PG-13 for mature themes and language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does. And I don't own Imaginary, Evanescence does.

Chapter Four

In my field of paper flowers.

Sam slowly awoke, falling through the warm floating feeling. She opened her eyes and looked around she spotted Danny, laying on his back asleep. His arm was thrown carelessly over his eyes so that the light didn't get in. He wasn't by any means prince charming but she had never been so happy to see anyone in her life.

She rolled off her bed and padded over to where he lay. She bent down and gently shook his shoulder. "Danny?"

"Hmm…" he blinked a few times. Sam couldn't help but notice his eyes were a much darker blue when they first opened.

"Danny, you need to go. It's three thirty. My parents will get home from work soon." She swallowed. "And you're right I need to tell them."

He sat up and stared at her for a moment, concern permeating his measuring look. "Are you sure you're—"

"Yes, I'm fine," she interjected. "You better go your family's probably missing you."

He grinned at her as they both stood. "Doubt it, but I'll go anyway. Call me and tell me how it goes, okay?"

"Sure, I'm sure it'll be fine."

. . . . . . . . . . .

Sam sat in her dad's office. Her dad was leaning on the front of the desk, her mom sitting in a chair facing the desk next to Sam. Sam continued to spill out the story chasing a seam in the armrest with her finger. She told them about being raped, Danny's suspension, her suicide attempt, what happened in the kitchen this morning. She felt the tears leaking out but ignored them. Finally she finished and waited for her parents to respond.

Her father's voice reached her ears, sarcasm and scorn dripping from it. "Bet it took you all day to make that up." He calmly took a drink of coffee from a mug on the corner of his desk.

Sam's head snapped up and she was instantly pinned in place by the anger in her father's scowl. "What," she whispered.

"Samantha, I can't believe you! Just because you got yourself pregnant doesn't mean that you have to make up some bullshit story." Sam opened her mouth but her dad charged on. "Do you realize how horrible it must be to be raped. Just because you and Danny—"

"Danny!" She bit out.

"You stayed the night at his house. What are we supposed to think?" Her mother said softly. She had never heard so much disappointment in her voice.

"You're supposed to believe me!" Sam jumped out of her seat.

"Yes, that would have been your battle plan wouldn't it." Her father retorted scathingly.

Sam was in totally shock. She had told them the truth. How could they do this to her? They always told her to tell the truth.

"I can't believe you did something like this. I have no idea where you got this behavior from." Her father raged getting up and walking behind his desk.

Sam couldn't stop what came out of her mouth next. "Like parents like daughter," she snapped venomously.

Her mother sobbed and jerked her head towards Sam. Her dad went rigid, "What did you say?" The words came out as a growl.

Sam gave a bitter laugh. "You figured I would never figure it out? It's basic addition. Some one who get's married in June doesn't usually have a child in early October."

"How dare you," her father growled.

Sam was seeing red now. Nothing that was coming out of her mouth had any thought behind it. "That's why you hate me. I remind you of every stupid thing you've ever done. And I'm sure there's plenty of them." Her father's hands curled into fist and he gave an almost animalistic growl. Her mother couldn't take it. She bolted out of her chair and ran through the door. "You're upset because you know what I'm saying is true. That I'm not like you, that I didn't make the wrong decision."

His hand shot out and wrenched around Sam's wrist. He jerked her small frame forward and threw her into the glass door of a bookcase. It shattered, shards digging into her. Sam couldn't hold back the scream. "Not so tough now, are you?"

He wrenched her up to eye level so her feet were dangling. Sam brought up her knee into his stomach as hard as she could. He dropped her. She put her hands down into the shards of broken glass to break her fall. Shoving off as quickly as she could she darted through the door.

She ran down the hall trying to get out of the house, her dad's footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor. She fumbled with the latch, whimpering at how something so simple could be so difficult. She threw the door open just as two hands curled around her shoulders and shoved her down. She tumbled down the steps, conctrete scaping her knees, elbows, and palms and biting into her cheek.

Her dad jumped down the steps and proceeded to kick her. She lost track of time. It could have been a few seconds. It could have been hours. But the only thing she remembered before blacking out was hearing Mr. Rose, the next-door-neighbor, hollar to leave her alone and that he had called the police.

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