I still don't own Danny Phantom. (darn!)
"Number 203, number 205, there it is-number 207!" Danny looked up from the scrap of paper in his hand to the house in front of him. This couldn't be right-Danny ha dalways pictured Tucker's house neat and well-cared for. THis house was only distinguishable as Tucker's by the crooked numbers hanging on the door. The shutters on the windows were hanging loose, sagging steps were leading up to the front door, and the entire house was in need of a new coat of paint.
Danny checked and double-checked the numbers. This couldn't be Tucker's house. But it was.
He hesitantly walked up the steps and looked through one of the windows. It didn't look as if anybody was home. He rang the doorbell anyway. Danny waited on the steps for three minutes, then he turned around. He was just about to set off towards home when he heard a softfamiliar voice.
"Danny?" he turned around and saw Tucker standing on the porch steps. Danny stood rooted to the spot wondering whether to be angry or relieved. When he saw Tucker sway on the spot, he decided to the the latter.
Danny ran up the steps and caught Tucker before he fell. As he led him inside, Danny took in Tucker's apperence. Even though it was on 40 degrees outside, Tucker was shirtless. On his back were long thin lines-they were turning blood red and stood out brilliantly against his dark skin. Similar marks ran down his legs and blood seeped through his jeens. Across his face was marks that were turning horrible shades of yellow, blue, and purple.
"Danny eased his friend onto the battered couch and finally go the words out. "Tuck-how? Who-? What happened?"
Tucker didn't look atDanny but down at the floor."I'm sorry you had to see this Danny. The house definatly needs some repairs but since mum barely has enough for food-" his voice drifted into silence and he looked down at the floor, embarrased.
"Don't apologize Tuck!" said Danny forcefully. "I don't care about that. I want to know who did this to you!"
"No, I don't want charity. Or pity." Tucker tried to stand, but when he put pressure on his left leg, he fell, cursing his leg.
"Tucker, who did this to you. We can't let them get away with this!" Danny said. "I can't help you if you won't tell me."
Tucker looked at his friend then decided to tell him. "It was my father."
Mike: haha- a cliffie. And only I know what happens next!
Me: Ummm... Excuse me!
Mike: Oh yeah. Remember guys-please review!