Danny Phantom still not mine...
Danny gaped at him. "Your father?" he repeated, remembering his own father. Sure, his father was a little to blind, a little to obsessed with ghosts. But he had never ever even hit him with the back of his hand, let alone beaten him as Tucker's father had done.
"Yeah," Tucker said, this time looking right at Danny. "you remember that time in third grade when I came to school with a broken arm? I said I had fallen out of a tree, but that was him. And that time in sixth grade when I had a broken nose and a busted knee? I said that it was from roller skating, but that was him."
Danny just stared at Tucker; he thought that Tucker's parents were like his own mum and dad. Happy together, even if they were a bit weird.
"He does it pretty often-whenever he has a drink. But mostly it's a lot of yelling. Sometimes though, it will get out of hand." Tucker looked straight at Danny. "If you had come here about a half-hour earlier, he would have gotten you too."
"Tucker," Danny said. "You need help." He meant both physicly and mentally. "I don't like the looks of those marks and those bruises are going to be nasty. You've got to get them checked out."
Tucker laughed grimly. "Your dad never belted you?" Danny shook his head no. "It hurts like nothing you would believe and there isn't a thing you can do to help it. The thing I'm really worried about are these bruises. I can cover my back in school but I can't put a bag over my head."
"What happened Tuck?" asked Danny. "I want to know everything, from the beginning.
Yes yes yes I know it's a relly short chapter! You can say that again! Get out of here Mike! So the next one will be longer-I think. Anyway- please review. Or I'll send a virus to your computer. Okay- I can't do that. But I still need those reviews!