I'm staying up late at night to type this. I hope you all read and review please. Please?
All right, here goes nothing. Thanks for reviewing everyone.
I'm changing the title too "Missing the Piano," named after a book I like. You'll understand why in the next few chapters.
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LaterFLASHBACK
A small child, aged three, lay on his bed. "Hey, Jack," the woman said as a man entered the room.
"Hey, Maddie," the man said. "How are things going?"
"Going well," she replied. "I'm just looking at our son."
"He's so cute," Jack agreed.
"Hey," Jazz said, entering the room.
"Hey, Jazzy!" Jack said, hugging her. "How are you doing today?"
"Fine. I wanted to see the baby."
"He's not a baby anymore, darling. He's three years old."
"Then why did Mommy call him a baby?" Nine – year – old Jazz asked, sticking out her lower lip.
"Ahh, Jazzy," Jack said, taking her in his lap and lifting her up so she could see the baby.
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Danny sighed to himself as he remembered. Jack, his dad, had loved him back then. That was before he'd been so involved in ghost hunting that he could care less about his son.
Actually, as he thought about it, Jack had cared about him less over the years, starting to care only about Jazz and Maddie.
I can't wait until I'm 18, Danny thought. He wanted to stick it out until he was 18, get his diploma, and move on.
"Daniel Fenton!" His father's angry voice snapped him too attention and he ran downstairs. "Y-yes sir?" he stuttered."What the heck is this?" he demanded. It was the receipt for Danny's, Sam's and Tucker's lunch that day.
"I don't know, sir," Danny lied.
"What is it? What the hell is it!" he demanded.
"It's not mine, honest!" he cried.
"I don't believe you. I think you're lying. I think you have money in your room somewhere, and I want it now."
Jack had confiscated most of Danny's personal belongings, except twenty-five dollars, his picture of his mother, Jazz, and the picture of the three of them together.
"I don't have any," Danny said. The money he did have was hidden well, and he would never tell anyone where it was. Not even in his "not-so-personal" journal, because he had a feeling his father read that as well.
Jack's alcoholic breath beat fast on Danny's breath and he started to kick him. "Where is it?" he yelled.
"I don't have any," Danny cried. After a few minutes, he lay there and his father left the room.
Mom, I wish you were alive, he thought. I really wish – the telephone rang downstairs and Jack started talking. His voice turned happy, and Danny's face paled.
God, tell me he's not headed for the bar… Danny prayed as his father walked back into his room.
"Danny," his father said, "I'm headed for the bar. But first, one thing. I have a chance to get Jazz back into custody. There will be a trial hearing in two weeks. Don't fuck this up, okay?" he demanded. He walked out the door before even seeing Danny's reply.
Danny nodded. What was he going to do? He could tell the judge, but no one would believe him, just like Vlad.
He could tell someone, but who would believe him? His friends would, but they didn't have enough evidence to hold it up in court.
Should he have his sister there? Would it really make anything better or would it make it worse, having to hide everything from his sister?
After much thought and realization, he realized one thing: he couldn't let his sister come there. There was no way he would let it happen.
None.
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Sorry that was so short again. I'll update ASAP!
