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RECAP:

"JACK, WHERE THE HELL IS MY GRANDMOTHER'S PIANO?"

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Luckily for Jack, he was good at comebacks. "I sold it, Maddie," he said. "I couldn't bear for it to be there – it was a constant reminder of you."

"Why is Danny's room stripped?"

"Stripped?" Sam and Tucker asked in confusion.

"Go look," Maddie ordered, "There's nothing there."

"Nothing there?" Tucker gasped. "Well, that would explain why he wore the same shirt five days in a row – ow!"

"We'll look," Sam said, understanding that the two needed some alone time with each other. She gasped when she entered Danny's room.

It looked more like a prison. It had a desk, a chair, a hard bed, and a dresser.

"She wasn't kidding!" gasped Sam.

"No, she wasn't." Tucker pulled open his friend's drawers to reveal his most recent journal. He turned it open to the first page and saw what he never wanted to see from his friend.

Blood.

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Danny shook his head, trying to stay awake. At least the handcuffs were better then the box he was in the last time he'd visited Vlad's apartment.

"I hate you, I do hope you know that," Danny spat as Vlad paced back and forth. He couldn't even see to get a response from him today. Something was on his mind; something sinister, something…

Danny decided not to push his buttons. He was alive, and that was a good thing. He didn't want to see anything change about that detail – because if he wasn't alive, he'd be dead.

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"Blood," Sam gasped. Tucker started to move but she grabbed him and read the first journal entry:

Dear Journal,

My father hates me! Ever since Mom died, which was yesterday, things haven't been the same. Crap, I'm so ticked off right now, you wouldn't believe how upset I am about things, mostly the fact that he held me down and beat me on the floor yesterday.

I can practically hear the laughter from whoever's reading this. "Jack Fenton wouldn't abuse his kid."

Like hell he wouldn't. He sold my grandmother's piano, my mother's silk blouse (it was nearly 200 years old,) and my stuff. Except the basics.

I can't believe him, he's such a (censor), this sucks… Yes, life sucks. I know how Sam feels, only worse.

Man, I miss hanging out with Tucker and Sam. I haven't seen them in awhile. I should see them tomorrow (mom's funeral.)

The police have ruled my mother's death as an accident, but I know Vlad did it. Just like I know my father found out my secret.

I hate Vlad. I hope he dies and goes to a dark, deep, place, and never returns.

EVER.

Danny F.

Sam gasped. "We have to get this to Maddie."

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Danny shook his head once again trying to clear the cobwebs. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in about three weeks. He wished he could sleep easily like he used to before his mother died.

"Is my mother dead?" he asked.

Vlad continued pacing the floor, saying nothing. Danny was getting ticked. Usually he could get a reaction from Vlad, good or bad. This creased-out sickout-killer calm version of Vlad scared him.

"Vlad?" he dared to ask again. Vlad didn't say anything, he just turned and paced the floor as he walked around.

"I have to leave," he said, finally, withdrawing a needle from his pocket. "But with this, you won't feel anything…" he stopped, pausing to inject the needle partially into Danny's arm. …"For a long while."

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