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This fanfic is rated T!!
Warning: Mention of Rape and mild Language etc. I will let you know if there is anything else.
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Btw Wes is a natural born halfa in my fanfic.
Chapter 2
Kwan was leading the way through a back alley that would cut across a more populated road to Dash's own street, when Danny started to wake up for the first time. Darkened blue eyes shot open, swirling with electric green and panic. "LET ME GO!" Danny screamed with fear. Dash practically dropped him with how much Danny struggled against his hold.
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"Fenton! Calm down!" Dash yelled at the halfa, bending over him to restrain his upper body. Wrong move, as it happened to be. Danny bit down hard onto Dash's left arm, drawing blood and falling to the ground when the other male released him in his pained surprise. He just barely caught himself, twisting around onto his back and aiming to protect himself.
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Dash landed hard on his knees, one on either side of Danny's hips, and managed to get a hold of the panicking teen's hands, pinning the offending limbs above Danny's head. ("Wes where are you?") Danny thought to himself as he felt like crying again. Dash noted that the halfa's eyes weren't the only thing chaning colors. Wild, messy hair with streaks of white through it sneaked into the way of green-blue, watery eyes.
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It took Dash a few minutes to realize that Danny was whispering a hoarse mantra of, "Please don't, no, please, no, no, no. Oh god, don't." The quarterback shook his head at Danny, confused and angry and worried. "What happened to you..?" He whispered to himself more than to Danny, but the teen underneath of him shook his head frantically, closing his eyes tight and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow, resigned to whatever he thought Dash was going to do to him.
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The football player's gaze softened as he fingered a purple and yellow bite mark (hickey?) on the side of Danny's neck. Danny flinched again, letting out a low whimpering sound. "C'mon, Dash," Kwan broke in, quiet for once. "Let's just get him home." Dash sighed heavily, hanging his head. As his grip loosened on Danny's wrists, the halfa turned to look up at him. "Kwan do you think Wes did this to Danny?" Dash whispered before looking at Danny again. "Maybe." Kwan whispers back.
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With tears and blood coating his face, he mumbled, "D-Dash?" The jock snapped his eyes down to look at Danny. "I'm sorry." Green-blue orbs slowly blinked, before shutting fully again without waiting for an answer. Danny was out again, as Wes finally caught up to the two jocks before standing in front of them. "Where ever your taking Danny I'm coming along!" Wes demand.
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The second time Danny woke up, he was laying on a bed, curled up on his side and hugging a pillow to his chest. He saw Wes sitting right next to him. "Danny I'm glad your awake." Wes says in a soft tone. Danny was still in his ruined clothes, still dirty, still...The halfa stopped his train of thought. Everything was quiet, but Danny thought he could hear voices some distance away. Some days, he was overly thankful for his ghost powers. Danny sighed. He wasn't too concerned with figuring out where he was; he knew Dash had carried him somewhere, and it was only logical to assume that is was the jock's own home.
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The battered teen tried to stop the onslaught of memories that came next, but he failed miserably. Danny sat up, tears leaking down his face from both the physical and emotional pain, hugging Wes as he buried his face in his boyfriend's chest. Danny wanted to scream. He wanted to scream, cry, hit something, someone. He felt broken and tired and 300% done. He was over it.
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When he calmed down enough, the teen raised his eyes to look around. He was almost shocked to see a pair of grey sweatpants with a tank top and pullover hoodie folded up on the desk near the bedroom door. There was a note sitting on top of the folded clothes, and as Wes helped Danny slowly got up and padded over to it, he made sure to keep there footfalls quiet. The halfa picked the note up with shaking fingers, glancing over Dash's scrawled handwriting.
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'Danny, you can take a shower then put these on if you want. There are plastic bags under the bathroom counter, just put your clothes in one. Come down when you're ready, I want to ask you about something.'
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Danny scowled at the note. Of course Dash wanted to ask him about something. Of course. Tears pricked the corners of the teen's eyes again and he brushed them away angrily. He didn't want to cry. It wasn't going to help or change anything and he didn't want to cry. So, instead of dwelling on it, again Wes helps Danny walk to the bathroom and tried not to stare at all the bruises as he got ready for a much needed shower. As Wes waited outside the bathroom waiting patiently for his boyfriend.
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