Danny’s terrible experience Chapter 5: Ch5, a danny phantom fanfic

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Chapter 5

Flashback/bad dream...

Danny sighed, trying to ignore the sounds around him and how it was all just making the throbbing in his head so much worse. He had been hit in the head with a dodge ball, multiple times, and he was feeling sick to his stomach. He almost considered going to the school nurse to see if he had a minor concussion or something before walking home, but he shamed the idea before really settling on it.

He had fared much worse and not seen a doctor; Danny was sure that he could live with the possibility of a dodge ball induced concussion. He had just opened his gym locker to get his regular clothes when his last name was called from the doorway of the locker room. It was his gym teacher.

"Fenton, come back out here. I want to talk to you."

The halfa sighed. Danny knew this was going to turn into one of those, 'You need to make yourself less of a target' type speeches, so he grit his teeth and made his way out of the noisy locker room to get it done and over with. Danny just wanted to go home; gym was his last class of the day, after all he couldn't wait for date night with Wes tomorrow night.

And sure enough, the man just droned on about how Danny needed to 'put forth a little more effort and stop taking everyone's crap', and even though he knew his teacher meant well, Danny couldn't help the irritation that rose in him at being talked at like that for the billionth time. And instead of listening to his teacher's speech, the halfa wistfully thought about how everything would be so much easier if people knew he was the phantom. But of course, that wasn't an option. Besides Wes would just over protective.

Students filed out of the locker room behind the pair, and Danny became restless as he realized he was the only student left in the gym except for his boyfriend who was in the locker room shower. the man left Danny to his own devices and disappeared from the gym to head to his own home. It was Friday, after all. The man most likely just didn't want to be there any longer than Danny himself did. ("I'm just excited about date night with Wes tomorrow!") he thought to himself excitedly.

Danny's headache had multiplied tenfold by the time he had made his way back into the locker room to get changed. Due to the way that he had his eyes buried in his palms to block out the insufferable florescent lighting, and the way his own heart was pounding in his ears, the halfa simply assumed he was alone in the room as he waited patiently for Wes.

Oh how very wrong he was.

Danny was given no warning before something hard hit him from behind. "WES HELP!" He screamed as Laughter erupted from above him, and the dazed teen barely mustered the energy to roll over and look in the direction of his attackers. "WES HELP ME PLEASE!!" Danny screamed again before someone put there hand on his mouth. A group of four jocks had him surrounded in a semicircle, identical and cruel smirks dancing on all their lips.

That's when Wes ran up to them fully dressed. "Leave him alone!!" He demanded as he stomped his foot. The jocks just chuckled mimicking Wes as they said "ohh a ginger I'm so scared!" The 4 jocks said sarcastically before knocking Wes out cold.

Vicious and unforgiving kicks, stomps, jeers and taunts were all thrown at him, and from his prone position of being curled up on the ground, Danny could not retaliate. He had his chin tucked to his chest, one arm above his head and the other around his ribs, trying in vain to protect those areas. The unprovoked beating seemed to stretch on for an impossibly long time, until the group of boys finally began to dissipate. "WES!" Danny screamed again.

A few harsh words were still thrown his way as the group headed for the exit, but Danny really wasn't paying attention now. He was more focused on trying to breathe, and Wes who was very slowly becoming conscious. trying not to pass out, and Danny was really trying to pull himself together so he could get up off the ground. He never succeeded.

One of the boys broke off from the departing group, offering a simple, "I'll catch up to you guys later," as his only explanation. It was only him, Danny and Wes in the locker room now. Heading back over to the beaten teen, the jock quickly halted the halfa's attempts of getting up with a kick to his side, sending Danny back down to the ground.

"WES!" Danny screamed again as Danny did he saw Wes fully conscious. The jock leaned down and roughly pulled on Danny's shoulders, turning him over so he was laying flat on his stomach. Danny tried to get his hands underneath of him so he could push himself back up, but all that did was give his attacker enough room to weasel his own hand under Danny's squirming form, down to the crotch of his jeans.

Danny froze. The other teen chuckled, slow and dark and knowingly. Wes ran over to the jock and tryed to push him away from Danny.

"N-no." Fingers crept back up to the button and zipper attached to the denim before the jock knocked Wes out again. "W- Wes!.." Danny said quietly. "Stop. P-please, don't do this." The button was undone, and in one, smooth motion, the zipper was pulled down, followed by the actual jeans themselves. "S-stop it, this isn't funny!"

Danny's thrashing was once again brought to a halt as the larger teen above him grasped his wrists in one hand, uncomfortably tight, and pulled them above his head. The halfa shuddered as he felt hot breath wash over the back of his neck, a hand gripping painfully onto his bare hip, and a voice suddenly whispering harshly into his ear.

"Who said this was a joke?"

And the distressed gasp that Danny had released when sharp teeth sank into the junction of his neck and shoulder quickly turned into a full out scream when a more dominant pain exploded from his backside. The scream was cut off, though, when the hand on his hip moved to smash his face into the ground before finding its way back to its original position.

From somewhere else, there seemed to be a lighter presence trying to gain his attention. Danny gladly latched onto that lighter feeling, managing to let go of the pain that encompassed his entire being at the moment. He heard his name being called by two familiar voices, gently, and everything around him disappeared, except for that pressure on his hip.

"Danny, come on. Wake up." And that was all it took.

End of flashback/bad dream...

Danny didn't know what was going on at first. He knew that Dash was leaning over him, Wes and Dash talking at him in a reassuring toneand Danny knew that he was no longer back in the locker room, but there was a difference between knowing and understanding these things.

The hand on his hip was once again brought to his attention when fingertips brushed against sensitive, bruised skin, and the halfa opened his mouth to say something, but whatever Danny was planning on saying was lost to a choked sob instead. "It's okie Danny your alright it was just a bad dream." Wes said in a calm and sweet tone before giving a slight smile. Dash and Wes helped him sit up, and somewhere in the back of the battered teen's mind, the thought occurred to Danny that maybe he should say something back to the other jock to let him know that he was alright.

Only, Danny wasn't alright. Not in the least bit. So instead of speaking, he opted to hug Wes again and slightly tighter this time, Wes just hugged back. But the tears didn't really come until Danny zeroed in on the words spilling out of Dash's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Danny. I am so- So fucking sorry." Dash said as he looked away.

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