Chapter 5.

The class rushed from the room, none faster than Danny did though. Once out the door, he remembered that gym was next. This was going to suck even worst than HR with Lancer.

Man was he right.

As he got his new locker open and put his backpack inside, Quan and Dash were coming closer. Danny was about to go find a quiet place to change unseen when Quan and Dash shared a quick glance before shoving Danny, hard, against his locker. Then they went of to there own lockers laughing the whole way.

Danny stood there gasping, his ribs aching terribly. After about a minute or two he continued on to the bathroom to change.

Since today was the first day of gym, they wouldn't really be doing anything till tomorrow. But, oh joy, today would be a dodge ball day.

" Okay Ladies," Coach Jones yelled, putting her whistles to her lips, "on the count of three. One, two, pweet." The whistle sounded and surprise, surprise the members of the football team were the first to get the balls. And bodies scattered in every direction, trying to escape them.

Danny ran and dodged and remained unharmed. The numbers dwindled till only Danny, Dash, Quan, and three other football players were left. Quan, and three of his teammates held four of the balls. Danny had only one. Danny quickly aimed and fired, doing what nobody had ever done before. He hit Dash, knocking him out of the game.

Quan quickly retrieved the ball, then nodded to his team members. Danny was pelted by four balls some hitting his chest others hitting his back. Quan still held the remaining ball. Getting as close as he dared, Quan aimed and threw the ball nailing Danny in the face.

Thanks to his summer and his fathers games, he didn't let a sound escape his lips. Not even when some of the girls gasped as he reached up to touch his nose. From the familiar pain, Danny knew it was broken. The rush of blood just confirmed it.

Coach Jones blew her whistle then signaled Sam and Tucker over. "Manson, Folley, take Fenton up to the clinic then hurry back to class. Quan, I know that was intentional. You will receive one-week detention. Of course you will be excused for football practice. We had better win this year."

If looks could kill Danny would be dead. Quan leaned closer to some of his buddies and began plotting revenge.

Danny on the other hand, was glad to escape gym class early. He was also glad that his nose had begun bleeding because one of his wounds on his chest had opened back up. The whole walk up to the nurses office Sam and Tucker walked in front of Danny Holding hands and planning there date for the weekend.

Once there the nurse gave Danny a cold pack, then did something that Danny wished that she hadn't done. She called his father to come pick him up.

When Jack arrived, he spoke softly to the nurse to see if Danny was all right. Carefully watch her expression to make sure that Danny hadn't said anything about his other injuries. When he was sure that his secret was safe, Jack gently picked Danny up. Or so it looked like he lifted him carefully. Jack purposely brushed his hand across one of Danny's newer injuries, holding in his pleasure of having so much control over his sons existence.

They reached the Fenton assault vehicle quickly. Were Jack glanced around before shove Danny in the trunk. "Can't have you ruining the inside of my vehicle." Jack laughed, closing and locking the trunk. Even though space was tight Danny managed to fall asleep. Completely forgetting himself.

His father grabbed him jerking Danny from his peaceful sleep by the scruff of his neck. "Well, What are you waiting for? You have a lot of chores and I want Dinner in Two hours. Steak dinner. Well? Get to work!" Jack yelled into Danny's face then threw him in to the living room, laughing when he heard the sickening sound of bones crunching.

So Danny began his chores then worked on dinner. All the while thinking, "Why didn't I tell? Why didn't I say anything?" and hating himself the whole time. After serving his father he continued to work until his father finish leaving minimal scrapes of food for Danny to eat. Thankful for anything Danny wolfed down his meager dinner before cleaning the dishes. Danny headed up the stairs to prepare for his punishment.