Well I know that people have been impatient for this chapter. I understand. After I lost a friend in a car accident I've had a bad case of writers block but I think I'm better now. Well I hope you enjoy.

Gym.

Danny couldn't bare to think of what is father, no master, was going to do when he didn't arrive promptly after school. Whatever punishment he was going to receive, Danny knew that it was going to be very painful.

After grabbing his gym clothes, Danny headed to the bathroom and waited till it was almost empty before changing quickly. Little did he know that Dash was watching him carefully. Glancing left then right to be sure the coast was clear, Danny gently unwrapped his arm.

'Damn,' Danny thought. The blister had burst and his arm ached terribly with every beat of his heart. From where Dash was hiding, he could just make out the look of pain on Danny's face and the shinny redness on his bandaged arm.

Funny Dash hadn't even noticed earlier that Danny was wearing long sleeves. Wondering what he was hiding, Dash quickly came out of his hiding place, only to have the gym teacher pop his head in to tell every one to get out to the gym.

Danny managed to listen to the instructions for the period. They had to climb the rope to the top of the gym. "Who ever doesn't make it today will try again tomorrow, and the next day and the next day until every person has made it to the top. If you manage to do it in your first try you will move on to something new tomorrow." Coach informed the class. "When I call your name at least come up and make an attempt. Baxter, you're up first."

Dash walked up to the rope and without much struggle climbed to the top and back down. "Good job Baxter, Foley your up." Tucker didn't even manage to get off the ground, which most, no, everyone expected. They weren't expecting what happened next. "Fenton."

Danny walked up to rope, his head filled with nothing but the pain he was in. When he raised his arms to grasp the rope he could feel his chest tearing, and the soft trickle of blood sliding down. Then something wonderful happened, Danny felt light as a feather, as he pulled himself up, one hand at a time.

To say the least, everyone was surprised that he had made it all the way up. But when his feet were back on solid ground he felt so heavy that he swayed. When the coach placed a hand on his shoulder he tried not to flinch. "Fenton, are you alright?" She asked. When Danny gave her a confused look she nodded towards his shirt.

It looked as if a dark color paint had been poured down his front. "Yes. I'm fine. May I please be excused?" Danny rush out of the Gym not waiting for an answer. Shaking her head she proceeded to call out names. By the end of the class only two people had managed to reach the top. Dash and Danny.

Meanwhile, Danny was in the bathroom, after he managed to make a block out of a broom he stripped off his shirt and saw the blood mess that was his body. Grabbing some paper towels he wet them and began cleaning himself up. After rinsing his shirt the best he could he slipped it back on and waited till it was time to dress back out.

'Wonderful. Now I get to go to detention.' Danny thought as he grabbed his bag and escaped the crowd of teenagers rushing to get the hell out of there. 'This was just another wonderfully exciting moment in my life.'

Well tell me what you think. I also want feed back as to how far you want me to go with the abuse. I can write anything.