A/N: Hey, guys! New chappie! Danny POV this time. I don't own Danny Phantom! How many times must I tell you?
Danny?-chapter 4
I see Mom staring at the door as soon as she hears Dad come in the front door.
I use this as a time to "go ghost". My energy's back and my wound is fast fading. I go intangible and fly through my bedroom wall and out of the house.
Where do I go? What do I do? Sam. That's where I'll go. Sam's house.
I float there, and tap on her window. I'm still Phantom. She looks surprised, but not unhappy as she lifts up latch on her window. I slide in, being followed by the crisp air.
There she is. Sam, clad in black shorts and a tank-top. My saving grace. The one who keeps me sane through all of this.
I break down crying before she can get a word in. I change back into Fenton. Back into me. She comforts me and pats me. She tells me it'll be alright.
But I know it won't. Mom may not hate me. But I know for a fact Dad will. Daddy's gonna hate me. I think that over and over again. Daddy's gonna hate me. Daddy gonna hate me.
The sad mantra only makes the tears flow faster.