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Danny? Chapter 6
Sam's house.
He's at Sam's.
I'm running. The speed feels amazing.
The wind is in my favor.
I knock on the front door. A disgruntled Mrs. Manson comes out, in a robe.
"Hello, Mrs. Manson. Is Danny here?" I ask, trying to be polite.
"Not that I know of."
"Well, could I look? I've been worried sick all night and…"
"Fine."
I tiptoe upstairs. As I walk down the hall I see a door, painted black.
Here it is, her room.
I open the door, slowly. It's only open a crack.
I peer in. Danny and Sam are sitting on Sam's bed. I hear them whispering, softly.
"Danny, you don't know that. Your parents love you. They always have."
"They hate Phantom. Which means they hate me."
I trip. The door to Sam's bedroom flies open.
Danny and Sam scramble out of the bed.
"Trust me, Danny, I won't hurt you."
"Okay, Mom." He says softly, lowering his head, even softer he says," Does Dad know?"
"No."
"Thank you."
"Mrs. Fenton, can Danny just stay here tonight? I mean he's having some trouble coping and…"
"Sam, any other time I would, but my son and I need to have a talk."
"But, Mrs. Fenton-"
"No "buts"! Danny, come on"
"Alright. But do we have to tell Dad?"
"Of course we do."
Danny follows me out. His face is pale. His palms are sweaty.
I feel bad that I have made him feel this way, but I have to.
I have to.