Chapter 3

The swish of the wind, and the panting of a small girl, stood for the fact that someone was after her. But the situation was completely different. Her name was shouted in the air, but the shouts fell deaf upon her ears. She knew that the man she left had something to hide, otherwise his behavior was not justified. Danielle thought what had happen to the person who she thought she was half in love with. Everyone called it a crush, but she knew better. The scene by the fountain clearly showed what kind of person Daniel James Fenton was. She was surprised that her sister was out of his clutches so fast. But she could be wrong.

But the nagging feeling on the back of her head was yet to prove her wrong. She just hoped, and prayed to God, that she was wrong.

As she entered her mansion through the open double doors, she entered the veranda, and without so much as a moment to breathe, she ripped open the envelope, and pulled out the paper in it. The letter that Danny wanted to give to her sister. She read the words on top of it, Dear Sam... The rest of the letter was a blur for her. Her breath hitched as she finished reading the letter. Never in her life had she expected something like this.

The person she grew up with, who she appraised more than her own family. Who she thought was her friend. He was a sex maniac.

She shuddered, unable to tear her eyes from the words written on the paper. Those words horrified her more than anything. Then slowly her surroundings came into view, and she almost fainted. She knew what to do, her lips stretched into a thin line, and sheer determination in her eyes. She didn't know when the hand that was holding the envelope fell to her side, and as she crumpled the envelope. Her knuckles wrapped around the guilty package. She took a deep breath and suddenly she knew what, how and when she was going to put Danny Fenton to a stop. She wasn't going to let him hurt her sister.

She walked towards the living room, where the sound of people clapping their hands together in glee, and the sound of music reverberated. Dani took dainty steps inside.

She was going to protect her sister.

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"Oh Jonathan! I had thought that my eyes would never get to see you come home," the shrill voice of Pamela Manson made Sam scoff. She saw the scene in front of her, as her mother held her brother in a tight embrace, and as she showered him with kisses. This was a pathetic sight for Sam, she crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting the moment to end. Her mother was a bit to clingy for her own good.

She sighed for the millionth time that hour, and Jonathan laughed at the dull emotion on her sister's face, but held her mother in place.

The door creaked, and a raven haired girl walked in, slowly. But at the sight of her brother, she squealed and ran towards him. Pamela backed away for her youngest daughter to embrace her son. But before Danielle launched herself in Jonathan's arms, she walked towards Sam and hastily gave her the convict letter. Then she ran in her brother's arms, "Good to have you back, John!" Confusion etched Sam's face, and she unfolded the letter and glanced at it. Her expression turned from dull to alert. She gasped and looked at her sister.

Dear Sam,

You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad. The truth is, I feel rather light-headed and foolish in your presence, Sam, and I don't think I can blame the heat! Will you forgive me?

In my dreams I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. In my thoughts I make love to you all day long.

Danny

She couldn't think, she couldn't even blink her eyes, and when her mind came to its senses, the first thought that engulfed her was, "This must have been in an envelope!" a letter like this couldn't have come exposed. Her eyes widened as realization hit her, "Did you read this, Danielle!" her voice losing its soft octave, and her mother glanced her way. But she didn't heed her stare. She kept her face trained on her sister, who was picked up by their brother, and swung around like a little child.

Dani didn't turn Sam's way, but answered, "Yes!" there was a pause, to indicate that she had answered Sam, without letting any one notice she continued, "Of course! I would love to hasten up the preparations of the play for you, John!" To everyone, it looked like she had ignored Sam's question, but both sisters knew better. Sam was sure to have a word with her sister, to make her promise her that she would never utter a word about this letter. But that was for later, now she had to decipher the meaning of the words written with thick black ink from a type writer. She wanted to discover the unhidden sentiment that the letter indicated.

She stared at the words in disbelief. But as her own running thoughts calmed down, she found herself with the reality of the situation. How could she have missed it? The longing glances, the soft unnoticeable and accidental touches. The stammering, and how thick the tension was between them. How he refused to go to college before her. A strange explanation for every thing. How he always managed to be as close to her as possible. How could she not notice the signs that had smacked in front of her a million times.

Her breathing slowed as she felt her chest bubble with a feeling she thought she would never feel. She felt whole, she felt complete. The feelings she felt were happily returned, by just a few words sprawled on a piece of paper. To the others, the thoughts and feeling she deciphered were moronic, but to her it made complete sense.

Then lo and behold, she smiled. She knew how she was going to come out to him. She glanced at the father clock in the corner of the heavily lit room, she had more than enough time to get ready. She didn't notice her family giving her strange looks, but she was beyond happy to care. After years of watching, reading and listening to romantic tales, she was finally going to get hers.

She ran to her room and locked the door behind her, she pulled the handle of her closet and rummaged through her clothing. Nothing seemed to fit her mood. The dress she was supposed to wear was left forgotten, and she pulled out another dress. And deep purple dress that clung to her bosom, and sprawled across the feet. It was a sleeveless dress with straps. The neck line dipped low, just lying slightly above her chest. She pulled the dress through the handle and placed it on her body and checked herself in the full length mirror. She smiled as she thought that this would do.

She wasted no time in taking a shower for the third time that day. And got dressed. She untangled her locks and pulled the stray bang that lied on her forehead, behind and held it together with a small pin that had a shimmer on the rose design. She bit her shining lips and looked herself in the mirror. She sighed and went to the window where the sun was already out of the horizons. It wouldn't be long before he came. Just the thought brought a small smile on her lips. And she waited.

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Danielle looked out of the window and saw that the sun was almost down, that meant that he was going to come any time soon. Just the thought of him brought a sneer on her face. She had to stop him before he hurt her sister. She knew of his motivations and his plans. She was going to protect her sister. The door to her room opened and her cousin came in. She looked nothing like the over-confident girl who ordered her around. Star's face looked pale, and her hair was an array mess. She was suddenly shy. Dani watched as Star fiddled with her fingers then the hem of her dress.

Her eyes wandering all over the room. She kept a distance from Dani, and that made Dani worry. She whispered, "Are you alright?" Star looked up at Dani, almost alarmed. She started fumbling with words, and Dani patted the spot next her. Star came slowly, as if her movements brought pain in her. She sat down, but she was still stiff. Her body composure brought tremors in Dani's eyes. Something was bothering Star, so she asked, "What happen?" Star looked up and Dani saw that there were unshed tears on her face. A stray tear rolled down her cheek and onto her bare arm.

Dani looked at Star's arms, there were nail marks, and small cuts and bruises on them. Dani gasped and held her arms in her hands, "Who did this?" Star looked alarmed, but her voice released from her throat, "Adam! He wants to go home. He tackled me in the bathroom and did this," she said swiftly. Dani narrowed her eyes, "That's unfair. I'll go talk some sense in him," she was about to get up but Star latched her arm in her direction and grasped Dani's hand, "No!" her voice quivered.

Dani sighed at the look of horror on Star's face, and sat down. After a series of soft sniffles, Star calmed down. She looked up at Dani, who had a soft look on her face, that meant the she could share anything with her. That she didn't need to worry. Star tried to trek the conversation away from herself and asked, "What was wrong with you? You looked angry all evening!" Dani looked at her, her own sapphire orbs widening. She didn't know if she could tell Star about it. But the way Star placed her hands on hers, she knew that she needed to take the load off. She bit her lips and swallowed the lump in her throat.

Her eyes filled with wariness, "Can I tell you a secret?" she didn't know if she should refer that as a secret. The gleam in Star's eyes returned and she edged closer to her, "Yes!" she breathed out.

Dani took a deep breath and looked Star in the eye, "What's the worst word you can think of?"

Confusion was embedded in the look on Star's face, and she told her everything. Starting from the conversation she had with her sister, to the scene by the fountain, to the letter. Star gasped as the truth was revealed to her. And Dani felt part of her load lessen. Star looked at Dani with her mouth agape. Her resolve came back, "You ought to tell the police!" and Dani assured her that she would wait till his arrival. And both settled at that.

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The moment he rang the bell, he was a bundle of nerves. He could hear her voice ringing in his head, where she yelled at him. And how she would threaten him. He even thought the extent of ignoring she would do from now on. His palms were already sweating, albeit the soft cool wind playing past him. The creaking of the door made him whip his head, his breathing was heavy. But the sight made him forget how to breathe.

There she stood in the doorway, her elbows lying on the door, as she stared at him. Her dress was clinging to her body. The dress showed of her curves, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She had a daring look in her eyes, and a soft smile on her lips. She was seducing him with the way she puckered her lips and kept her eyes locked with his. He gulped, but he found that his mouth was parched.

She looked breath taking, she looked like an angel as the light reflected from behind her. She batted her eye lashes and smirked at the hungry look in his eyes. Her neck and shoulders were exposed for him.

The voice from behind her caused their daze to break. And Danny settled his suit.

"Whose at the door, Sam?"

"Danny!"

The way she spoke his name made him shiver in delight. But blinked his eyes and tried to think up the apologies he had thought of in the way.

"I'm sorry..." he couldn't finish his sentence as she murmured, "I know."

She stepped out of the door way, and prompted him to come inside. He walked slowly, trying to avoid eye contact. She licked her lips and turned towards the hallway, "Follow me," and he walked behind her, with his head dipped below. They entered the library, and Danny finally looked up, "Sam, it was a mistake. I..." she interrupted, "A mistake?" she scoffed.

"I put the wrong one in the envelope."

"Yes."

The hurried and small replies made him sigh. She walked further into the large library. She halted in front of a shelf, and turned to face him. There was safe distance between them. He had thought that she would have told him to leave the moment he had arrived. But this gave him a chance to explain himself.

"Dani read it," she said.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered.

She was moving further away, toward the corner, into deeper shadow. Even though he thought she was recoiling from him, he took another couple of steps in her direction.

"It was a stupid thing. You were never meant to read it. No one was."

Still she shrank away. One elbow was resting on the shelves, and she seemed to slide along them, as though about to disappear between the books. He heard a soft, wet sound, the kind that is made when one is about to speak and the tongue unglued from the roof of the mouth. But she said nothing. It was only then that it occurred to him that she might not be shrinking from him, but drawing him with her deeper into the gloom. From the moment he had pressed the bell he had nothing to lose. So he walked toward her slowly as she slipped back, until she was in the corner where she stopped and watched him approach. He too stopped, less than four feet away. He was close enough now.

"It had been there for weeks. Perhaps it's months. I don't know. But today...all day it's been strange. I mean, I've been seeing strangely, as if for the first time. Everything has looked different, too sharp, too real. Even my own hands looked different. At other times I seem to be watching events as if they happened long ago. And all day I've been furious with you, and with myself. I thought that I'd be perfectly happy never seeing you or speaking to you again. I thought you'd go off to medical school and I'd be happy. I was so angry with you. I suppose it's been a way of not thinking about it. Rather convenient really..." she gave a shaky laugh, and her eyes rimmed with tears.

He said, "It?"

"You knew before me. Something has happened, hasn't it? And you knew before me. It's like being close up to something so large you don't even see it. Even now, I'm not sure I can. But I know it's there. I know it's there because it made me behave ridiculously. And you, of course...But this morning, I've never done anything like that before. Afterward I was so angry about it. Even as it was happening. I told myself I'd given you a weapon to use against me. Then, this evening, when I began to understand, well, how could I have been so ignorant about myself? And so stupid?" her tears escaped, and she saw that he was staring intently at her.

She pressed herself further in the shelf, "You do know what I'm talking about? Tell me you do!" She needed to know if all evening, what she had thought wasn't some bizarre imagination. But a reality.

He stared at her, "I do," and with that he closed the gap between them and captured her lips in his own. He kissed her with ferocity and she was having trouble standing. She used the ladder beside her to keep her standing, and her hands buried themselves in his hair as he held her waist. After a moment he pulled back, breathing heavily. Both stared at each other for the longest time, and then a small smile started etching Sam's lips, and she moved forward and brushed her lips softly against his. To make her feel loved, and he did just that.

Both moaned and mewed, as his lips crashed on her neck and nibbled his way down, the strap of her dress falling off of her. And she herself tangled in him. Her legs slid up and caught him around the waist and unbuckled his belt. His hands moved the material of her dress up her legs and she gasped as she felt him. Both stopped and nestled themselves together. Moving together, closer. Lost in each other until she climaxed. He didn't wait a second more, groaned deeply and spilled inside her. Both were panting hard, she moved back and looked him in the eye and whispered, "Danny," he whispered back hoarsely, "Sam."

The hesitation Sam had felt before melted as she whispered breathlessly, "I love you."

"I love you," he whispered back, and his head whipped around as he heard the door of the library open. And both stared in the eyes of a thirteen year old girl, who had her hands on her mouth and her face was tear strained, "Sam!" she croaked.

Okay, done. I am beyond exhausted and it is so hot that I don't even want to write. Okay I had said that there was a sex scene, and here it is. I wasn't going to write the lemon part. And don't expect that I ever would.

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Love,

Red