Author's Note: Whoo! Had an inspirational moment and wrote this chapter and chapter thirteen all in two hours. Yeah! Right now, I'm on chapter sixteen, so expect more chapters more often.
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Lovesick
Chapter Twelve
Danny awoke the next morning to a soft knocking on his door. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the bright morning light that shone behind his curtains.
"Danny?" Sam's voice asked behind the closed door.
Danny stood up and opened the door. Sam stood there, already dressed. She was wringing her hands nervously as a child who was caught doing something bad might do.
"What's wrong Sam?" Danny asked as Sam stepped into the room. She walked over and sat on the edge of his bed.
"There's something I have to tell you," Sam said, staring at the curtains.
Danny walked and sat beside her. "Go on," he said.
Sam shifted her weight slightly. She loved Danny, and she didn't want to upset him. But if she did...
"Please," Sam whimpered, images of rape flashing through her mind. "Please, don't hurt me."
Danny laughed in confusion. "Sam, why would I hurt you?"
Sam tore her eyes away from the curtain, which was now fluttering up and down from the morning breeze. She took a deep breath and stared into his eyes. "Danny, I think I might be pregnant."
-DP-
Danny felt as though he was going to burst with excitement. He had taken her to the hospital as soon as the words had left her lips. After a few tests, the doctor had smiled and confirmed their suspicions. Sam, he had said, was indeed pregnant.
Now they sat under the same Maple tree in the park, watching as the park filled with early morning joggers and kids.
Sam rested her head against Danny's shoulder, feeling tense. Danny felt it too; that couldn't be good for the baby.
"Sam, what's wrong?"
Sam just shook her head. "I don't know about this Danny. It's such short notice, and, well, I'm.. nervous."
She didn't mention the fact that since her grandmother had been right, she now had to choose between the baby or her lover.
"Don't worry, Sammie. Everything will be alright." Danny soothed, stroking her hair.
-DP-
Maddie knocked on Sam's door. "Sam, are you in there?"
When nobody answered, Maddie slowly opened the door. The bed was made, the curtains drawn. The room was silent, not a single piece of paper out of place. It was as though nobody lived here.
"Sam?" Maddie called again, walking across the empty room. She knocked on the bathroom door.
"Sam, don't forget, we're having lunch today!"
Maddie pushed open the door. She quickly scanned the room, which, she admitted, was pretty big. She was about to leave when something caught her eye. Something blue, small enough to fit in her hand. A cell phone.
Maddie closed the bathroom door behind her, the cell phone in her hand. She walked back across the room and sat on Sam's bed, the mattress sinking beneath her weight. The phone was probably Sam's, she thought. Sam must have forgotten it.
Although it was against her better judgment, Maddie opened the phone. Suddenly, an electronic voice called out, echoing across the empty room. You have one new voice mail.
Interested, Maddie pushed the View Now button. After a minute, Moon's voice rang out.
Sam!
Where are you, Sammie? Did you check? I was right, was I not?
Of course I was! I'm never wrong! Now that you know, BRING ME DANNY'S HEAD. Or else, you know what would happen.
Finish Pamela's work! Make your filthy mother proud.
It is your destiny, Samantha Manson.
Call me when you have. Else, I don't want to hear from you! Bring me young Danny's head, or you know what will happen...
The phone slipped out of Maddie's numb fingers. It fell to the carpet, snapping shut. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't possibly be real. Sam Manson was Pamela Manson's daughter?
Author's Note: Dun dun dun!
Sam really is pregnant? Who will she choose?
And gasp! Maddie has figured it out? What will she do? Will she tell Danny? Or worse: will she tell Vlad? How will Sam react to all this? WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?
Oohh, the climax is building...