A/N: This is a some what short chapter. I don't know how I feel about it, I think it might be somewhat unnecessary but maybe not.

Lindsay walked into her house with a smile still on her lips from the afternoon's events. She felt like nothing could touch her at this moment but then she saw her mother sitting in the living room looking pissed. Her mother wasn't usually home this early so Lindsay knew this wasn't good.

"Where were you," her mother asked.

"I was out with a friend," Lindsay replied.

"You could have called. I had Jacob here; he had a cancellation and came here so you could have your session with him today. I took off work early today to meet him here expecting to find you home from school but when I got home the house was empty and you weren't picking up you phone," she said angrily.

When Lindsay didn't say anything her mother continued. "You know how important your preparation for the SAT's is," she chastised. Jacob was Lindsay's private SAT tutor who came once a week to help Lindsay study.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't know," Lindsay replied softly knowing that this rant wouldn't end for a while.

"God, I was so embarrassed. He was nice enough to come here and I had to apologize for wasting his time. Any number of people would love to have him as a tutor for their daughter and you have him and you waste his time," she ranted.

"I'm sorry mom," she tried again to end it.

"That's all good and well but that doesn't give him back the time he wasted here. He could have gone to any number of other clients who would have been just as eager to get an extra session out of him and he came to us. I had to pay him for the time he was here on top of it all," she continued.

"I'll make it up to you mom," Lindsay whispered.

"You'll make it up to me? What about him," her mother reprimanded.

When Lindsay could only look down and shrug her mother said, "Ok, you'll come into my office this weekend and do some filing, I think that would be fair. What you should really do is call Jacob up and apologize for wasting his time too," she finally finished her tirade and let Lindsay go up to her room with the promise that she would study some words and call Jacob the next day.

She was starting to feel that sensation again, the one that usually ended with a razor blade and an open wound. She couldn't believe her mood went from being light and happy to frustrated and angry in such a short time.

When Lindsay got up to her room she paced a little, she wanted to see if she could be strong for Danny and stop herself but the more she thought about what had just happened the more she wanted that release that only came from one thing.

She kept pacing, her breathes becoming shorter, tears welling up in her eyes and a lump rising in her throat as she began to get that panicky feeling.

She picked up her cell phone and then put it back down and then picked it up again. She took out the paper she had with Danny's number on it and put his number in her address book and then closed the phone. She opened it again and scrolled to his number and pressed send but quickly closed the phone. She took a deep breath as tears began to fall and pressed send again. This time she let it ring.

After the second ring she got scared but before she could hang-up he picked up.

"Hello," he questioned.

"Danny," she asked.

"Lindsay," he said back. The lump in her throat began to disappear and her breathing began to calm just by hearing his voice.

"Yea," she said shakily. "I want to cut," she stated simply.

"Ok, tell me what you're thinking," he replied calmly. He had had calls like this from his sister before so he was glad to be able to help Lindsay too.

Lindsay told him all about what had happened when she got home which surprisingly made her feel better, less stressed; the panic started to melt away.

"How are you feeling now," he asked after she had finished her story.

"Better," she breathed. "Thank you Danny…"

"For what," he asked nonchalantly.

"For listening," Lindsay stated.

"Not a problem Montana, anything to help. Do you want me to stay on the line longer," he questioned genuinely.

"No, I'm ok now," she replied again feeling lighter.

"Promise," Danny questioned.

Lindsay smiled, "promise."

They both hung up.

Lindsay got changed and ready for bed, studied a little and then went to sleep feeling ever so slightly like a weigh had been lifted off her shoulders.

My thought for putting this in was to not only show that Lindsay's parents control her life but that being able to talk to someone helped Lindsay release some of the emotions she was feeling.