Chapter 2…YAY! ^.^

I do NOT own Total Drama Island or any of the characters in it. Don is an OC of mine. Enjoy!

Update: Sorry that it's been a while, I decided to repost the chapter after noticing a random sentence. That wasn't put in there by me, but I suppose I shouldn't type these things out in class.

Chapter 2- Digging in the past

Bridgette sat on a bench in the middle of the common starring into the crowds of people walking past her. The light spring breeze blew through her hair and the sun warm her face. Despite the pleasantness of the surroundings her mind was far from at ease. She was on edge. She needed to talk to someone. That's why she had called Don. He was good at this, listening to other people that is. With each passing moment her arms grew itchy and her mind raced faster. Finally the brown haired boy appeared and sat down next to her.

"Hey Bridge." The brunette greeted her half-heartedly, clearly focused on something else.

"God I'm soooooo glad you're here! I need to talk to you." The blonde looked at the other boy who had not been paying attention. A few moments of awkward silence followed. "Ummm….Don?" a few more seconds of silence and Bridgette smacked Don upside the head.

"OW! What was that for?!" Don rubbed the sore spot and looked at Bridgette who had an innocent grin on her face.

"I was talking to you!"

"Oh. Sorry, I was distracted."

"Why? What's wrong?" It was like Don to act like this. Usually he was the one who had it all together.

"Oh nothing, just something about Duncan.\"

"What's wrong with Duncan?" Something wrong with Duncan, that on the other hand was expected.

"Well, I was talking to him and all of a sudden he was acting all depressed."

"Well, did you say something?"

"I…I was talking about why he causes so much drama with Courtney. Then he started acting all weird." Don turned away to look out in the distance. Searching for an answer. Searching for why his best friend since kindergarten was acting so weird.

"Did you ask him?"

"No. By the time I noticed he had walked away." Don puts his hands over his face and sighed. Ever since he was young he had been the father of the group. The one who made sure everyone was alright. Bridgette was the group mom. With that same motherly caring instinct. The problem about caring so much is that you have to care ALL the time. "So what were you talking about earlier?"

"Huh? Oh! Well I wanted to tell you I signed us up to sing at the talent night." The blond had a nervous smile on.

"WHAT!? But….WHAT!?!"

"Well, you said that you sang in high school in a chorus."

"I…I mean…well…yes. But it's been years!"

"Then you should be fine. Singing is like riding a bike. You never forget." The brunette leaned back in the bench and starred up at the blue sky. Bridgette looked at him for a second turned away and began to think. She could tell Don was worried and she was too. He was right. It wasn't like Duncan to act like that. What could be wrong with him? Even though Duncan was outgoing and crazy, none of them knew much about his personal life. As the sun shined on the blonde surfer, the shadow the seemed to have been Duncan's life grew. As she thought more and more about it, nobody knew anything about Duncan beyond what they saw. They had never met any of his family or ever been to his house.

Don had been Duncan's best friend since the two were old enough to walk but even he didn't know anything. The "play dates" were always at Don's house.

"So…what do you think we should do?" Bridgette turned to look at Don.

"What do you mean?"

"You can't just sit here and do nothing. If you're that worried do something about it." Don went to say something but the words didn't come out. He wanted to do something but he didn't know to do.

"Let's break into his dorm." Don turned and looked at Bridgette. His face was one of pure shock.

"Wait…WHAT!? You sound like Izzy!"

"If he's hiding something we'd probably find it in his room. You have a key right?" Don reached into his pocket and pulled out a brass key. Duncan was always losing his so Don kept a spare just in case.

"So let me get this straight…You want me to break into my best friend's room to try and figure out why he's acting depressed instead of just asking him?"

"Yep"

"Oh…ok. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

Duncan sat on his bed starring at the ceiling tossup a ball up into the air. His window was open and the spring breeze felt cool on his face. The shades were drawn and the lack of light had been putting him slowly to sleep. The room was silent and all he could hear was faded shouting coming from the past.

"Don't you disrespect me in front of my son!"

The remains of memories long ago began to reform as he fell asleep. He closed his eyes and surrendered to his exhaustion.

"You're never home! He doesn't even see you!"

As he drifted into sleep the voices formed dreams. Images he hadn't seen in years reappeared. But really, they had never left. They were scars on him, on him forever.

"Shut up you bitch!"

A tall dark haired man, whose face was hidden by time's passing struck and small black haired woman. She fell to the ground and placed her hand on her cheek. A small boy, also with black hair stood in the doorway of the room. The tall man noticed him and walked over towards the small frightened boy. The man lifted the boy by his collar up to his face.

"I thought I told you to stay in your room you little brat." The man threw the boy on the ground. The small boy began to cry and rubbed a bruise on his arm trying to wash away the pain of when "daddy" came home today. "Don't cry! I don't ever want to see you cry! Be a man you goddamn little brat!" The man raised his arm and went to strike the boy.

Duncan jolted up in a cold sweat. He felt his face. He had tears running down his face. He starred around for a minute and curled up into a ball on his bed. As he lay there one sentence stuck with him.

Sometimes she seems more like your parent than anything.

There's Chapter 2! Please review with comments or suggestions. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon but I'm about to graduate so the chapters will start coming up slower as it takes me more time to write them.

P.S No I do not have parental issues, I just have read a lot of books involving it.