Fears: Chapter Three

Danielle's POV:

Danny's face dropped and he looked as though I'd punched him. He quickly regained composer, though, and his gaze hardened to something like a glare. "We're leaving. Now," he said.

With that, he gripped my arm and dragged me out into the hallway. "I'm taking her home," he said to Walker, who nodded in response.

He pulled me out of the jail and led me to the black Specter Speeder, the one his parents had given him on his sixteenth birthday. He clicked a button on his keys and the passenger door slid open, "Get in," he said, shoving me toward the open door.

I grudgingly climbed in. Danny leaned in over me and pulled my seat belt around me before grabbing the door and pulling it shut. He walked around to his side and climbed in, starting the speeder.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His hands were tensed on the steering wheel and his gaze was focused on the dark space in front of us. I stared out the window, waiting for him to make the turn toward the Fenton Portal. But...he didn't turn.

"Where are you going?" I asked finally, when curiosity got the best of me.

"My lair," he replied, his voice cold.

I didn't respond and Danny continued to drive. The tension was nearly tangible. He finally landed in front of a house on an island. "Come on," he said.

He killed the engine and waited for me. "Danny?"

"Yes?" he asked.

"You can't make me stay." With that, I got out and walked to the door.

He followed behind me and unlocked the door, holding it open for me. I walked into the lair and looked around. It was simple. A living room with a large television, a leather recliner, and two leather sofas. I turned my head to the left and saw the kitchen and dining room area. His dining room table was round and made of dark wood. There was a hallway to the right, that I assumed led to the bedrooms and bathrooms.

Danny closed the door and locked it. "Can we please talk, Danielle?"

I whipped around to glare at him, "About what, Danny? The fact that you hurt me and left me alone? Or the fact that you only came to get me because Walker called you?"

"That isn't why I came," he said. "You know damn well that I've come in here for you more than once."

"Yeah, and the one time I came after you, you said you hated me."

"I never meant that, Danielle."

"I needed you, Danny!" my voice was thick with tears.

"I said I was sorry!" he shouted. "I've been trying and trying to fix this, Dani. I don't know what you want me to do."

"I wanted- I wanted..." I trailed off, the tears starting to spill down my cheeks. Now I was furious; I hated crying, and I especially didn't want Danny to see me cry.

His face softened and he walked toward me, kneeling down in front of me. He reached out, as though he was going to wrap his arms around me, but I stepped back. "Leave me alone!" I said, my voice shaking.

"Danielle-" he started.

I took a deep breath and looked his square in the eyes, "Just stop, Dad."