Fears: Chapter Six

Danielle's POV:

That evening, after Kitty and Johnny left, Danny had Sam come over. "Does she know what happened between us?" I asked.

"Well..." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah, she does."

"All of it?" I pressured.

"Yes."

"Good." I sat down on the sofa and folded my hands in my lap.

It was only a little bit later that Sam and Tucker showed up; Tucker was carrying a cardboard cup holder full of milkshakes. He handed them out all of us, giving me one with a bright red cherry on top. "I'm really glad you're here," he said.

"Thanks," I said, smiling at him.

Sam sat down beside me, "I think it's time for you guys to talk this out," she said.

"We've kind of already started talking," Danny told him.

"Are you going to stay?"

"Well, I-I don't know yet," I replied.

"Understandable," Sam said, "But I hope you'll think it through before making any serious decisions."

"I will," I said. We sat in silence, slurping our milkshakes for a few minutes.

Finally, Sam broke the silence, "You can't expect her to keep wearing your t-shirts."

"Actually," Danny began, "I was going to talk to you about that."

"You want me to take her shopping," Sam concluded. "Of course I will."

"Thanks," Danny said.

Sam looked at me, "How about we go tomorrow?" she suggested.

"Okay," I agreed.

After they left, Danny looked at me, "I'm going to go throw your clothes into the washer, but we need to talk before you go to bed."

I nodded and remained on the couch while he went down the hall to where I assumed the laundry room was. When he returned he sat down beside me, "Danielle," he began, "I really don't want you to leave again."

"I know, but I just-"

"I won't hurt you again and I know it must have been horrible for you. After everything you went through with Vlad, for me to just..." he shook his head, trailing off. "The point is, I missed you and I missed out on a lot of your life, I don't want to miss anymore. I love you."

I looked at my hands, at the floor, I looked everywhere but at him. He took my hand in his, "Please forgive m-" he stopped cold, whatever words he was going to say fleeing his mind. With his mouth open and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he traced the three, crescent shaped scars that decorated my wrist. He swallowed loudly and looked straight into my eyes, "What the hell are these?"

A/N: Posting two chapters as a Valentine's Day gift, since I'm Forever Alone... So enjoy! Review and let me know what you think! Xoxo!