Fears: Chapter Seven
Danielle's POV:
"They're nothing," I said quickly, yanking my hand out of his grasp.
"Danielle, you have exactly five seconds to explain to me what the hell these are," he said, taking my hand back in his.
"Really, Danny, it's nothing."
"Why did you do this? When did you do this?"
"I just did and it was awhile back..."
"How long is awhile?"
"A month," I mumbled unintelligibly.
"What?"
"A month," I repeated louder, clearer.
"Why?"
"It was only three times, once for every mistake."
"Mistake?"
"Twice for upsetting Vlad and once for upsetting you. I wasn't trying to kill myself, I just..."
"Danielle," he sighed. He surprised me, then, pulling me into his arms and crushing me against him. He settled me on his lap and held my wrist again, looking at the scars, tracing them with his thumb. "Never do this again," he said. "Oh, I am so sorry. I should have never put you through what I did."
I wanted to pull away from him, to tell him to go away and leave me along, but I couldn't. I felt safe in his arms. "I'm sorry," I apologized.
"Don't apologize for this, Danielle. You have no reason to apologize to me, you've done nothing wrong."
I yawned, loudly, and Danny lifted me up, "I think it's time for you to go to bed," he said.
He carried me down the hall to my room and sat me on my bed, pulling the covers up around me. "You need to get some sleep," he said. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, "Goodnight. I love you."
"Goodnight," I responded. "I love you, too."
Danny walked out of the room, turning off and light and leaving the door partially open. I fell asleep almost immediately.
A/N: I'm on a roll tonight, so here's another chapter. Sort of just a filler. Give me some ideas! Reviews are loved!