Fears: Chapter Eleven
Danielle's POV:
That night after Kitty and Johnny had left, Danny wanted to have another serious talk. After I got into my pajamas, I went into his room and waited for him on his bed.
He walked in a few minutes later, carrying a plate with cookies (out of a package) on it. He sat down and there was an awkward silence. "Danielle, there's a lot we need to talk about," he said.
"I know," I said.
"I'm not letting you leave again, you know that, right?"
I nodded, "I'm not leaving again."
He let out a sigh of relief and took my hand in his, looking at my wrist again. "It wasn't fair for me to hurt you the way I did. I let my fears get in the way of how I felt about you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I was so scared of what people would think or say. That's all that I could think of."
"But how did you feel about me?"
He smiled at me and brushed my hair out of my face, "I always thought of you as my daughter. You've been mine since I first met you."
"But..."
"I was only fourteen, Danielle. I didn't know what your aging process would be like. I shouldn't have been so dense. I'm going to make this work, no matter how hard it is."
"Promise?" I asked quietly.
"Of course, Danielle," he said. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Why don't you go on to bed?" he suggested. "It's late."
"Okay," I said. I stood up and started to talk to my room, only to be stopped by him just as I reached the door.
He knelt down in front of me, "I love you, Danielle."
"I love you, too," I replied.
He pulled me into his arms, crushing me to him, then let me go. I walked to my room and shut the door.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I'm suffering from severe Writers' Block, so any ideas you all have would be greatly appreciated.