I know last chapter wasn't much of a chapter and I'm sorry for that. I just wanted to upload and didn't give it much attention.

So this chapter I've thought about a lot. It will explain how Danny saved Dougie when he was being held by his father. I hope you like it!

15.

Dougie's eyes felt heavy and hard when he opened them. He blinked several times to get his vision straight but it kept being all a blur. From the shadows and manes he knew this wasn't his room but then the past months flashed before his eyes and he knew exactly where he was again.

Lying on his side he sighed and tried to pull his knees up but they stopped halfway through. He pushed himself up to see what was stopping them but he was too weak and fell back down on the fresh cut his dad gave him last night. The wound started pounding and Dougie pressed his teeth together in pain.

But actually he didn't need to see for him to know that his feet were chained. He only asked himself why. It had never occurred before, his hands yes but never his feet. He wondered what game his father wanted him to play this time.

He turned on his back and laid his hands on his chest, feeling them rapidly going up and down. It reminded him that he was still alive and breathing. And in times like these he kept himself busy wondering what Tom was doing at the exact same time. Was he worried about him? Were they trying to find him? Or just carrying on their lives?

Dougie found it pretty strange he still wasn't found. Was he that well hidden or were they just not searching for him? Were they glad he was gone? He used to count every day but he had lost count at day number 57. If that number was even right because how do you count days when you can't even see when it's day or night?

Suddenly the door opened and a dark figure stood in the doorway. Dougie knew exactly who it was and mentally prepared himself for what was coming. He used to pray that Tom would be standing in the doorway telling him it was all over. But he had given up hope for that a long time ago. Getting his hopes up every time he heard a noise was just too exhausting and he needed all his energy to keep fighting. But still he felt himself getting weaker and weaker every hour, every minute. He won't be able to fight much longer.

'Thirsty?' His dad asked while showing a bottle of water. Now that he mentioned it Dougie's throat was dry and soars. He hadn't drunk in 6 days and nothing to eat in 5 days. Well.. What you call eating. His dad only gave him the crust of the bread he was eating before his nose.

Dougie nodded lightly and kept his eyes on the bottle while his dad smirked.

'Come and get it then' Dad said and placed the bottle on the ground before he turned around and left again. Dougie knew he was watching from another room through the cameras that were placed everywhere. He liked to watch again what he had done during the time he was drunk and to entertain himself of course.

As soon as the door closed Dougie turned on his stomach and tried to pull himself towards the bottle with his busted fingers. He had tried for a long time to dig his way out of here but the ground was too hard and he only made his fingers bleed.

But Dougie bit the pain away and scraped his body on the floor until his feet wouldn't let him any further. He stretched out his arm but he couldn't reach it. He stretched himself out as far as he could and managed to touch the label. That gave him hope and he gave all the strength he had left in him to get that bottle. Even when dark circles started to limit his blurry eyesight he didn't stop and pushed himself to keep trying. Without that water he was done for.

The dark circles grew bigger and bigger and he felt himself going weaker and weaker. And just before the darkness covered his sight he looked at his arm.

"Useless"

Dougie opened his eyes and he was standing in brightness. There was nothing, just whiteness. When he suddenly saw a figure appearing. A girl of his age with black half long hair that went over her bright blue eyes.

'Am I dead?' Dougie asked with a trembling voice

'I'm afraid so' She said with a voice that sounded like she was singing.

'Not yet he's not' A boy's voice said coming from behind Dougie. And before he could turn he was grabbed by his hand and pulled away.

'DANNY NO!' The girl yelled but still her voice sounded so beautiful.

Dougie opened his eyes and breath in deeply like he hadn't been breathing for a while and maybe he was. He was back in his prison but there was someone with him.

A boy crouched down beside him and gave him some water. Dougie gratefully but quickly pushed the drink down his throat.

'Welcome back' The boy said smiling.

'Who the hell are you?' Dougie's father was suddenly standing in the doorway with a bat. Dougie was too weak to move but the boy stood back up again. Without another word said he heard a loud bang and the boy was back to his side again.

'Who are.. you?' Dougie stuttered.

'My name is Danny'

'Is.. it over?'

'Yeah it's over'

Dougie felt a huge burden falling down his shoulders as tiredness became to overpower him. But he didn't want to sleep. He wanted to know why this boy saved him and what will be happening next. Is it really over?

'It's okay, sleep Dougie. I'm not going to harm you. Sleep'

Dougie did what the boy said and let his eyelids fall down. The last thing he felt was being picked up by Danny.

-1 day later-

Danny was standing behind the wall of Dougie's hospital room when he woke up.

'Mom?' his weak voice asked.

His mom started to cry and hugged her son in ecstatic.

'Where am I?'

'You're in hospital darling, you're safe' Mom said while tears of happiness fell down her cheeks.

'How did I get here?'

'They say a boy brought you in and called the police, don't you remember?'

Danny sighed gratefully. Dougie didn't remember him just like he wasn't supposed to. He didn't want to overhear the rest of the private conversation and walked through the hall when he saw Tom sitting in the waiting room with a card on the table.

Tom shook his head, threw away the card and walked outside to get some air. Danny walked to the bin and took the card out. It said "get well soon". Danny frowned and opened it to read just Tom's name at the bottom.

Danny figured Dougie would rather get this than absolutely nothing and Tom would regret not giving it to him later so he took a pen and added "I'm sorry" in Tom's handwriting.

Later that evening when everyone was gone and Dougie was sleeping he placed the card on the bedside table and smiled at the now peacefully sleeping boy.