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Becky's POV:
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my door opening. I opened my eyes to see my dad, standing in the doorway and he looked, well, I don't know really how to explain how he looked.
"Becky? Why is Spike asleep on our couch? He wasn't there before I went to bed last night. So, uh, when did he get there?" He stared at me, as though we'd done something we shouldn't have. "Did you, uh, did you-."
I cut him off. "Eww! Dad! No! We didn't do that. Besides, we're only 14. You should always wait until marriage to do... to do that."
"Sorry, sorry. I should've known you didn't. But still that doesn't answer my question. Why's he on our couch?"
"I don't know if he'd want me to tell you. You should let him decide whether he wants to tell you or not."
"Wha? Becky, what's wrong with him? Is he doing drugs or-or steroids? Because if he is, we need to know."
"No, no. At least, not to my knowledge."
"I'm not doing drugs or steroids, Coach Danny." A voice said from behind dad.
Dad moved out of the doorway and Spike stood behind him. "Then what's wrong? You can always tell me anything. Me or Kevin."
Spike's eyes darted to me and he looked as white as a sheet of paper. "My dad has been, um, he's been..."
"Spike, what has he been doing? Just tell me, son."
"He's been abusing me. Beating me for no reason. The pain has become unbearable. I can't stand it." He lifted up his shirt and I saw my dad's eyes grow wide.
"Spike, you do understand that this isn't ok, don't you? If he's doing this to you, he needs help."
"That what I said." I looked at Spike.
"I do, but I just don't know what to do. It's only at night, after he's been drinking. But it's no excuse for beating your son."
"Then I need to call someone. Someone to take you away from him. Do you think he'd agree to a therapist?"
"He's hardheaded, so it's hard to tell if he'd agree or not."
"There's no reason why we shouldn't try. If he still won't agree to it, then they'll probably take you away from him."
"Wait... who'll take me away?" Spike looked around nervously.
"Most likely Social Services will." Dad said.
"What?" I looked at Spike, who was looking back at me with wide eyes.
Spike's POV:
When I first woke up, I couldn't tell where I was; then it all came rushing back. I shuddered, as I remembered how hurt I felt.
But Becky was there for me, she even took me in, because she knew something was wrong. That's one of the main reasons why I love her so much; she's so kind (sometimes) and she'll always be there for the people she loves the most.
Then I began to hear voices, talking. It sounded like Becky and her dad. I knew I shouldn't have, but I just had to know what they were saying. Because I knew that they were most likely talking about me.
I got up, quietly and stealthily, and stood too the side, where neither of them could see me.
"Becky? Why is Spike asleep on our couch? He wasn't there before I went to bed last night. So, uh, when did he get there?" He stared at her, a nervous quiver to his voice. "Did you, uh, did you-."
Becky cut him off. "Eww! Dad! No! We didn't do that. Besides, we're only 14. You should always wait until you're married to do... to do that."
She said exactly how I felt. It was like she said the words that were in my brain.
"Sorry, sorry. I should've known you didn't. But that still doesn't answer my question. Why's he on our couch?"
"I don't know if he'd want me to tell you. You should let him decide whether he wants to tell you or not."
"Wha? Becky, what's wrong with him? Is he doing drugs or-or steroids? Because if he is, we need to know." Coach Danny really thought I was doing drugs?
"No, no. At least, not to my knowledge."
I stepped from behind the corner and spoke out. "I'm not doing drugs or steroids, Coach Danny."
He moved out of the doorway and turned to me. "Then what's wrong? You can always tell me anything. Me or Kevin."
I looked over at Becky, and I began to feel nervous. I knew my face had grown pale. "My dad, has been, um, he's been..."
"Spike, what has he been doing? Just tell me, son."
"He's been abusing me. Beating me for no reason. The pain has become unbearable. I can't stand it." I lifted up my shirt and Coach Danny's eyes widened at the sight of my bruises.
"Spike, you do understand that this isn't ok, don't you? If he's doing this to you, he needs help." Coach Danny inquired.
"That's what I said." Becks looked at me.
"I do, but I just don't know what to do. It's only at night, after he's been drinking. But it's no excuse for beating your son."
"Then I need to call someone. Someone to take you away from him. Do you think he'd agree to a therapist?" Coach Danny asked.
"He's hardheaded, so it's hard to tell if he'd agree or not." I sighed.
"There's no reason why we shouldn't try. If he still won't agree to it, they'll probably take you away from him."
"Wait... who'll take me away?" I began to grow nervous.
"Most likely Social Services will." Coach Danny stated.
"What?" Becky bellowed, as she turned to stare at me, with wide eyes.
"But-but I don't want to separated from the team." I said, then whispered, "Nor do I want to leave Becks."
"Dad, can't you do something? Anything, that way he can stay."
"We'll have to see what he says about the therapist. If he agrees to one, no one will take you away. You'll probably have to stay with one of your friends for the time being. But if he doesn't... well, then I'm afraid you will be taken away." Coach Danny said.
Tears sprang into Becks eyes. "I don't want to lose you."
I walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sure everything will be ok."
"I hope you're right." Becky laid her head on my shoulder.
Danny's POV:
Later that day, I drove to Mike Hammersmith's house, to tell him to shape up.
I parked the car in the driveway. Then I knocked on the door. The front door opened and Mike stood there with an impatient look on his face.
"Oh, it's you. Listen, have you seen Spike lately? He ran out of the house last night and never came back."
"I have. And if you don't clean up your act, it's possible that he won't be able to come home... at all." I said.
"What do you 'clean up my act'?" He questioned.
"If you don't stop abusing him, Social Services will and I repeat, they will take him away from you. So either you get a therapist or don't. But if you don't, it's possible that he'll be put into a foster house."
"Isn't he dating your daughter, what's her name, Icechest?"
"Becky. Or Icebox."
"Icebox!" He snapped his fingers. "That's it. "
"Back to what I was saying before, you might need to go to a self-help group. They'd be able to help you recover and stop the obsession with drinking. I'm only trying to help you, but most importantly, I'm helping Spike." I said.
"I know I don't act like I should after I drink. I just can't control my anger. It's hard. But I'd do anything to keep him here."
"Why's that?"
"Whether you know it or not, I do listen to my son when he tells me things. And all I've heard about, when I'm not out of my mind drunk, is how sweet and pretty Becks is. I didn't realize who he was talking about until now." He stated. "I don't want him to lose what he loves. I know that they're only 14, but the way he talks about her, it's more than just puppy love."
For the first time, ever since I had arrived, I smiled. "I'm glad that you feel that way. By the way, group meets everyday at 3:30 to 6:30." I declared. "Spike will be staying with a friend for now, just until you get your life back on track."
"Thanks, Danny. It means the world to me that someone actually cares about us. I promise, I will try my hardest to give up drinking all together."
"Good. Well, I'll see you later." I said, heading back to my car.
I drove back home, and I saw Spike and Becky sitting in the front yard. They ran up as soon as I'd parked the car under the big oak tree. "Well?" They inquired.
"He says that he'll try his best. He's willing to give a therapist and a group a try."
"Yesss!" Becky and Spike jumped up and down, hugging all the while.
"Thanks so much, Coach Danny. I'm so glad that I don't have to leave Urbainia." He thought I didn't see it. But I did. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Becky and smiled at her.
"You'll have to ask one of guys on the team if you can stay with one of them for a while."
"Yes, sir. I definitely will." He replied.
I just hope that may Mike is true to his word.
