A/N:Incest/abuse followed by violence. I'll continue if you want. Please review, we'd appreciate it. And I don't own it.
The doorknob has never turned so slowly in all the years I've been here to turn it. I sigh, and walk out of my room, readjusting my backpack on my way. The stairs are still carpeted with the same wood. Why did I think anything would be different this morning? Just being my optimistic self, I guess.
"How's it going, Tuck?" My dad flips through his newspaper as I walk into the kitchen. I can't even look at him.
"Good," I say, "I have to get to school early today... so... bye." I fly out of there without even a second glance at my father or my mother. I can still feel his hands on me, all over. He whispers things, terrible promises that echo in my mind for days. I can't breathe, so I slow down, finally stop in front of Danny's house. He comes outside a few minutes later, and we begin the walk to school. He's staring at me, and I almost want to punch him, but I know that's wrong. I really only want to be held by him.. What I really want is for him to tell me it'll be alright.
"You okay, Tuck? You look kind of pale... and tired."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just been having trouble sleeping, that's all." Oh yes, I also want to die.
"Okay... You know, you can talk to me if you need to. Best friends are good for that."
"I know,Danny. Thanks." He puts his arm around me for a moment, and I notice that his arm lingers longer than usual. It's probably just a friendly gesture, but some naive part of me believes that it means something more. The school building looms ominously in the distance, and for some reason I freeze. I've been so afraid all this time, of everything. Danny'll think I'm disgusting. He'll hate me. But I know he won't. I know he'll understand; he'll help.
"Danny…" He moves to stand in front of me, looks into my eyes. I look at my feet, dirty high-tops standing on black pavement. "I lied... I mean, I'm not fine, not even remotely."
"What is it,Tucker? C'mon, you can tell me. Is it girl trouble?" He says this in a vain attempt to lighten the mood. I smile bitterly before looking up at him.
"No, Danny, it's- it's hard to say..." I look all around to make sure nobody is within earshot. Luckily we're somehow extremely early today. Well, no time like the present. "My dad, he-" my voice quiets to a whisper, "he touches me... does other things to me."
I can't even begin to describe the look of utter shock present on Danny Fenton's face at this moment. I notice I'm crying, but I don't really care. My best friend knows about my secret, one I've been keeping for over two years. It's finally caught up with me, I guess. Am I being hugged? I find that Danny's arms are wrapped tightly around me, and I can hear sobbing as if from miles away, but I know it's my sobbing.
"C'mon, Tuck," Danny says, leading me away from the desolate looking school, "you're going to be staying at my house for a while, alright?"
I simply nod and whimper. There's nothing else I can think of to do.
I'm kind of obssesed withDanny Phantom now. Sorry, they'll be others though, I think.
Obsessed is the understatement of the year!
Ha ha, very funny. Whatever, you know what to do.