(AN) I'll be really quick! Thanks for votes, comments, it does mean a lot (': Also, I put in the info that there is strong language in this. Those of you who've red LLAD/LLTS will know that the Storm family swear a lot. So, to the person who is literally stalking me with these pm's, please stop messaging me telling me that i need to stop with all the swear words? it's not gonna happen. Not being a bitch, but if you don't like the swearing, then don't read it. Simple as that C:

Picture of Jake (Alex&James' adoptive son) in the side ^.^

Nawh, I love you guys ><

x Anger x

* Hunter's Pov *

Shit, I really fucked up this time.

"Alex and James haven't seen him but they're gonna go out looking for a bit," Kat told me as she hung up the phone, her eyes still slightly red from crying.

Daniel had been missing for a while. He'd ran out of the house absolutley furious at about 4 o'clock, and now it was 2 AM. Kat was on urge on calling the Police, but I wasn't so sure.

I knew what I was like at his age. I ran off everytime I heard something I didn't want to hear or when I got scared of upset. It was just what I did when I got angry, and Daniel seemed to have that as well.

This wasn't the 1st time he'd ran off.

"Hunter we need to call the Police," Kat urged. She took my hands and squeezed them tightly, her eyes staring into mine with concern. "He got beat up the other day because he was out all alone. What if he's hurt now?"

"I'll go out looking again,"

"You've already been 2 times,"

"So? 3rd times a charm,"

Kat sighed, her eyes starting to water again. Feeling like a complete idiot for not comforting her, I pulled her in close to my chest and wrapped my arms around her waist. A cry escaped her lips, but she bit back on more.

"It's all my fucking fault," I muttered.

Yes, my swearing had never really got better. It was just something that came out naturally. I'd been brought up with a cuss word in each sentence, I literally thought it was normal. And even though Chris tried to get me to stop, we never really got round to it.

It was always like, "Shit! Fuck!"

"Hunter stop swearing!"

"I can't help it..."

"Oh, okay."

There had been a phase were Chris slapped me when I swore, but as soon as I was diagnosed with ptsd, he stopped that immediatley.

I tried not to swear around Daniel and usually I was pretty good at it. Just earlier, when he said things about John, I got mad.

He had a reason to though and he did have a point.

I was just so pissed off.

And now my 15 year old son was currently doing god knows what with god knows who?

Great.

Just fucking great.

"Please don't blame this on yourself?" Kat begged quietly. "I don't want you to be upset. I want you to be strong for Daniel. When he gets back, we're going to have to have a serious talk with him. He can't keep doing this, running off when he hears something he doesn't like, even if he has a reason to. He can't end up like..."

She bit her lip.

"Like me?"

"That's not what I meant," she promised. "You're absolutley amazing. Look how far you've come since moving in with Chris. I meant, I just don't want Daniel to end up like what you could have been."

I nodded in agreement. "We wont let that happen,"

"Do you think we need to get him back into therapy?"

"It doesn't help," I said honestly. "I think we need to get him back on anti depressants though. I seriously think that he's got some sort of depression,"

"But even if he does, that's not your fault." She said gently. "It's the bastard who hurt him. No matter how good we raise him, it's not going to heal those scars."

"I know," I sighed. "I just wish it could,"

Kat opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by my ring tone coming from my pocket.

"Is that Daniel?"

"I dunno," I said as I grabbed my phone and flipped it open. "Daniel is that you?"

"Hunter? It's Jake,"

"Is Daniel with you?"

"Yeah,"

I breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. "Are you both okay?"

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!"

I cringed at Daniel's drunken scream coming from the background of the line. Face palming myself, I tried not to kick something in frustration.

"He's drunk?"

"Really drunk," Jake replied. "He's going freaking crazy Hunter. You need to come pick him up,"

"Where are you guys?"

"At the cemetery,"

"What? Why are you there?"

"Um...well Daniel wanted to see your Dad's grave and he's...kinad killing it."

I closed my eyes, breathing in a deep breath to keep myself calm. I couldn't be angry in front of Daniel, it would just freak him out.

Exhaling and grabbing my keys off the counter, I sighed. "I'll be right there,"

* Daniel's Pov *

I looked at John's grave, imagining that he was really there instead of just a piece of stone. I glared harder than ever before, wanting nothing more than to bring him back just to send him to hell myself.

I kicked the grave so hard it bent backwards. "You bastard," I hissed through my teeth.

I kicked it again.

"What did my Dad ever do to you?"

I kicked it even harder.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID MY DAD EVER DO TO YOU?!"

I fell to my knees, staring at the grave as if a real person. More tears burned out of my eyes and I wiped them away furiosly. What the fuck was wrong with this world? Why did men keep hurting their kids? It was pissing me off so much. I just wanted to officially kill every single abuser in the whole goddamn world.

It would be a whole much better place if all of them were just dead.

"Daniel?"

I wasn't sure whether to be thankful or angry that I heard my Dad's voice behind me.

His hand placed on my shoulder and I wanted to shrug him away, but I didn't. I stayed completely still, staring at the grave in the darkness.

"Daniel, what are you doing?"

"I can't kill him," I said quietly. I knew that if I spoke loudly then he'd hear the tears in my voice; I didn't want him to notice them. "I can't kill John so I just have to bitch at him,"

I felt his hands place under my arms; pulling me up lightly. "You have a right to be angry but you need to come home,"

"Nooooo," I whimpered. "I wanna stay here with...where's Jake?"

"He's in the car,"

"What car?"

"My car,"

"You have a car?"

"You're drunk,"

"Dad stop," I groaned as he more or less tried to carry me away. "I wanna stay here with John! Hey maybe, I should track down Will and bring him here. Then John and Will could be friends! Get it? Cause they're both abusive bastards who rape little kids,"

"Daniel stop it,"

I laughed. "Stop what? Saying the truth? Cause that's all I'm doing Dad,"

"I don't wanna get mad Daniel,"

"What? Are you gonna hit me?"

Dad didn't reply, and I didn't blame him to be honest. I didn't mean what I was saying. No matter how drunk I was, I could always control what I said around my Dad. Now, I was just not giving a care in the world.

"Dad noooooooooooo," I mumbled as he placed my body in the back of his car. I felt my head press against something other than the seat, so I looked up and realized this was Jake's leg. "Jake get him off me,"

"Just go to sleep Daniel," Dad said softly as he brushed a hand through my hair. I moved away, more or less hugging Jake's legs now. Dad sighed so quiet I almost couldn't hear him, and then he slowly got out from the backseat.

In a few moments, the door slammed and Dad started the engine.

"Don't make me go home," I murmured into Jake's legs. "Jake let me stay with you,"

"You're not staying at Jake's Daniel," Dad said emotionlessly. "You're coming home and going straight to sleep."

"But I wanna stay with Jake!"

"Well you can't!"

"Fuck you, Dad!"

"You don't mean that Daniel,"

I jumped up, adrenaline suddenly flaring through my body. "Oh yeah? How the hell would you know? You don't know me Dad! Yeah, you understand me but you don't fucking know me! Did you know that I'm more or less in an abusive relationship?! No! Did you know that I'm seeing a 24 year old girl who gets her friends to beat me up and forces me to have sex with them?! No! Did you know that every second of every day, all I can think about is what Will did to me?! No! You and Mom don't fucking know me! You adopted me out of pity and I wish you hadn't! I wish Wil lhad killed me! I wish I was dead!"

"Daniel just shut up!" Dad cried, complete agony in his choked up voice. "Shit, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"Going to the fucking Black Parade!"

"Jake, hold him!"

Jake wrapped his arms around my body, holding me back as I reached for the door handle. I struggled furiosly, just wanting to get out of the car, away from everyone.

"Jake get the fuck off me!" I screamed.

I punched at his arms so hard that he hissed in pain and backed away. He moved to grab me again but I flinched away and forced the door open.

"Daniel?!"

I inched my body towards the wide open door. Dad was trying to pull over, so I quickly grabbed the outside of the car. The wind battled against me furiously, but I ignored it.

"Fuck this! Fuck everything! Just fuck LIFE!"

"Daniel, no?!"

I closed my eyes, suddenly unsure of everything that was happening. I hurt, that was all I knew. My body was in pain and my bones ached. My head pounded and it hurt just to think.

I was cold and wet and just wanted to go home.

But lifeless or not, I fell into darkness.

{ AN } ...Oh god :|