x i'll be there for you through it all even if saving you sends me to heaven x

"Daniel!" Mom cried and flung her arms around me, hugging me tightly but not enough that I winced in pain. I tried to respond the best I could with a broken arm and a sprained wrist, but it was limp and pathetic.

"Mom," I whimpered.

She quickly kissed my forehead and then gently grabbed my hand. "Baby you had me so scared! Everyone was so scared...please never ever scare us like that again!"

"Mom, I'm sorry!" I shrank back into the bed, terrified that she was angry at me. Reaching forwards to brush her hand over my cheek, I relaxed a little and breathed out softly. "Sorry.."

"It's ok," she whispered. "I'm not mad at you. No one's mad at you. We're just so happy you're ok. If anything had happened, I don't know what we'd do,"

"I'm ok though," I assured her.

"I know you are,"

The room door opened and I smiled as Dad and Chris walked in, both of them smiling back at me. I was still in a lot of pain, but I didn't want Chris to give me what he gave me last night because I didn't want to fall asleep on everyone again.

"Hey kiddo," Dad murmured as he came down to kneal next to Mom. He wrapped an arm around her waist, kissed her cheek and then leaned forwards to kiss mine. "How are you feeling?"

"Ok," I lied. "When can I go home?"

"Not for a while yet," Chris said sympathetically; coming over. "Later some doctors are going to run some more tests, just to make sure that everything's ok. If it is, then you're going to need at least 3 to 5 days in the recovery unit. And if it's not, then it might take a while longer. Are you sure you're feelng ok? We don't want to risk anything,"

"My head hurts," I mumbled; not sure if that even counted.

Chris nodded. "That's maybe just because of how much painkillers you had last night. But if it gets worse then tell us, alright?"

"Alright,"

Chris smiled. "Well, I'm sure you have things to talk about. So I'll come check on you later. Bye kids,"

As Chris walked out, Mom and Dad faced me in concern. I would've face palmed myself, but I could barely move so I just lay there expecting to hear something horrible.

"What?"

"Do you remember what you told your Dad in the car?" Mom asked.

"No...?"

Dad reached over, taking my hand and holding it gently. "Danny you told us you where in an abusive relationship,"

Shit.

"Danny?"

"Buddy are you ok?"

"I lied," I said quietly. Mom and Dad stared at me in disbelief though; they knew I hadn't lied. Looking at them both desperatley, I cried out. "I fucking lied! It's not true! I was just angry!"

"Wow, Danny calm down," Dad begged; shooting me his sympathetic look. "It's ok, you can tell us anything. We're not gonna be mad at you, we don't even need to talk about it after today. We just need to know the truth, ok?"

I nodded, squeezing his hand as tight as I could; which in my case wasn't very strong. I looked down to the floor, not wanting to see their expressions.

"Who are you seeing?"

"Britt," I said slowly.

"How old is she?"

"25,"

They where both quiet for a little bit, and I knew that just with that answer they where already dissapointed in me.

Dad rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. "And she hurts you?"

"She just slaps me," I mumbled. "She gets...her friend to hit me,"

"Who's her friend?"

"Andy,"

"And he's older as well?"

I nodded.

"What's he done to you?"

"He.." I didn't know what to say, knowing that any statement I made would probably become a regret later. "He threatened me with a knife, and he punches me, and the other day he tried to drown me because I swore at Britt...and him and Britt tried to make me do something to him, but I ran home..."

* Hunter's Pov *

I couldn't believe it. Who the hell could do that to Daniel? To my son? To an innocent and already traumatized 15 year old boy?

It was disgusting.

And I felt at blame, because he didn't trust me enough to tell me in the 1st place.

"Dad?" He whimpered, his voice choked up and tearful. I looked over to him, realizing that I was crushing his hand. And then I forced a smile even though I didn't want to.

"It's gonna be ok Danny," I assured him. "They're not gonna hurt you ever again. No one is,"

"Daniel," Kat said gently. "Have you slept with Britt?"

He just nodded and I felt my anger errupt more.

"Did she force you?" I demanded.

He shook his head, and I immediatley dropped the pissed off look I had all over my face. He looked terrified of my reaction, so I forced another small smile.

"It's ok," I assured him. "I'm not mad, I promise. I'm just mad at that bitch, ok? But you do know, that even if you slept with her willingly, it was still statatory rape?"

"I know Dad," he whispered. "Please don't tell anyone? I don't want anything to happen to Britt,"

"But-"

"Dad she's got loads of older friends who said that they would fuck me up if I told anyone! I'll just stay away from her!"

"But what if she doesn't stay away from you?"

"She will," he promised. "Dad I don't wanna talk about it. I'm scared,"

The last thing I wanted to do was scare him, so I allowed a genuine smile on and I reached forwards to quickly hug him. Kissing his forehead, I sighed. "Me and your Mom would never hurt you. You just need to tell us these things, ok?"

"Me and your Dad know what keeping things inside does to you," Kat said softly. "It doesn't help. It just makes things worse. But then, we know how hard it is with therapy. We're trying to think of some way to help you but we're not sure what's best for you. What do you think? Is there any way that you could let loose some anger?"

"I dunno," he mumbled. "I just wanna go home,"

* Daniel's Pov (3 Days Later) *

3 days ago, I was practically begging someone to discharge me from the hospital. Now, finally at home, I was desperate to go back.

I was lying on my bed, under my blankets at 3 o'clock in the morning. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to keep the tears inside me. But unfortunatley, closing my eyes wasn't going to block out the shouts and screams coming from my parents.

"Hunter, stop it! Come on, we need to call Chris! Hunter! Hunter, just sit down, ok? Deep breaths, angel. Come on, it's ok."

I was terrified.

I had no idea what was happening and I was too sore to even get out of bed to see. It was scaring me though, because Dad had been on edge ever since we got back from the hospital and now something was definitley wrong.

"Mom?!"

Everything went quiet, and I bit my lip. I wasn't sure if they'd even realized I could hear everything going on. Maybe they'd stop fighting if they knew I could hear.

Footsteps approached my door, and I slowly opened my eyes as they came closer to my bed.

"D-Dad?"

He smiled, but didn't look ok. He looked a mess. His black hair was messy and he was much paler than usual. Dark bangs lay under his eyes and his walk coming up to my body was unsteady, almost drunk.

"Heeeeey Daaanny," he slurred as he sat on the edge of my bed. "Sorry for...waking you,"

"Dad what's wrong?" I whispered.

He laid a hand on my cheek, stroking it gently. "I love you Danny. You know that, right?"

"Y-Yeah,"

"That's good," he smiled. "Cause it's true. I love you Danny and I'm always gonna be there for you, always. I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven."

"Like Red Jump Suit Apparatus," I said quietly. "Dad, where's Mom?"

"I dunno,"

"MOM?!"

Ok, I screamed for my Mom because I was deathly worried about my Dad. He hardly ever got drunk, mainly because he used to be alcahol dependant so when he was drunk, you knew that something was wrong.

"Danny, what's wrong?" Dad asked. "Why do you want your Mom? I'm here,"

"Cause I'm worried about you,"

A few seconds later, Mom raced into the room with a terrified look on her face. She slowed down as she reached Dad and then slowly placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hunter, Alex is coming to pick Daniel up." She told him softly.

He looked at her in confusion. "Why? He's my son, I want him to stay here!"

"Mom, what's wrong?" I begged desperatley.

"He's just a bit upset. You're gonna stay with your Uncles tonight,"

"Ok," I whimpered. "Is Dad upset because of me?"

"No," she assured me as she took Dad's hand. "Hunter, come on. Daniel's not feeling good, he needs to get good sleep."

"Ok," he sighed and then let go of my cheek. "I love you so fucking much kid. Seriously,"

15 minutes later, Uncle Alex walked into my room with a sympathetic smile on his face. He walked over to bed and reached down to me.

"What's wrong with my Dad?" I asked through tears.

Alex sighed. "He's just really stressed at the minute, kid. It's gonna be ok though, he's gonna start taking anti-deppressants again so he doesn't keep feeling like this. And you're gonna come spend the night with us, alright?"

I nodded weakly. "Alright,"

"Can you stand?"

"...without falling?"

Alex chuckled and then pulled the blankets from my body, sliding his arms under me to lift me to his chest. I winced a little but bit my lip, not wanting to show how much the position hurt me.

I could hear Mom and Dad talking from their room, so as we passed it, I opened my eyes, only to squeeze them back shut in hope of what I just saw being my imagination only.

Dad's wrist had been bleeding.