Denied the chance (The Script fanfic)

Hello Sweetie

Walking the streets of London, I slow my pace, taking in the warm sun. That's right, sun in Britain; it is almost too good to be true! I take the time to glance around me, studying the vast city landscape that surrounds me, with a huge smile playing on my face. This city can, at times, be the busiest, most frustrating place in the entire world; but today, it is beautiful, dynamic, almost peaceful and I am going to enjoy that-while it lasts. Silently, I giggle to myself, I always was one to live in the moment: a take it while you have the chance kind of girl.

Turning the corner onto a backstreet, I sigh contentedly at the cool shade, relieving me of the burning sun. Typically British! Complaining when it isn't sunny, then complaining when it is sunny, saying it is too warm. We never seem to be happy. At this the weather turns, a growing chill shivering through the air. Typical weather. I turn yet another corner into a back alley, crashing hard into something-or someone.

'Hello Sweetie.' The deep voice whispers, sending a spine-chilling shiver through my body. I scream so loud that it could be heard from the Moon.

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Shivering and screaming, I wake from the horrific nightmare, a cold sweat seeping over my brow. It has been months since my last nightmare. What if he has found me again? What do I do? I have to get out of here before he finds me. I heave myself from this uncomfortable hospital bed. Thank god I had all my IV drips and wires removed last night, or there would have been thousands of alarm bells ringing by now.

Struggling into my electric blue skinny jeans, I pull on a T-shirt and hoodie, being careful not to make too much noise as I slip into my converse. The last thing I need is the nurses hearing and coming to stop me. I have to escape from here.

A heavy fog hits my weakened body as I step out into the early morning streets. It can't be any later than about half four in the morning, but I have to find somewhere to go. Anywhere. I tug my hood up, to fight off the bitter wind, and run to the nearest alley for some kind of shelter. As I duck from the low-hanging branches, I trip up on an over-sized stone. A short sharp cry wiggles its way up my throat, barging past the lump that is now formed and exploding from my mouth. Stinging pain sears up my whole leg; blood trickles through the newly carved hole in my jeans-they are my favourite as well! Biting back the tears, I stumble to my feet, only to be struck down once more by a silhouette in the darkness.

'Hello Sweetie.' The figure talks, an obvious smirk in his voice. Astonished, I pinch myself, hoping this is just another nightmare. However, it seems this nightmare just got real, as he continues to approach me. The rising sunlight dimly catches his face, granting my worst fears. It is him. Bresal. His name does not deceive him. Pain. That is what his name means in Irish, and that is what he brought me: nothing but pain.

My eyes brim full and I don't stop the tears from falling. Every teardrop is a waterfall as I scramble to my feet, willing myself to be fast enough. A hand grabs my arm with such force, instantly drowning any hope which I have formed. I wriggle violently in his grasp, desperately trying to escape his clutches. No. I'm not going to let it happen. I'm not going to let him get me, not again. My brain overpowers itself with thought and I have o time to make any attempts at actions. He grabs my hair and slams my head against the wall, a strong pain searing through my entire existence. Finally, the adrenaline decides to kick in, and I do just the same. Right in his special part, his crown jewels or whatever you want to call that area. My heart is thumping against my rib-cage, desperate to jump out in an explosion of intensity. Running on adrenaline, I gather my senses and sprint as fast as humanly possible away from the monster, not taking any notice of my surroundings or where the hell I am going.

Soon enough, I find myself a quiet tree, god knows where, and sit myself underneath it, spilling all my emotions on the ground and letting myself go. It was so close, he could have scarred me again, but he didn't, I saved myself. This thought makes me let out an exaggerated laugh, unamused yet disbelieving. I am no longer the weak and feeble girl that I was two years ago. I am now a strong woman. A desperate cry escapes me. Who am I kidding? I am still weak; still feeble. I just got lucky.

Resounding footsteps echo around me, silencing my cries momentarily. I take a sharp intake of breath, hoping to keep myself quiet enough until the passer-by does exactly that: passes by. The steps are slow enough not to be anyone particular, anyone looking for a certain girl in the middle of some kind of breakdown. They are slow, soft, welcoming. No, I cannot make myself known in any way possible. I must remain silent. But I loose all strength as I nudge myself slightly, the golden leaves beneath me creating a rustling sound. The one person that I least expect turns around in response to my sudden movement, a look of severe shock on his face. Tears well up once more in my eyes. As the light bounces off my tear-stained face his expression turns to one of worry and fear.

'K-kay?' He asks, with a voice almost whisper-like. I nod, my river of tears bursting its banks. 'Hey,' his soft voice instantly comforts me, 'What's happened? Are you alright? Well you're obviously not okay, but- Shall we start again?' The confusion in his ramble sets me off laughing. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I wipe away my tears, trails of sadness and fear that scar your face and live with you forever.

'How far do you want to go back, Danny?' I ask, with an abrupt explosion of anger, fighting through the growing tears. 'Back to when you ignored me, huh? Or back to when I left you? Maybe to when you told me that you loved me?' I choke out, immediately regretting it. The look in his eyes tells me my mistake. I have taken this too far. 'I'm sorry,' I backtrack, only to be interrupted by a pair of arms encircling me in an embrace.

'No.' Danny says, his voice full of un-fallen tears. 'I'm sorry.' My arms find their own way around him, holding on tight, tight enough to never let go. How I have missed those Danny hugs! A tear drops onto my shoulder, damp and cold.

'Right,' Danny says, pulling himself together. 'Lets go to McDonalds, we have quite a bit of catching up to do, you and me: Dan and Kay.' A smile willingly worms its way across my mouth.

'McDonalds?' I ask, confused. 'At this time in the morning. What time even is it anyway?'

'Five.' Dan replies, not missing a beat.

'And McDonalds will be open at this time in the morning...' He smiles, looking at me in disbelief.

'Wow, you really know nothing! McDonalds is 24 hour.'

'If I'm honest, I am really not in the mood for a burger and fries.'

'McDonalds breakfast starts at five, duh. Honestly...' He mumbles something else, but it is inaudible.

'Only you would know that Mr O'Donoghue, only you.' I tut, as he grabs my hand to help me up, not letting go as we walk down the street; morning slowly approaching and the conversation flowing without any hiccups. Just like we used to be Kay and Dan.

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A/N: So, what do you think? Dan and Ellowyn (Kay) are back... I hope you like the chapter, please comment what you think is going to happen between Dan and Ellowyn now, will they be able just to pick up where they left off? Or will it be a rollercoaster of a ride?

And I would like to add, Bresal was very nearly called Spick Spock Spoon... @XxScripterxX -that is a little thank you for your very inspiring suggestions! lol ;-)

What do you guys think of the evil being that is Bresal? Will we be seeing any more of him?

Please let me know what you think.Thank you and Goodnight(Or Morning/Day/Evening/moon)

GirlWhoCantBeMoved13 :D