The Sick Truth

Chapter 6

*2 years before the present story time*

          “Daniel Ash Parker get your punk ass in this goddamned car right now!” the words flew from Josh’s mouth like knives, penetrating through Danny’s headphones and into his head. He turned around to face his brother. Danny, kind, sweet Danny turned around revealing something like a demon. His hair was dark enough to almost count as black. He wore a black t-shirt, black jeans, a chain belt and black steel-toe boots. His eyes were grey like a storm cloud and he had a look of disgust on his face.

          “What the fuck do you want Josh? You don’t own my fucking soul, just go to Hell already.” Danny snarled at his brother, a deep undertone controlling his words let out a sizzling heat to accompany the ice cold words.

          “Get in the fucking car NOW! Or I swear to God I will get out and beat your ass. It’s time to grow the fuck up and move on with our lives. So do as I say or I’m sending you to that school. I can’t do this without you, so help me or suffer.” Josh started to scream before toning down, and Danny got into the car.

          They didn’t speak after that for weeks. Why? Danny had left for the new school. He had gotten into a fight with his Aunt and her car crashed. She died. Josh blamed him. It wasn’t for another year until they met again. Danny had changed.  He put the horrific behind him, because he couldn’t look hard enough, or care deeply enough to save her life.

          *Present time of story*

          Danny slowly opened his eyes to reveal hot sunlight streaming in through between the white blinds covering his window. He rolled over and propped himself up, then reached for his phone. He had I missed call, and a voice mail. He then noticed the time and his eyes almost rolled back into his head. It was past noon. He brought the phone up to his ear and listened to the voicemail.

          “Hello, Danny? This is Margaret Belden, You may not remember me but they’ve found Samantha. She isn’t dead and would like to speak to you. If you wish to accept then please be at the old diner at 2 p.m.” the soft, feminine voice wavered as it spoke. Samantha Belden, the girl he had loved. She couldn’t be alive…she had committed suicide 2 years before. Danny had to see her, so he grabbed clean clothes, threw them on and got into the car, driving to the diner where he and Samantha used to spend their Sunday mornings.

          Danny entered the diner and looked towards the old booth that the young couple had claimed. There sat a familiar looking girl, Margaret Belden and a little boy. He approached them and sat down. He scanned their solemn faces for the tiniest hint of regret.

          “Hi Danny, It’s me, Samantha. I am so sorry… but I can explain. I had to fake my death; it was the only way to keep my family safe. Please don’t be mad…?” she looked at him with her liquid chocolate eyes and radiated sorrow.

          “I forgive you. I understand…just…why? What happened that could cause so many problems?” Danny murmured softly back to her, his emotions buzzing around and intertwining with each other, every word forced to be calmly spoken.

          “This is my son Mark; he’ll be two in a few months. Everything I did was for him, he has his daddy’s eyes…” she whispered. Danny’s eyes flicked to mark’s. Slowly Mark looked up, mint green eyes changing to mystic blue. His mood changing from happy to curious, just as Danny’s did at the same time.

          “Danny, this is your son…”

          The words pulsed through Danny’s head. He had a son. He had a goddamn kid! His girlfriend pretended to kill herself to keep him from finding out. It was all just so wrong…so fucked up. Danny got up from the booth and left. He drove back to his house, and sat down on the front porch, where he just sat, staring at the ground, hands shaking as they clenched into fists. Then it happened. He flew around and rammed his hand, full force into the front door, following the slam was a sharp crack and his own scream.

          He pulled his hand from the other side of the door, to find it bleeding and completely destroyed. He looked up to find he could see through the door, right through a fist sized, cracked, hole.

          “Oh shit, Josh is gonna fucking kill me!” he murmured before getting back into his car to drive himself to the hospital. As he arrived he was met with a smile by a perky blonde nurse and he just ignored her obvious attempts at flirting.

          “So how did you happen to do something so bad to your hand? You must be really strong.” She giggled in that obnoxious way girls do.

          “No offense but I prefer redheads, and I have a girlfriend.” Danny growled with a little too much force than necessary. The blonde stuck her nose up in the air and walked off, leaving Danny to wait for a doctor alone. Great, he thought, now how do I explain myself to Molly and Josh? Oh god, Molly…she’s going to hate me…

          Danny walked into Molly’s room, his footfalls sounded like thunder he crept slowly towards the chair at the side of her bed. She gave him a wry look and opened her mouth to speak before she heard the door open, in walked a stark-faced Josh…followed by Samantha and Mark.

          “Daniel Ash Parker, you better have a damn good explanation for this or I swear you will never see the light of day again.” Josh snapped.

          “Who are you? I’ve never met you before…” Molly quizzically asked Sam.

          “Molly this is my ex-girlfriend Samantha Belden, she was supposedly dead until now. The little boy is her and mine’s son… who I had no clue existed until today… his name is Mark.” Danny murmured turning his eyes down to his feet.

          “Daniel Ash Parker, you are dead…” Molly’s voice growled, betrayal holding back tears in her eyes. “All of you get out!” she demanded.

          “Molly, please…?” Danny looked up at her and his eyes threatened to make her melt, but she held still.

          “I am done. Leave. Do not come back…ever.”