IN THIS STORY DANIEL IS PLAYED BY AUSTIN MAHONE. BUT KYLE IS EXPLAINED.
So, my name is Daniel O'Connor, which was recently changed from 'Daniel Smart'. I have a son, his name is Tobi. Tobi is three years old. I adopted him with my perfect husband, Kyle O'connor.
Damien and I grew up in different countries. But this is our story;
"You know what Daniel? How about you just F*** off out of our lives. It was a stupid idea to have a child because we ended up having a gay freak" My dad was drunk, abusive and currently angry. He slapped me over the head.
My mum passed away just after I came out to both my parents. My dad was never okay with the fact that his 17 year old son was gay, but my beautiful mother Josanne never ever let him hurt me. After she did passed away from thyroid and breast cancer. It had origanlly been in those organs, but had spread all over her body. My dad was never this abusive, mean or alcoholic and had always kept his thoughts to himself. But after mum, he started forgetting about me, quit his job and made me live with my grandma during the week so he could stay and home and "work", which everyone knew meant drink until he couldn't see. My dad was a tower over me at almost 7 foot, it was unbelievable. He was a bigger man, however took care of his body. He had dark black hair and dark brown eyes. I looked nothing like him. I more looked like my mother. She wasn't very tall, I had her eyes and brown hair.
"I am going to send you away Daniel, sick f***" he yelled again, and tried top peg a bottle at me. I ducked and he looked at me angrilly. "How DARE you insult me like that young man!"
"I'm sorry Dad but it would've hit me!", I tried to say, choking back the tears. "Where are you sending me?"
"Well I would send you to see your mother but she doesnt want to see you again, you disgrace" He pushed. It really hurt, "But I am sending you to Australia, to go to boarding school there. Your grandmother has done her research on the Cronulla Beach board, and it says nothing about no fags aloud. So you're leaving on Monday. Only 3 more days with you here in California and then you're gone!"
I rushed up to my room in tears. I have some friends here, there aren't many but what am I supposed to do? I have bruises, welts, scars and broken bones in my fingers that cannot be healed because of my father and everyone in Cali puts up with it. What will they even think at 'Cronulla'? Will I even be able to understand anyone? Will I be able to call my Grandparents? I don't want to think about Monday.. But with only 3 days to go, how could I not?
"Yeah I am moving." I mumbled for the 16 hundredth time. My friends didn't seem to understand the concept.
"Well I think it's good that you're moving, Not because I don't want you here, but so you can get away from your father" My best friend Ella said. Ella had blonde hair with streaks of pink through it, the bluest eyes of all and a fit figure. She was one of the trio I was in.
The second part of the trio, Joshua, piped in; "Shut up Ella, I don't want Daniel to move. I'll have no one to play video games with!"
"And I will have no one to go shopping with but I am seeing the good in the bad. A bit like you in that t-shirt" Ella remarked
"This t-shirt is fine!"
"It's got a picture of you and your mum on it, these people we don't even know have been looking and pointing all day"
That made me sad, "At least his mum is still there Ella, I would do it if dad didn't burn every photo I was in" i said. "But it's alright because I am over it. But the biggerr issue is that I have 2 more days and one more sleep until I leave for AUSTRALIA"
