Prom Night - E.G.D [COMPLETED]

Part Seven: Danielle's POV

***WARNING: Sensitive content below***

"What caused you to do this? To take an innocent teenager who doesn't even know you or ever did anything?" I ask, tears flowing down my cheeks as I stare at him, he's doing something, fiddling with something on his desk. David sighs and continues to fiddle with whatever it is, "You don't know my past...you don't know what I've been through. You don't want to know..." He says roughly, I sniffle quietly and move my hands slowly. "Well...then tell me. Maybe I can help." He laughs and shakes his head, "Help me? Yeah, okay. Like I will take advice from a sixteen year old girl." I look up at him and look down, speaking quietly, "Eighteen...and you never know. It might be some of the best advice you've ever received." David slowly turns around in his chair and stares me down, "Sure..."

"My dad got drunk almost every night, when he came home, he started fights with my mother. Physically and verbally abusing her. My brother and I sat in our room, listening, staying with each other with golf clubs in our hands for protection in case he came upstairs. He abused us as well...he hurt me every night. Every damn night." David says as he tries to fight back the tears. "My mother left once we became teenagers to be able to understand fully what was going on. She fought for custody of me and my brother. So hard, she fought. But, she never got it. My dad made up false evidence to make her look bad. They never found out. He threatened us if we told anyone." I look at him with tears in my eyes. I know this guy is a criminal...but sometimes, after listening to people's back stories, it makes you kind of sad. I'm not saying it was right for him to do this and that I'm not upset, but you know what I mean.

He continued to tell me his past. His brother, Roger left home to go into the military. About how when David was around sixteen, his friends made him do drugs and get into alcohol. That's when he also started participating in burglaries. David was sent to a dentention center. Once he got out, he stopped for awhile and tried to clean up his act so, he stopped doing drugs and drinking. But, he started stealing again...but he said it was to survive on his own, because he ran away from home. I will admit, it was hard not to cry, it was hard not to feel bad...but then again, why would he hurt someone else? Making other's suffer instead of seeking help.

"I'm..I'm very sorry for what you've been through. But this doesn't mean you have to act out the way you do. You can get better, I promise. You just have to try. You have to focus...set goals for yourself." I say as he stands up and makes his hands ball up into fists, "You don't think I tried to receive help?! Huh?! Do you know how hard it is to talk to some stranger about your problems? Shit, why am I asking you?! Hell no you don't know what it's like! You have the perfect life you bitch! Look at you all happy, dressed up, going to prom. Whatever." He scoffed, walking over to me, kicking my legs as he got closer. David bent down to me, looked me in the eyes and grabbed my face with one hand, "You don't know what it's like..." He said and slapped my face where he did earlier. I scream out quietly and try to cover where he hit me but my hands are tied up. "Weak bitch..." He said, standing up and staring me down. I breathe quietly but barely. My hands are sweaty and shaky. I'm scared...I miss Ethan. I wonder what he's doing...if he's looking for me. If Grayson and Kelly are looking for me...

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