Kidnapped by Daniel Howell

Chapter Fourteen

"Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked while hiding behind Daniel. "I'm here to take back my son!" He said angrily. "No your not! He is my son now!" Daniel snaps at him. "Nobody asked you!" My dad snapped back. "Nobody needed to, maybe if you were a halfway decent father I wouldn't have had to take him!" Daniel yells to him. My father looked surprised that someone had actually stood up to him. "Wayne, come with me now, were going home!" My dad yelled as he pulled on my wrist. "No! Wayne go back in the house, Ill come get you when i'm ready!" Daniel said while pulling me back. I followed Daniels directions as my dad was screaming at me. "Wayne your going to regret disobeying me!" He screamed, but I didn't care. I was happy to be with Daniel. After about an hour Daniel had came back in and told me to come with him. I gladly followed him and we both got into the car. "Last time I was in this car, I was tied up in the trunk." I said. Daniel started laughing at my humour. The drive was rather silent as I continued to stare at him. Daniel was a very beautiful person. He looks simply amazing when he isn't hiding in the darkness. "You should smile more often." I said to him. "Oh really, why so?" He asked me. "Your beautiful when you smile." I say feeling content with myself. 

*Fast forward to the courtroom because I ran out of ideas for the car ride* 

"So let me get this straight Mr. Howell. You kidnapped this young man because you felt he was unsafe with Mr. Szpilman-Johnson?" The judge said. Daniel was getting irritated, I could feel it. "Your honour, I knew he was unsafe. Also I didn't 'kidnap' him, I took him in. He came to me seeking immediate help, and I gave him a temporary solution." He said. I knew he was lying but I didn't care, as long as he got me away from my father. "Can I call Wayne Anderson-Szpilman to the stand please?" The judge said. I walked up to the stand as everyone's eyes were glued to me. They were watching my every move. My dad was watching me, he was not happy. He was giving me evil looks. "Mr. Anderson-Szpilman, can you please describe your life with your father?" The judge asked me. I gulped and nodded my head yes. "Well when my mum was still living with us, he would hurt him. My mother finally got enough  and left him, leaving my siblings and I with my father. My father would then start abusing me. I would try staying out of the house as much as possible, but when I did go back he would hurt me again. I got sick and tired of being abused." I said as I pulled up my sleeves revealing the bruises that Daniel had given me, but I was passing them off as bruises that my dad had given me. "As soon as I was able, I ran away, never looking to go back. I found Daniel at a bus stop and practically begged for him to take me in." I finished. My dad stood up looking shocked. "I did not give him those bruises!" He shouted. "I stood up angrily. "Then who did! I know Daniel didn't, I know mum didn't, I know I didn't, so it must have been you!" I yelled. "ORDER! ORDER!" The judge said as he banged his gable. "Mr. Szpilman-Johnson, you need to sit down and control yourself!" The judge said again. My father sat down looking angry and Daniel looked at me with a proud expression.