His Fortress (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirteen

~Danny's P.O.V.~

He had a lot of guts. Why the hell did he think he had the right telling Kimberly that? I understand that I didn't tell him not to tell anyone, but for God sakes, isn't that just common sense?

Ferociously I dug clothes out of my wooden dresser and piled them into my suitcase. You know what? I don't even care. I don't care about Gage or Kimberly or this whole family! They can all shove it up their asses if they want. Kimberly was right, Gage didn't like me... He used me. I was his play thing until he found out that my life was worse than his. You know what he doesn't even have a bad life!

He has a dad!

He has a sister!

He has a mom that cares for his well being.

I love my mom, I'll tell you that. But not divorcing the dick that tried to kill me numerous times tells me that some part of her loathes me.

I let out a sigh and took a seat on the floor. Criss-crossing my legs I turned towards my messy suitcase. He didn't care about me... Not like I cared or anything. I guess I could just say I was experimenting.... And experiment gone wrong.

I still don't understand how he made me care for him... It hurts. It hurts my heart. I kills me inside to think that I actually started to like him. Now he is disgusted with me. What ever, I don't even care anymore.

I shook my head and pushed down on my unfolded clothes till they fit. At least I got to go home tomorrow. It feels strange to say I'm really looking forward to it. It would get me out of this awkward atmosphere. Plus I would get to see my friends again, catch up on my school work and visit with my mom. Speaking of which, I should call her.

I stood up and grabbed my phone from my bed. I unlocked my phone and hit speed dial 2. It began to ring and by the third ring I heard her voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey mom, it's Danny."

"Oh hello dear! How have you been? Are they treating you nice? Are they feeding you? Did you get the plane tickets? Are you getting enough sleep? Have you gotten in any fights? Are you being good? Are you using your manners?"

I listened in annoyance as my mom asked question after question. "Mom, I'm fine..."

"I'm sorry dear, I just worry."

"I just wanted to call and remind you that I'll be coming home tomorrow."

"Alright hon, I'll see you then?"

"Yeah."

"I-I love you."

"Bye." I hung up the phone.

Throwing my phone aside I decided to take a shower so I was clean to see my friends an my mom.

I took my time, allowing the steaming water to drench my skin completely before scrubbing the rich shampoo into my hair. The sweet smelling aroma from the shampoo filled the shower. I washed it out before grabbing the soap and scrubbing my body. The water was making my body feel really hot, and I was getting a little dizzy so I cut it short and got out.

Even after I had dried my body off I was still steaming inside. I threw some sweat pants on and jumped into my bed. I would be home by this time tomorrow. I'd be away from all this drama, away from this family. A small smile cracked on my lips as I thought of being re-united with my friends again. With out me realizing I had already fallen asleep.

~Gage's P.O.V.~

Maybe I was over reacting. Maybe I was being a dick. Maybe I should have let him explain.

The more I think about it, the more I feel bad about it. I knew Danny, he always seemed to be in his own little world. Was his father constantly on his mind? It seemed like he just started to begin to laugh when we really became close. He wasn't a bad kid. I could tell. He got into street fights, because that's the only way he knew how to protect himself.

Wow, I'm a real ass.

Maybe I should apologize. And maybe I should stop saying maybe! But that's besides the point!

I let out a nervous sigh and got up from my bed. I kept replaying my apologize over and over in my head as I traveled down the long hallway. I had to make sure it was perfect. No mess ups if I really wanted him to believe me. Danny lying to me or not, I hated conflict. I still don't know what to think though. I mean, I understand it happens to people, I just doesn't happen to people you know! It happens to people on TV, it happens to people across the world. The boy who came to my house in order to be punished isn't that kid across the world who go abused by his dad... I just isn't!

I stopping in front of Danny's door and paused, putting a hand to it. He probably hates me... I let out and uneasy sigh and grabbed hold of the door knob. Stepping in as I pushed it open. My breath hitched up as I walked in on a sleeping Danny. I quietly walked over to his bed and knelled down by his bed. His face held a peaceful look to it, the first time I'd ever really saw this look on him.

He let out a soft groan and turned over so his back was to me. The blanket fell off his shoulder reviling his bare back. I saw a small line of white tracing down his back. What was that? I asked myself, pulling the comfortor down more so I could see.

My stomach dropped as I eyed a thick, white scar tracing down his right shoulder. My hands started to shake. Maybe it was just from surgery? And then again, maybe he's not lying to me. But that can't be true.

What is that scar from? I ran my finger over it, instantly Danny body flung up, grabbing onto my wrist. His eyes grew wide when he saw me, he began to shake as he dropped my hand. Both of our eyes were wide, he stared back at me fear in his expression. He quickly jumped up off his bed and rushed over to the bathroom, reveling the rest of his back. It was covered in other small cuts, but on scar on his left hip stood out.

"Danny!" I called out as he closed the door.

"G-go away!" He yell through the wall.

I walked over to the door and tried the knob. It was locked.

"Danny, please let me in." I pleaded, knocking on the door.

There was silence for a few minutes. "Go away!" He shouted.

"Why wont you talk to me?!" I shouted back.

The door flung open to a hurt, angry looking Danny.

"I won't talk to you because last time I did you got mad at me! You yelled at me! You thought I was a freak! You, you rejected me!" He choked up, looking down at his feet. "I'm scared to talk to people because everyone stops talking to me..."

"Danny..."

"Just go away." He whispered.

I slowly began to back away. "I'm sorry." I whispered under my breath before retreating back to my room.

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A/N: Sad, oh so sad. Makes me want to cry.

WHATS WRONG WITH YOU GAGE?! Oh yeah... I created him... >.> :3