Dangerous (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 41

Daniel POV

'What've you done to me?'

My eyes open and I look around. I'm sitting in an empty white room against the wall. My mom is standing above me, her face buried in her hands.

'Look at what you've done to my life.' Real sobs are coming from her, she crouches down in front of me and I look her in the eyes. She seems broken, as if she's had enough of her existence.

'You took my husband away.' I shake my head slowly but a sharp pang in my stomach tells me that I believe her...

...I'm curled up in my blanket, trying to drown out the sound of my parents shouting at each other.

I'll just go back down and tell them I'm kidding. But I feel myself burrow further into the blanket. I'm scared of facing my mother again. Time passes by and I've been blankly staring at the wall for a while when I hear footsteps coming to my room. I quickly wipe the tears away with the blanket and turn my back to the door. It opens slowly and I recognize the footsteps as my dads. I turn back around.

'She hates me now.' I tell him, my voice cracking slightly. His warm smile grows big as he shakes his head and sits on the corner of my bed. I hear the front door slam from afar, but it doesn't phase him.

'Of course not, Daniel. We both love you more than you know.' I looked away from him and fiddled with my hands.

'You don't care?' I ask him, avoiding his eyes. I feel him shift closer to me on the bed and hear him sigh.

'Daniel. As a parent, the only thing I want for you is to be happy and successful. Success comes with happiness. If you're not happy, I feel like I've failed as your father.' There was a pause as he stood up and moved to the other side of the bed so he could see my face.

'You know who you are more than anyone. Who am I to tell you who you can or can't love? All I want is for you to know that I love you. And no part of you will ever make me love you any less.'

I smiled weakly up at him, my tense body relaxing from relief.

'And mom?' He reached over and ruffled my hair, the way dads do.

'Don't worry son. She'll come around soon...'

...I'm in the kitchen. It's two weeks after my twelfth birthday and my mother is talking to someone at the door.

My heart throbs as I realize what day this is.

No.

My dads gone out to rent us Home Alone. I'm standing at the microwave making popcorn for us. I know my mom was angry about it. She didn't want me watching anything until my winter break homework was done.

She's been taking every opportunity to be away from me. I know my dad said she'd come around, but it seems to be getting worse.

'I'll talk to her, son.' Was his response when I voiced my concern about the movie. I heard them yelling at each other in their room before my dad left for the video store. My mom walked into the living room and saw me sitting on the couch. She gave me a glare and shook her head before going back into her room.

Hours later my dads not yet back, and I'm making popcorn while my mom is talking to someone in the front. I figure he'll come in any second.

I hear a bloodcurdling scream and drop the bag of popcorn in shock.

I run in my socks avoiding the kernels scattered out across the floor. She's sobbing into her hands and there's two police officers with grim expressions across from her. I tug her sleeve.