𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 // 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꧁𝐒𝐈𝐗꧂

Danny's pov

I squeezed my eyes shut, opening them again in seconds.
Still seeing his face.
Smiling...at me.
I noticed people around were staring, but I didn't care.
Right at the moment, I just needed it to go away.
All of it.

I was frozen, my anxiety attacking my body and my mind.
"Danny," he spoke.
That voice.
Without realizing it, tears began to stream down my face.
I just closed my eyes, facing my head down.
"Danny...I've missed you-"

"No," is all I managed to say. Though, it was barely even a whisper.
"Go away..."
"I missed you so much, Danny-"

Hearing him say my name...just brings me back...

"I love you, Danny..."

It brings me back to memories I wish I could forget.

"And I would never do anything to hurt ya-"

"Go away," I repeated a bit louder.
My father began to walk towards me, slowly.
Smiling.
"Please, dad-"
"I know you, son."
I didn't quite understand what he meant by that, so I stood there, dumbfounded. "What do you mea-"
"I mean that I know you," he said as he stepped closer, to the point where we were only inches away from each other.
"I know who you are. I know what you're hiding, doc."

He knew? How did he know? Or, what did he think he knew?
"You don't know me at all," I tried to fight back.

"I understand how you feel-"
"No!" I shouted into his face, the millions of stares around me turning into fear. "You would never understand how I feel, or what I'm going through."
He stared deep into my eyes, examining every single thing in my soul.
He was about to open his mouth again before I interrupted him. "Do you know what it's like, dad? To miss somebody you know is a horrible person for what they did to you? It makes you feel like a monster. It makes ME feel like a monster. I try every single fucking day of my life to move on from it. All of it. From the moment I saw those twins to the life-threatening screams coming from you. And I look back and think, I'm never getting over it. I never will. How could a human possibly have the strength to do so?"
I paused, looking down. I could feel my eyes start to fill.
I looked up into his eyes, caught off guard by seeing my fathers eyes all steamy just like mine.
I stepped closer, death staring him in his eyes.
"Or am I just weak?" I said.
He refused to make eye contact, but once he did, it broke me.
His eyes were the eyes of an abused puppy from the lost and found.
Broken.
Afraid.
And before I knew it, everything went black.