𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 // 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꧁𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄꧂

Danny's pov

My mom sat me down on the couch, smiling at me awkwardly.
"W-what is it?" I said curiously.
Her smile faded. "Look," she began, placing her hand on my knee, causing shivers down my spine.
"Your father...you know about...what happened, right?"

"At the hotel?"

"Yes."

I gave her a sad look. "Yeah...I do."
"Well," she said. "What I meant was...when you saw Jack at school, did he tell you anything? Or hint at anything...strange?"
I gave her an even more confused look.
"No?"
"Okay." She sighed. "Danny, I know that the story you heard was that he tried to kill us because he was convinced by Mr. Grady...but that wasn't the case."

Okay, now things are making no fucking sense, I thought to myself.

"You see...I don't know if I can tell you, Danny-"
"What? Well you have to now!"
"Your father can."

I paused, bewilderment covered on my face. "How-"

"Maybe if you go in your room, lock the door, and ask for him to come, he'll come."

All I could do was stare at her, looking for any signs of joking.
No signs.

"Just like what happened at school, right?" She said.

I got up without talking, walking to my room, locking the door, and...

"D-dad?" I stuttered, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Mom s-said that you could tell me e-everything that happened...at the overlook."
I looked around the room, seeing nothing that looks remotely close to my father.

Until...

I felt an arm come across my shoulder, making me jump for the 100th time today.
"D-Dad...?" I said shakily, tears quickly appearing.
"Dan-"
I interrupted him by hugging him quickly in a tight, warm, and welcoming hug.
I let go, staring at him seriously. "Wait...do you w-watch me?"
He hesitated. "Yes, Danny. I saw what happened to you earlier."

My eyes widened, shock taking over every emotion. I placed my head in my hands, balling.
My father, Jack, put his arms around me once more, pulling me close.

"Shhh," he said.

"Shhhhh."

Once I was quiet again, I pulled away, staring at his soft and broken chocolate eyes. "...Dad?"

He smiled. "Yes?"

"What really happened in that hotel?"

I could tell easily that Jack was uncomfortable with the topic, but I need to know. I'm his son for crying out loud! It would be appreciated to know truthfully why my own father tried to kill me and my mother!

He sighed.
"Well," he began. "I met a guy named Lloyd."