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Danny never had a clue he was being followed and it might not have mattered at all, were it not for the car.
Rachel had been through so much lately, and whether they still went to prom on the 19th or not, Danny wanted to make his girlfriend happy if he could at all. He figured with or without prom, if he showed up at her door all dressed up and carrying flowers, he could put a smile on her face. Which was why he jumped at the chance to go shopping with Dylan the moment his mother mentioned she needed to speak to his father alone, just the two of them.
Deirdre, Dylan's sister, had come with hem. She chattered incessantly as they shopped, but Danny appreciated it. It made him feel like maybe things were normal if Deirdre could walk around, telling them about her babies and how they were speaking in full sentences which meant they were learning new ways to say no.
They had waited for the crossing sign, just like they were supposed to. As they started to cross, Deirdre telling them about how Gabriel often refused to wear clothes when he was at home, a car came speeding through the intersection despite a red light. There was really no other traffic and the driver had simply missed it.
Danny felt the wind off the car as it missed him by mere centimeters. It was like everything slowed down as he heard Deirdre scream and then a sickening crunch before the squealing of car breaks. He knew before he even looked that Dylan had been hit front on and sent flying head over heels into the street.
In an instant, no one was paying attention to him, not even Danny himself. Oh god, his best friend was dead. Deirdre was screaming at her brother's side, shrieking at people to call 999. Onlookers were crowding around to gaze at the bloody mess in the street. It was like taking candy from a baby to simply grab Danny from behind. A hand slammed over his mouth and he felt a pill slide down his throat as he swallowed in panic.
"It's okay, Dan. I got you."
Danny would know that voice anywhere, even after a decade.
The world greyed and blackened as Danny fell unconscious in his uncle's arms, and it didn't seem like anything other than an onlooker, fainting at the sight of the gore in front of him and being carried away by his caring family member.
When Danny woke, his entire body was reluctant to move. In a haze, Danny remembered what had happened with growing horror. In an instant, he had lost his best friend and been abducted by his uncle.
Oh god.
He sat up straight as the van he was enclosed in bounced and shuddered down what was likely a gravel road. Danny felt like he might vomit from fear, but had to keep it together. He had to keep his wits about him. Don't panic. Don't panic, Danny. Be smart.
Frantically, he searched his jeans pockets for his mobile and was unsurprised when he didn't find it. His uncle had no doubt removed it right away, dropping it into a rubbish bin so no one could follow the GPS signal and take Danny away from him.
Danny, however, had read enough about abductions online to be prepared for that. Ever since spotting Greg all those weeks ago, he had taken to carrying one of his old mobiles around as well, just in case. It wasn't often an abductor took the time to search for two mobiles. It was always concealed in the lining of his light jacket which he had been wearing everywhere, even if it was too warm. Everyone in his life had been supplied with his second number, and they knew if a text came through from that phone, it wasn't good news.
Danny's fingers brushed against the phone, proving it hadn't been taken, and he nearly cried with relief. He could tell his mother what was happening. He could send for help. Oh god, he needed help.
The old mobile wasn't equipped with swype, instead having an older-fashioned fold out qwerty keyboard. Gathering his courage and trying very hard not to cry, he flicked the phone on and did his best to type a message in the dark of the van. The first message was simple and straight to the point in case he was interrupted.
Help
He sent it to everyone in his contacts, before keying in another message, just in case things went badly. Oh god, what if he died? His mother was going to blame herself... No, he wasn't allowed to panic yet. He still had more to do.
Love you mum so much
Then, because there was time, he sent a third message. He tried to put as much information into it as he could, until he felt the van screech to a halt. Footsteps crunched across the gravel and the backdoor of the van was hauled open, sending sunlight directly into his protesting eyes. Before Greg could stop him, Danny hit send on his unfinished text, and he only hoped it got to them before Greg smashed the phone on the ground.
Its greg. Took mu other phonr. Please. Drugged. Dark in s van. White? Rough road but dont know wher- fuck he comi
The phone crunched and then Danny was face to face with the man who had violated him all those years ago. His heart leaped into his throat and he tried to scramble away as Greg climbed into the van and headed straight for him. Panic, now, was inevitable.
"No!" His stomach threatened to empty itself as he tried to hold his hands out for protection.
"Goddammit, Dan. I knew I heard you moving around back here. Now I have to drug you again."
Danny didn't hear the note of guilt in his uncle's voice. He only knew that a second later those hands were pushing him back; holding him down, forcing another pill into his mouth. Danny tried to resist, but Greg covered his nose until, unable to hold his breath, he swallowed.
Fuck.
When Greg let him go, Danny whimpered and curled up into a ball, his head swimming. He tried to tell Greg just how much he hated him, but all that came out was a wordless sound of anguish as Greg closed the van door again, robbing him of the light.
Danny was unconscious before he could even start to cry.
Rachel had been through so much lately, and whether they still went to prom on the 19th or not, Danny wanted to make his girlfriend happy if he could at all. He figured with or without prom, if he showed up at her door all dressed up and carrying flowers, he could put a smile on her face. Which was why he jumped at the chance to go shopping with Dylan the moment his mother mentioned she needed to speak to his father alone, just the two of them.
Deirdre, Dylan's sister, had come with hem. She chattered incessantly as they shopped, but Danny appreciated it. It made him feel like maybe things were normal if Deirdre could walk around, telling them about her babies and how they were speaking in full sentences which meant they were learning new ways to say no.
They had waited for the crossing sign, just like they were supposed to. As they started to cross, Deirdre telling them about how Gabriel often refused to wear clothes when he was at home, a car came speeding through the intersection despite a red light. There was really no other traffic and the driver had simply missed it.
Danny felt the wind off the car as it missed him by mere centimeters. It was like everything slowed down as he heard Deirdre scream and then a sickening crunch before the squealing of car breaks. He knew before he even looked that Dylan had been hit front on and sent flying head over heels into the street.
In an instant, no one was paying attention to him, not even Danny himself. Oh god, his best friend was dead. Deirdre was screaming at her brother's side, shrieking at people to call 999. Onlookers were crowding around to gaze at the bloody mess in the street. It was like taking candy from a baby to simply grab Danny from behind. A hand slammed over his mouth and he felt a pill slide down his throat as he swallowed in panic.
"It's okay, Dan. I got you."
Danny would know that voice anywhere, even after a decade.
The world greyed and blackened as Danny fell unconscious in his uncle's arms, and it didn't seem like anything other than an onlooker, fainting at the sight of the gore in front of him and being carried away by his caring family member.
When Danny woke, his entire body was reluctant to move. In a haze, Danny remembered what had happened with growing horror. In an instant, he had lost his best friend and been abducted by his uncle.
Oh god.
He sat up straight as the van he was enclosed in bounced and shuddered down what was likely a gravel road. Danny felt like he might vomit from fear, but had to keep it together. He had to keep his wits about him. Don't panic. Don't panic, Danny. Be smart.
Frantically, he searched his jeans pockets for his mobile and was unsurprised when he didn't find it. His uncle had no doubt removed it right away, dropping it into a rubbish bin so no one could follow the GPS signal and take Danny away from him.
Danny, however, had read enough about abductions online to be prepared for that. Ever since spotting Greg all those weeks ago, he had taken to carrying one of his old mobiles around as well, just in case. It wasn't often an abductor took the time to search for two mobiles. It was always concealed in the lining of his light jacket which he had been wearing everywhere, even if it was too warm. Everyone in his life had been supplied with his second number, and they knew if a text came through from that phone, it wasn't good news.
Danny's fingers brushed against the phone, proving it hadn't been taken, and he nearly cried with relief. He could tell his mother what was happening. He could send for help. Oh god, he needed help.
The old mobile wasn't equipped with swype, instead having an older-fashioned fold out qwerty keyboard. Gathering his courage and trying very hard not to cry, he flicked the phone on and did his best to type a message in the dark of the van. The first message was simple and straight to the point in case he was interrupted.
Help
He sent it to everyone in his contacts, before keying in another message, just in case things went badly. Oh god, what if he died? His mother was going to blame herself... No, he wasn't allowed to panic yet. He still had more to do.
Love you mum so much
Then, because there was time, he sent a third message. He tried to put as much information into it as he could, until he felt the van screech to a halt. Footsteps crunched across the gravel and the backdoor of the van was hauled open, sending sunlight directly into his protesting eyes. Before Greg could stop him, Danny hit send on his unfinished text, and he only hoped it got to them before Greg smashed the phone on the ground.
Its greg. Took mu other phonr. Please. Drugged. Dark in s van. White? Rough road but dont know wher- fuck he comi
The phone crunched and then Danny was face to face with the man who had violated him all those years ago. His heart leaped into his throat and he tried to scramble away as Greg climbed into the van and headed straight for him. Panic, now, was inevitable.
"No!" His stomach threatened to empty itself as he tried to hold his hands out for protection.
"Goddammit, Dan. I knew I heard you moving around back here. Now I have to drug you again."
Danny didn't hear the note of guilt in his uncle's voice. He only knew that a second later those hands were pushing him back; holding him down, forcing another pill into his mouth. Danny tried to resist, but Greg covered his nose until, unable to hold his breath, he swallowed.
Fuck.
When Greg let him go, Danny whimpered and curled up into a ball, his head swimming. He tried to tell Greg just how much he hated him, but all that came out was a wordless sound of anguish as Greg closed the van door again, robbing him of the light.
Danny was unconscious before he could even start to cry.
