Me: Welcome to Misused!

Danny: First Danny Phantom Fic, right?

Me: Correct. This is a response to one of ghostanimal's challenges!

Danny: This is going to be fun…

Me: Why are all the characters I write about always bummed when I do write a story about them?

Danny: Ask Chiro.

Me: Later. I don't own Danny Phantom. He and the others belong to Butch Hartman.

Danny: Read and Review.

Chapter One: When it Began

I sobbed again for the fifth time this month. But it was better then last month. I couldn't stop sobbing. Because last month my mother was torn away from me.

I had been fighting Skulker when it happened. It had only been five months since I had been revealed as 'Danny Phantom' to my mom after a really bad fight with a new ghost. My mom had been driving out to help me but the roads were slick and she lost control of the RV. I found her in the wreck a half an hour later but it was too late. She was already dead.

I had called 9-1-1 and then called Dad. When they arrived I couldn't talk, much less walk to the car on my own. Dad was crying and he helped me into the car. The paramedics put Mom on the cart and covered her with a white sheet. I knew she was officially gone.

The world shattered to pieces that night.

Sam and Tucker really stuck by my side and even Tucker's and Sam's parents, YES Sam's parents, helped me. I had just lost my mom, Jazz had graduated early, and Dad wasn't going to help me. He needed help.

After Mom died Dad began to drink. At first it was just a shot or two to create a little buzz, but shots turned into full cups, and cups turned into bottles. Now he was up to four bottles a day and I was worried.

Today seemed no different. We were mourning the loss of Mom and I went downstairs, knowing Dad was drinking. The moment I entered the living room I got hit in the head by something that shattered at impact. I felt the blood and looked.

My dad had thrown a beer bottle at me.

I looked at Dad with complete shock. He must have been real drunk so I brushed it off and started walking towards the kitchen. He hit me with another beer bottle but I reminded myself that he was drunk.

When I got into the kitchen I grabbed a sandwich and went out the room. Dad was standing there waiting. "What's wrong Dad?" I asked.

"You're what's wrong," Dad said and he slugged me across the face. I ran away from him. My Dad was normally a great big teddy bear. Even when he had gotten drunk before he never hurt anyone. He usually said that he loved me, whether he was drunk or not, it didn't matter.

When I got to my room I put the sandwich down and grabbed the first-aid kit. I wrapped up my head and quickly ate my sandwich. What was wrong with Dad? He normally wasn't like this. I was hoping it was a phase he would grow out of.

I went to bed noting that I was going to have to explain to Tucker and Sam what had happened. I had heard about parents who lost their spouse and did these things to their children but they normally snapped out of it. I hoped this was what Dad was going through because I didn't want to have Dad put in jail like the parents who didn't snap out of it.

I sighed and decided to sleep on it. Maybe this was an one time thing. Maybe he would go back to being Dad after this.

Boy, was I wrong.

Before I fell asleep Dad came in. I saw he had something in his hand. It was a belt. My eyes grew huge and he whipped me twice, leaving the room without a word. I knew he was drunk and I forgave him mentally, but I began to cry and soon I had cried myself to sleep.