A/N: Strong Language Adult scenes.
It was the middle of night. Freddie was on his way to getting pissed. If he wasn't the Father, why was he so pissed about it? Now Lindsey and Joe could have the family that he'd always wanted. But where did that leave Freddie?
"Enough Fred, let's go home" Joe said.
"Fuck off. You don't own me" Freddie said moving away. But Joe hauled him up and literally dragged him home.
"Piss off" Freddie said.
"Oi, Keep your voice down. Everyone's sleeping" Joe said. Freddie walked into the living room, can in hand. He couldn't even look at the pictures on the walls anymore. All of his family had changed. Including his Mum. It seemed like everyone was moving on and Freddie was still stuck in the past. Stuck on fantasies that were never real.
The only way that he could begin to heal, was with Alcohol, and the cheap stuff at that. Freddie raised his can, but Joe pulled it away from him.
"Joe...one more sip mate"
"No. You really pissed me off today Fred. I needed you to be a Good little Boy for Five minutes. The press were there and everything" Joe said. Freddie nodded. "Sorry Joe. It's just everything's just built up" Freddie said.
"Then say it. Talk to me Fred" Joe said.
"I can't" Freddie said. Every time he said Lindsey's name. Freddie could feel his skin melting. The less Joe knew, the better.
"You can trust me" Joe said leaning next to him. " Now What the fuck was that about?" Joe asked.
"You really wanna know?" Freddie asked. Joe nodded.
"Fine...I'll tell you" Freddie said.