Summary: There's something seriously wrong with Timmy. He has turned inward and won't talk to anyone. He thinks that no one is the wiser, but someone very close to him has a clue. This is a short trilogy of one-shots. This chapter is from Timmy's p.o.v.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The characters used here in and the show they appear on are owned by Elmer "Butch" Hartman and Nickelodeon.

How did I get this way? I think solemnly looking at my wore out reflection in the mirror as I get ready to go to my dad's funeral. Oh yeah, Dad died and Mom hit the bottle, then me. My name is Timmy Turner, and I'm going through Hell. Oh yes, just a few months ago we were the All American Family. Dad and Mom both worked their asses off to provide for us. Then one day while I was at school, I got called to the office. I thought I got into trouble for accidentally causing an explosion in the chem lab, but I was oh so wrong. My dad suffered a massive heart attack at work and died en route to the hospital. I stood in the middle of the office stupefied, all I can remember thinking was He can't be dead, I just saw him this morning! He was just fine!

Mom and I both suffered from my father's untimely passing, but I think that it hit mom harder. My friends offered their support, but they couldn't understand what I was going through. My mom sank into a deep depression, and sank even deeper into endless bottles of vodka. That's when the abuse began. The night before the funeral, I came home after hanging out at A.J.'s house trying to keep my mind occupied so I wouldn't break down. When I opened the door, the overwhelming stench of alcohol flooded my nostrils. There sat mom on the couch with one of dad's belts in her hand.

Flashback

"Where were you young man?"

"I was at A.J.'s, they were trying to cheer me up and keep me sane before the funeral tomorrow."

"Keep you sane…keep YOU sane! How the hell do you think I feel! All you care about is yourself!"

"Mom I didn't mean to…"

Mom got up faster then I ever thought she could, and began to swing that belt. All I could do was cover up and plead with her for mercy.

"Mom stop! Please stop! I didn't mean to upset you! I'm sorry"

End Flashback

That belt hurt like hell to. Especially when it wrapped around my back to my stomach. After about half an hour, she finally stopped and passed out on the couch. I gingerly went upstairs to my room where Cosmo and Wanda were waiting. They took one look at me and were shocked. "Who did this to you sport?" Wanda asked. "My mom, she got drunk and beat me. It's not that bad guys." Cosmo couldn't say anything; he just floated there with tears in his eyes and stared at my bruises in stunned silence. "I wish my bruises were gone and that Mom didn't remember any of this." They raised their wands and the wish was granted. "I don't think you had to wish for your mom to forget, the alcohol would've taken care of that sweetie." Wanda told me.

That beating was worse then anything Vicky had ever thrown at me. At least Vicky had the sense not to leave any visible bruises. The next day at the funeral my mom was a mess. I can't say that I wasn't either, but I tried to put up a good front for everyone, trying to show that I was going to be the rock of this family. Fortunately I have a saving grace: my girlfriend Tootie.

Yes you heard me right: my girlfriend Tootie. We had begun dating earlier this year, after we sat down and had a long heart to heart talk. Simply put, I had given up trying to woo Trixie and instead put all my effort into trying to be her friend. They say that I finally got it through my thick skull about what I had in Tootie and they are right. In fact it is Trixie that deserves the bulk of the credit. She helped me see that, and Tootie and Trixie became good friends after I told Tootie who had helped me see her in a different light. Being in High school can do wonders for someone's point of view.

I felt her wrap a slender arm around my still tender waist (even though the bruises were gone, it still hurt like hell) and tried to comfort me. I smiled down at her with tears in my eyes as the service finished and they lowered his coffin into the ground. My mom sat there wailing and crying and honestly I don't blame her for that.

After the funeral, members from both sides of my family took mom back to our house, while I accepted an invitation from Tootie's parents to have dinner with them. My mom knew where I was going and even said it would be best for me to go over to the McDonald's so I didn't see her like this. Tootie's parents were gracious to a fault with me. Hell her dad even gave me a big hug when I walked in the door. I winced a little when I sat down on the couch because my back was still sore as well. I breathed a sigh of relief when it seemed that no one noticed.

The dinner was delicious, but my mind really wouldn't let me enjoy it. My mind was still firmly entrenched at home and what happened the night before. I would find myself staring off into space, mindlessly rubbing the sore spots on my stomach. I'm not certain, but with the way she keeps looking at me, Tootie has to know something is wrong. I give her a smile, trying to put her mind at ease; and it seems to be working. God I hate lying to her, even non-verbally. She trusts me more then anything and it kills me inside that I can't in good conscience share my pain with her.

I check my watch: 8:35. I promised Cosmo and Wanda that I would call on them at 8:30 to see how my mom was doing. I excuse myself from the table and I walk outside and around a dark corner of the house.

"Cosmo! Wanda!" I quietly call, and with a Poof! and a cloud of smoke my godparents appeared.

"Hey Timmy! You're a little late in calling us you know." Cosmo said with his trademark grin on his face.

"I'm sorry guys, but dinner ran long. I couldn't get away until now to talk to you guys. So how is mom holding up?"

Wanda had a sad look on her face, and I correctly guessed that there was trouble on my horizon. "I'm sorry sweetie, but your mom has been sucking down vodka like water since you left. Any and all attempts to get the bottles away from her has ended violently." she said on the verge of tears.

I then did something I hadn't done in a long time…too long as a matter of fact. I stretched out my arms and wrapped both in a hug and began to cry. I could hear Wanda sobbing quietly while I could feel Cosmo's jaw quivering as he fought back tears. We stood there for what seemed like hours, just embracing and sobbing.

"Is there anyone or anything in Fairy World that can help either me or my mom?" I finally asked between sobs.

A big book with Da Rules printed on it appeared in front of Wanda, and she finally spoke after finding the right page. "I'm sorry sweetie, but Da Rules say we can't interfere besides poofing away your bruises. Not even Jorgen can help this time." Wanda said sadly.

"It's ok; I wouldn't want to disturb Jorgen while he and the Tooth Fairy are on vacation anyway. I guess I gotta do this by myself, because I don't want to lay this all on Tootie right now." I replied softly.

Cosmo just looked at me funny, then said words something that I would've never expected him to say.

"If you love her as much as you say you do, you can tell her anything. How do you think Wanda and I have stayed together for nearly ten millennia?"

I stood there stunned. That had been the most insightful thing Cosmo had said in months. It really hit home with me, because I had indeed earned Tootie's trust. Well, I could tell her almost anything, except the obvious.

"Cosmo, that's the best advice you could've given me! I need someone to help me, and who better then the one person besides you guys and my parents that ever truly loved me?" I said excitedly. "You guys head back to the house and keep an eye on mom. Do everything you can to keep her from doing anything rash. I need to have a talk with Tootie!" I quickly added. Cosmo and Wanda both hugged me before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

I turned around and went back into the house and waited for Tootie to come back down from her room. If ever I had and needed an angel, she was definitely it.

A/N: Read and review please. I know it is heavy stuff, but it's a story that has been gnawing at me for some time. Up next is Tootie's side of things, and she herself has a BIG secret that she has kept from Timmy.