(A/N: Here we gooooo!)
The Resistance
You wanna watch us break?
Be the first to take us down
But your teeth are worn
And there's no stopping us now
You called me mental
Your speeches are malingered
Take down this Molotov of words
Penned with you in mind
Sam. Was. Driving. Him. Crazy.
Big surprise, right?
Actually...she was the one in for a surprise.
I really hope she doesn't murder me for this, but I can't keep living this way! Freddie thought as he gripped his pencil tightly, tounge between his teeth. He was trying his best to compose a civil note to the blonde-headed demon about her treatment of him. Sometimes peaceful measures worked...although with Sam, there was absolutely no guarantee.
All the note asked was for her to keep the physical abuse to a minimum, (he could deal better with the insults) especially in public. He was also offering to buy her a first-rate punching bag if it would help.
She sure has a lot of pent-up anger Freddie mused. I've always wondered why...hmm. He signed the note in a somewhat shaky hand, folded it, and resolved to slip it into the girl's locker the first chance he got.
