Thanks for the people who review :D Belive me, I cried on the inside as I wrote the last chapter. This chapter is not that sad, has more to with Sam's past...
"Sup Frednup? Where're you going? Hey! Stay here! That is my Fat Cake! Don't you dare to eat it! I will so beat you up! Hey! Don't run away like a pussy! Fight! Fight Freddie! FIGHT!"
His eyes shot open.
It was just a dream.
She was dead.
It was just a dream.
The dream that haunted him, since the visit in the graveyard two weeks ago.
Her voice was still echoing in her head.
He could hear the sound the of her laughing.
The sound her eating.
The sound of her fist smacking into his shoulders.
He could feel the pain rushing through his body.
Her petite hand touching his.
He could feel her presence.
The vibe of Sam Puckett.
That gives him chills.
Still after all these years.
He has to get up.
Slowly he walks into the kitchen.
Opens the fridge and there it was.
Bacon. Bolivian bacon.
Why does she have haunt me?
Walking down the street he sees her everywhere.
Every blonde girl looks like Sam.
Maybe this is the end? He thought.
Maybe I'm going insane? Maybe I lost my mind?
Lost my mind...
He abruptly stops.
I have to end this!
He turns around and walks towards the graveyard.
"Okay, Sam I get it! But this has to stop! I can't take it any more!", he whisper shouts.
"You're everywhere... everywhere I look I see you... I bet you're laughing your ass of right now. But this is not funny. Look Sam...", he stops.
Of cause this was not Sam's fault.
She was dead.
It was just his imagination.
His conscience.
There are no ghosts.
And Sam is not haunting him.
She was dead.
"I'm sorry", he mumbles.
Just to calm himself down.
He sits down on the bench in front of her grave.
"Excuse me?", a voice asks.
He turns around.
The same woman as yesterday.
She had her eyes.
Her lovely, crystal blue eyes.
"May I ask who you are, Sir? And why are you angry with my mother?", she asks interested but still
a little bit concerned.
He could be a psycho after all.
He swallows.
"I'm sorry, I'm Freddie Benson. An old friend of your mother", he says, still staring at her.
"You have her eyes", he says before he could think about it.
"Thanks I guess. So Mr. Benson, you knew my mom?", she asks interested.
She sits besides him.
"Oh yes, I knew your mom. Where were High School friends. Well, if you would have asked her, she would have denied it back then, but things have changed since then I guess"
"High School, that was a long time ago. Where you close?"
"As close as frenemies could be"
"Frenemies?", she asks confused.
"She called us that. The combination between friends and enemies. Well we started out as enemies, then became frenemies and towards the end... friends", he sight.
"So you were pretty close then. Because my mom said, that she never had a lot of friends back in high school. Just a few. You must be one of the few."
He looked at her. Pretty close, if only you knew...
"I guess so. May I ask what your name is?"
"Lillian Wilson."
"Are you an only child?"
"No, I have two older brothers. My mom adopted them, when I was three"
"Oh. And your father?"
"I never met him. He died before I was born."
"I'm sorry"
"Thanks but I never craved for a father, because I didn't know what it meant to have one"
"She didn't marry again?"
"No. She had a few relationships here and there but nothing ever serious. And she always made sure that her 'boyfriends' didn't give us orders or something like that."
"Oh. I never thought that she would raise her children with out a father figure. Because of her past, you know"
"She always said, that she turned out fine and she knows a lot of people who grew up without a father and turned out fine as well."
"That sounds like the Sam I know. But I thought that she would grow out of her commitment issues"
"She always said there is only one person she could imagine to get old with. And that he is not here. I think she committed once and that was it."
"Yeah seems like it."
"It was nice talking to you Mr. Benson but I have to go, my husband is waiting for me in the car".
"It was a pleasure to meet you Lillian."
As she walks away he looked back hat Sam's grave.
She committed only once. That was it.
He sights.
"I'm sorry that he died. I'm sorry that you had to raise you children without a father. I know that was not what you've had planned. You planned on giving them a father. That was clear, even back then. But the father died and that was it I guess. "So the universe wants that I raise my children without a father? Okay then! Well I turned out to be stable after all. So will my children. They don't need a father. Who needs father...", that's probably what you thought. Stubborn as you are, you went through with it. Always careful that your children got never close to one of you boyfriends. Because you knew that it never was something serious. They shouldn't go trough the pain you went..." he stopped talking as he senses a person behind him.
"Freddie?"
He knew that voice.
He could never forget that voice.
He had kind of stalked for half a decade her after all.
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