Chapter 2

"How'd you do that?" The petite little red head questioned, looking directly at the cast wrapped around his leg.

Fred cut his eyes, it's not that he cared that she asked, it's that he was beginning to feel ashamed of himself and dreaded every bit of the feeling. "I..I..none of your business nosy." He huffed at her. Daphne's little innocent face shown a frowned. She quickly backed off of him. "Sorry.." Daphne mumbled, unhappy with the older child's reaction to her. Feeling that terrible feeling of guilt washing over himself he quickly threw a rude response to her apology to hide his feelings. "You should be" he hissed.

Daphne's frown turned into anger. He was getting on her nerves.

"You could be nicer.." She said.

"You could be more quiet than you are." Fred added.

"You can't fool me!" Little Daphne Blake shouted. "You're not so big bad and tough, you're just afraid." Fred was in shock, how could the little girl next door know him so well? It's like she could see right through his acts. "You're a liar!" He shouted. Unsure of what to do next he slung his crutch in the air knocking her in the head. She fell backwards to the ground. He expected her to be in tears, but in disbelief he watched her eyes slowly close shut.

"Daphne?" His voice croaked. Suddenly his heart began to race. It beat so hard he thought it would burst out if his chest at any moment. "Daphne wake up! I didn't mean to.." Before he could finish his eyes grew wide, from her head red blood began to poor out. "Oh no.." He whispered to himself.

"Daphne!" A voice screamed from behind him. Fred knew his life was over. It was the girls father, a name of which he couldn't remember.

"Fred! What happened here?" His mother asked rushing to the Blakes daughter's side. Removing her scarf to apply pressure to the open cut. Frantic Nan got on her knees crying over her young daughter.

"Is she dead?" Nan cried. Fred slowly took a few steps back from the scene, hoping to get away.

"No she's unconscious." Judy stated. "Brad! Call an ambulance! Hurry!" She said firmly, remaining calm for the sake of the poor parents of the little girl. Following his wife's directions, the ambulance arrived minutes later.

"I'm so so sorry Nan and Barty.." Judy apologized. Nan just shook her head.

"Just please, keep your wild child away from our daughters!" Barty commanded before getting into the ambulance with his young daughter.

Brad pulled his tearful wife into his arms. "What are we going to do with him, Brad?" She cried. Brad kissed her forehead. "I-I don't know Judy." He sighed deeply. Fred watched his parents grieve together from the side walk. Knowing he'd done something he'd be punished severely for.

The walk home was silent. But once in the doors of the Jones house the silence was quickly broken.

"Fredrick Herman Jones" Brad started. Fred's heart once again was pounding. But his mind stuck on the girl. The one he'd put into an ambulance. Still he tried to pay attention to his fathers words, knowing he had a lot of explaining to do. "What the heck were you think son? What did you do to her?"

"I hit her with my crutch..." Fred admitted.

"Why would you do such a thing? Especially to a girl! I've taught you how you should treat girls, Fred. And you disobeyed me. She's in the hospital now! Because if you!" His father raised his voice, anger boiled inside of him.

"I don't know why I did it dad. I just did!" Fred mumbled.

"She was so kind to you. She's new here and just needed a friend. Her first impression of people here was you! Can you imagine how scared she must be?" His mother cried.

"Fredrick, no sports, no sleepovers, no games, no anything until you learn to behave yourself. You'll stay by your parents side. Like a baby." Brad decided.

"And you'll be taking Daphne an apology letter. With a present you'll purchase or make yourself." Judy said.

Fred nodded his head. He has no intention on knocking the clumsy redhead over, so why should he have to apologize? It didn't matter now. There was no way his parents were letting him off the hook here. He hadn't seen his parents this upset in a long time.

"Freddy..." His mother sniffled, kneeling to his height. Young Fredrick had no issue looking into his mother's eyes which had tears streaming down her worn face. But he kept his focus on his twiddling thumbs. "What makes you this way? You are loved by so many, but you have no respect for anyone. If..if you keep this up your father and I will have decided to send you to a boarding school" she sobbed, resting her head on the sofa where he sat. Fred's face was blank. He looked at his mother then up to his father. Brad's arms were crossed, his face showed a certain sadness and exhaustion. For a brief moment Fred felt sorry for the trouble he'd caused. But the feeling couldn't run over his mischief doings. He could never admit he was wrong.

"Boarding school?" Fred croaked. His father nodded.

"It's the only way son.." Brad said. Fred leaped off the sofa, grabbing his crutches and quickly limped away.

Boarding school? It just wasn't possible..

TBC

A/N: Thanks for reading, I can't wait to publish the next chapter!