Hello Readers,

Sorry for the confusion. I have everything in my head some of it just didn't make it on to the paper it will all make sense eventually

p.s. Swarley 180 I would love any ideas you would throw my way but I can't promise you I'll use them.

Disclaimer: My only possession in life is my Labradoodle Fluffernutter.

Sam POV

Every second I remembered something new. They told me he was dead. How could this be possible? What is going on? So many thoughts were going through my head the only thing I was sure of was that I needed a hug from my daddy. I ran to him and but then I stopped myself. He has been comatose since I was in the third grade. Was he in pain, could I hurt him? He looked so paled, had they been taking good care of him? Why didn't I know he was alive? And then I thought of something that erased all other thoughts. Did HE remember ME?

"Sammy!" he said in disbelief "Have I really been gone that long?"

When he saw my hesitance he added "Come over here I won't break"

"Daddy…" I sobbed as I crumpled in to his arms

Once I composed myself he asked me to fill him in on everything that happen while he was "away" as he put it. So I told him I told him everything about the family. About Melanie leaving to boarding schoo,l me blocking my memories 'cause I thought he was dead, and Mom never being the same (I didn't mention in what way 'cause I just wasn't sure exactly how to break that to him) and after I finished talking 2½ hrs later he asked me a question that unlocked another flood of memories

"What about that Freddie kid, are you still friends with him?"

I froze as an onslaught of memories overtook me. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity mulling over everything I had just remembered. Then my mother walked in. Before she could say anything I whipped around grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room.

"How could you have told me he was dead? HOW COULD YOU!"

"He was dead. After 4 months in a coma there is only a 15% chance for even a partial recovery. I let your hope last as long as there was a chance. But there was no reason to keep your hopes up after everyone knew he was never going to wake up. Can you imagine me going through the last 7 years having you guys run home every day asking me if daddy woke up? It was best for all of us."

"How can you say that? I blocked out most of my childhood and you never even noticed 'cause you were too wasted all the time!

"You forgot?"

"Yes, Mother, I blocked out all my memories of Daddy because it hurt too much to remember. But at least I've been out of the house in the last 7 yrs."

But before she could respond, I left. I had a lot of thinking to do before I could talk to anyone.

Freddie POV

I was sitting on my bed thinking. Her dad was alive? Had he really been in a coma all this time? What would this mean for Sam? What would this mean for me and Sam? Would she remember everything? I looked at the clock 12:44PM. I should go to bed.

"KNOCK KNOCK" I looked at my window and there was Sam on the fire escape. Tears streaming down her face but her eyes said one thing very clearly.

She remembers me.