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(Guys, If your reading this far it's because of Total Insanity's support, and kind reveiws...You should thank her. This chapter is just for you, Thanks again, this also goes to anyone who left a reveiw!) (T.T)

Darren Rodchester sat in the waiting room of Hollywood's finest hospital.

That little bitch of his was going to catch it as soon as they got out of here...

He was missing a football game for her, and she couldn't even thank him for enduring this bullshit.

So she had a couple scratches/stitches.

Big frikking deal.

Nothing was broken, so why was Darren here?

A look at the nurse's station revealed why he had agreed to this.

Angela Newmon, his girlfriend apart from Heather.

Heather raked in the big bucks, and Angela did everything in between...the sheets, that is.

Darren sat pondering everything, he didn't notice Freddy emerging from a side room with Heather.

He was apologizing for the umpteenth time in a matter of minutes.

Heather winced painfully as she stepped down on her right foot.

The whole right side of her body ached extremely bad.

The pain of the stitches was overwhelming.

Darren noticed the pair in the hallway, and sauntered over to where they stood.

"Would you like me to carry you?" Freddy asked politely.

Before Heather could decline the offer, Darren spoke up.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend! She and are going to have a little 'talk'..."

Freddy was completely taken back by how much this man resembled him when he was still....Not burned.

The boy had short blonde hair, the most penetrating, cold gleam in his eyes, The sharpest features possible, and the voice to match.

He chuckled when he saw that Heather was almost as tall as Darren.

He then saw the meaning behind the words.

'Talk'.

No.

He and Loretta had those kind of 'talks' before.

Freddy was ashamed to admit it, but he had been very abuseive.

Loretta had deserved better...It was to late for better.

Loretta had hoped for a happily ever after, and never got it.

Freddy failed her.

He would not fail this time, after all, happily ever after was just a flick of his right wrist away.