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Freddie lay quietly in the back seat awkward silence filling the small vehicle but Freddie knew everyone there was about to burst with questions. His brain told him to slow down. What could he possibly say? Where would he start? Would he lie? Again? No he couldn't. He couldn't pull it off and even if he couldn't he was just tired of lying. It really was exhausting.

But if he wasn't careful Mackenzie would do something to him again. Would the other's wait for him if he was knocked down again? He couldn't afford to slow down he had to always be on the run. Freddie missed focusing on iCarly, doing time wasting stuff like making up rap battles about peanut butter ( which Sam always won), he missed enjoying life, and most of all he missed his friends, parents. Sure he saw them but he was always in such a rush.

'Maybe I should slow down,' thought Freddie.

The truth was he had to face to his problems his life was fine before, he had had enough problems already like being romantic with Sam yet not being a complete doofus. Tonight he had to focus on this and stop getting ahead of himself. Mainly he had just missed being himself relaxed, happy, somewhat funny?

'I am pretty hilarious,' he thought while smirking.

There was Freddie the guy who tended to be sarcastic who could end up getting a girl? Maybe? Freddie looked up and noticed they were almost there and he started thinking about what to say. Soon they were pulling up and they silently walked out. Lubert looked up

"HEY! CAREFUL ON MY FLOOR BLOOHLAAJAABI," he said.

Freddie smiled despite the mood he was in at Lubert. Lubert stared at him and Freddie quickly looked away.

'Do I look that bad? I mean Lubert hardly looks at me except when he's yelling if he noticed I must look crap.'

They walked up the stairs and into Mrs. Benson while she held open the door he saw Spencer open the door and look at him or try to without his jaw dropping as he closed his door. Mrs. Benson sat down and patted the seat next to her as if it this was just some simple chat he felt everyone's eyes on him and nervously sat in the only chair not for two or three.

Mistake. He felt worse now that he was alone, oh well. He sighed and readied himself for the questions.

"Freddie you better not lie."

"We just want to talk to you son."

"What should we start with how he ran off or how he's been lying to us for what a few weeks?"

"For once I agree with Sam Fredward who did this to you?"

"Freddie we need to know I know it might be a little scary but this is killing us I bet it's having the same effect on you."

Freddie nodded at Carly and opened his mouth to speak.

"Shut up he's about to talk," said Sam.

"You guys are right, I-I've lied to you about this about everything I haven't been sleeping because I've been doing other kids homework and having nightmares a-about them. So I became tired and fell asleep in most of my classes. They hurt me too I-I tr-tried to hide it and I did a pretty good job after they left I would run and clean up the bloo-"

"Blood?" said Mrs. Benson.

Freddie nodded "And it worked it worked for awhile a-and I thought I was home free. But soon they were having me do more s-sometimes they'd just beat me up for saying something about them beating up kids. I grew re-restless and I knew Carly or Sam would find out so I tried to avoid them. I was upset but it wasn't that bad, yet. One day I came early to school with Carly and while she went to talk to a teacher-"

"She should've been there," mumbled Mrs. Benson.

Freddie looked at her "Maybe I shouldn't have been so weak maybe it was my fault if that hasn't crossed your mind leave them out of this. It's not their fault I need to learn how to defend myself. I s-saw them and they w-were doing drugs before I could stop m-myself I said aloud 'you're doing drugs?' they saw me and beat me up they thought I was gonna tell on them either way they like beating me up. It just got w-worse as time passed. Then you guys found out and things just went downhill from there and when I ran off to try and think and just get away from my problems I ran into them again when I saw their gang," said Freddie.

"FREDWARD do you know how much danger you were in still are in why wouldn't you tell us this?" said Mrs. Benson.

Freddie looked down avoiding her gaze, he just couldn't look at her and he couldn't cry in front of the girls either.

"Why didn't you tell me?" said Sam who was moving towards him despite Mrs. Benson's glare

"I could've helped you," she continued "We could've stopped them together."

"Because you've got enough to worry about and I would never put you in danger like that-"

"Freddie please come here," said Mrs. Benson "PLEASE. Listen girls this is a family matter I need to talk to my son."

Freddie gulped and walked away.

"You know it's okay to ask for help every now and then," she said as she stroked his hair.

Freddie stroked her hair too as the two girls rolled their eyes but smiled that Mrs. Benson wasn't going to freak out.

"I kn-know," he said "I know."

"But why Freddie why didn't you tell us? This could've ended a long time ago," said Mrs. Benson.

"We would've gladly helped," added Carly.

"I know but I don't want you guys putting yourself in danger because of me," said Freddie as he looked to the girls.

"So this has been going on for how long?" said Mrs. Benson.

"Two or three weeks," said Freddie "I mean they've come to me before but never like this I guess they just got confident that they wouldn't get caught and made me their regular."

Freddie looked at her surprised that she hadn't flipped out yet or given some huge hug. Spoke too soon he thought as tears ran down her eyes and she hugged him tight he winced.

"Oh sorry," she said as she let go.

"But Freddie you know we can't stay here," said Mrs. Benson.

"WHAT?" Freddie shouted.

"Well I'm not going to let my son be beat up every day," she calmly responded .

"Mrs. Benso-"

"I CAN'T LEAVE!" shouted Freddie "I WON'T! THIS IS MY HOME, MY LIFE, I'M NOT LEAVING I REFUSE TO GO!"

"Freddie! I was perfectly calm through all of this and I'll stay that way if we leave I can't live here knowing your being harassed!" she replied starting to get angry. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE HAD TO GO THROUGH? I JUST CAN'T LIVE HERE ANY LONGER ALL IT DOES IS UPSET ME! YOUR FATHER, CARLY AND SAM, THOSE MEAN KIDS! DON'T YOU SEE? ALL THIS PLACE IS TO US IS A MEMORY BOX THAT HURTS AND I-I-I JUST CAN'T DO THIS! I CAN'T DROP MY SON OFF AT A SCHOOL WHERE'S HE NOT SAFE! WHERE YOUR FATHER AND I MET! AND THEN I GO TO THE HOSPITAL! THEN COME HOME TO OUR HOUSE WHERE WE USED TO BE A HAPPY FAMILY! AND I WANT THAT HAPPINESS BACK!"

"We have happiness here mo-"

"NO YOU HAVE HAPPINESS HERE! NOT ME YOU! I'D BE HAPPY IF WE-"

"NO MOM! YOU'LL DRAG ME DOWN WHEREVEER YOU GO! YOUR SO OVERPROTECTIVE! YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING! AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M JUST SO FULL OF HAPPINESS ALL THE TIME! I'M HAPPY MOST OF THE TIME BUT HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT THIS MIGHT BE HARD ON ME?" shouted Freddie.

"You were young and you hardly ever talk about i-"

"Wow looks who talking. You haven't talked about this in THIRTEEN YEARS. I'M SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD MOM! LET ME MAKE A FEW DECISIONS ON MY OWN!"

"Fredward Benson this is not a possibility this is a DECISION I've been unhappy here for a long time now it's time to leave. Maybe you've forgotten who the adult is here let me remind yo-"

"Oh you sure have forgotten! MAYBE I NEEDED TO TALK ABOUT IT! NO ONE EVER ASKED ME HOW I FELT! WHEN FATHER'S DAY CAME YOU COMPLETELY IGNORED IT! AND YOU JUST STARTED DATING LUBERT WITHOUT A WORD-"

"Freddie! You have said enough my decision is fin-"

"NO! I haven't said enough! You sign us up for all these family activities so we have no time to talk! And I'm not gonna stop asking about this. Until I get some information on my DAD you never say anything about hi-"

"HE'S DEAD FREDDIE!" she screamed while everyone stared at her "IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR! WELL I'LL SAY IT AGAIN IF I HAVE TO! HE. IS. DEAD! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY? YOU KNOW HOW HE DIED YOU KNOW AS MUCH AS I DO! WHAT. DO YOU WANT. ME TO SAY? HE IS DEAD HE'S BEEN THAT WAY FOR THIRTEEN YEARS NOW AND I CAN ASSURE YOU IT WON'T CHANGE ANY TIME SOON!"

Freddie stared at her trying not to show the emotion he saw hiding, his face showed nothing. He looked at her.

"I'm done," he said and he walked to his room.

Mrs. Benson sat down in her chair with her head in her hands what did I just do she said to herself. Sam and Carly looked at each other. Trying to decide what they should do. They had never seen Freddie or Mrs. Benson this angry. The way they yelled at each other behind all the sick pills and making sure they were okay was a horribly broken relationship.

Sam pointed her head at Freddie's room Carly nodded and they walked to it. Creak. Freddie looked up, grunted, and looked back down. Creak. The girls both walked in Freddie had his back to them.

"I suppose you want to know what the heck happened to my d-dad right?" he said.

"No," said Carly.

"We just we just wanna talk to you Freddie," Sam said.

"Go on," he said.

Sam sat on the edge of his bed "We're not gonna let her take you away from us Freddoe."

"Yeah we care about you too much," said Carly.

"As least someone does," Freddie grumbled.

Sam raised her eyebrows "Please tell me you didn't just say your mom doesn't care about you."

"Freddie if you haven't noticed you're her world," said Carly.

"Yeah it's always Freddie this and Freddie that blah blah blah," said Sam.

"Believe me Freddie you don't have anything to worry about," Carly added.

"Yeah in fact your mom should probably spend less time doing things that relate to you. The woman needs a hobby!" said Sam.

Carly and Freddie stared at Sam.

"What? Someone had to say it," she said.

In spite of his mood Freddie smiled "Can't say I disagree with ya."

"Exactly," replied Sam.

Carly sat down on his bed too.

"Looks like for once your popular with the ladies Fredweird," Sam giggled and then covered her mouth.

'Since when do I giggle I'm not all flirtatious and crap' she shrugged it off.

"Well of course Sam any women that like me must have some pretty strange tastes in guys," Freddie replied with a smirk.

Sam blushed "Y-yeah they sure do."

Carly rolled her eyes. Couldn't they just admit it already?

"Okay we didn't just come in here so you could flirt with Freddie Sa-"

"We're not flirting!" they both said.

"Okay okay gosh," Carly replied.

"Why can't we just do this all the time?" said Freddie.

"Well that's what we came to talk to you about Frednub," Sam replied.

He sighed "Guys I'm sorry I know I should've told you sooner but I-I figured something like this would happen."

"Well if you knew why didn't you just get it over with then?" asked Carly.

"Yeah you wouldn't look as bad as you do now Freddie you look weird enough already your face just cannot handle this it'll just get worse and if you do move you don't wanna be known as the ugly tech nerd, oh wait you already are." she said.

"Thanks," said Freddie.

Sam laid her head on his shoulder "Oh you know I'm kidding I mean look at yourself you look great," she said.

Her eyes widened 'Did I just say that last part out loud?'

"Well anyways Freddie we really need to talk about this why'd you lie to us?" said Carly.

Sam pretended to stroke her beard "Yes why did you lie?"

Freddie chuckled "I guess I just didn't really think about much about it. I mean my mom's been denying my dad's existence most of my life so I just d-did the same thing and I-I didn't want to think about him I mean one second your at your dad's funeral the next he doesn't exist."

"Oh Freddie I'm sorry," said Carly.

"Don't worry Freddie," said Sam.

"I'm not worried it's just how my life goes nothing new. If relatives came over there wasn't a word about my dad if there was she'd insist she didn't remember what they were talking about yeah, she said she didn't remember her own husband. Or she wouldn't even say a word she just say I don't talk about this or just tell them to leave," said Freddie.

"Wow I-I had no idea Freddie is there anything we can d-"

"It's okay Sam you guys don't have to do anything," he sighed "It's just the way things go I didn't want to go through it again so I lied," he said with a shrug as if to say what can you do.

"That's not all," said Sam.

"What? What do you mean that's not all?" said Freddie.

"That's the only reason you lied," she replied with a look on her face saying it was obvious.

He sighed she knew him so well.

"N-no it's not, why lie again when it's obvious you know it's not true Sam. N-no I felt responsible and I never talked about it ever I had to look up hospital records all night to find out what I know. Even that's not enough all I know is what caused his death the date and the doctor. I never knew who it was, ya know who he was trying to help. I wonder how long he knew this friend f his? Were they even close? Maybe it was because mom didn't think he could do it," Freddie smiled. "I remember he always tried to do the impossible he taught me most of what I know about tech stuff. Mom thought it was too dangerous for me to be playing with wires" he chuckled "so we'd always do it right in front of her just to tease her. He helped of course he always helped people out."

The girls looked at each other despite Freddie's smile they saw a small tear ready to come. maybe they should stop him. But Freddie continued more living in his own memories then telling the girls about him.

"We used to take out our video camera and pretend we were in battle and we'd show it mom we were always so proud especially when Mom looked away from our special effects. Then dad told me about his days in the navy mom was always so protective but dad, he lived for scary stuff. I remembered he loved roller coasters used to ride the highest ones at night to make it even scarier dad always went on the smaller ones with me," Freddie said as his smile started to fade.

"T-then he would say d-don't worry Freddie w-when your o-older we'll ride the big roller c-coasters t-t-together," Freddie said.

"Oh Freddie, I'm so sorry-" Carly started

"You know I don't even get to talk about him. Ever. I was four years old I had just lost my dad forever and she stopped talking about him after his funeral. She never talked about him again! I've said it before I know but if I h-had known about his friend maybe things would be different. I could've saved him! But no instead a few years ago I had to ask my family what happened and only after constant begging did they finally when my mom wasn't there, she wouldn't tell me! Father's day came and went when I was little who could I talk to? No one!" he shouted.

"FREDDIE!" said Sam

She patted her seat and he sat down she scooted closer to him and looked into his eyes.

"Calm down, listen I know it hurts and I know how you feel everything's just crashing down on you one thing after another, and who's there for you? No one. I know Fredaloop, I know. But listen itgets easier," she said.

"H-how do you know i-it won't come back? That feeling that guilt," he replied.

"No one said life was easy but what's the point of happy times if your too busy focusing on the bad ones?" she replied "Of course it's not gonna go away in a split second I still feel it even if it's just a little it's there. But ya know what? Over time your gonna accept it you're going to realize it wasn't your fault this wasn't between you and him it was between him and someone else you couldn't of changed it and you can't now but you have to move on it'll take time but you gotta remember, life goes on and you can't spend time wishing it went backwards instead."

Freddie looked at Sam who was staring back. He had to be the luckiest guy in the world. He smiled and hugged her.

"Awwwww."

Sam and Freddie turned to Carly.

"Moment ruined it sorry," she said.

"More like soiled it!" said Freddie.

"SOILED IT! SOILED IT! SOILED IT!" they all said and laughed.

"Ah SpongeBob never get's old," said Sam.

"Nope," Carly replied.

"Oh you know what else never gets old? Girly Cow!" said Sam.

"I heard their having a Girly Cow marathon!" Carly replied.

"No way!" said Sam.

Freddie rolled his eyes and sighed as he walked over to the couch to watch the horrible reruns.

Later that night….

"Be over in a minute Carl's!" Sam replied.

Carly raised her eyebrows up and down "Ohhhh I gotcha."

Sam flicked her arm "Carly shush," she said with a warning look.

"Kay," she said as she walked out the door "Don't have too much fun!"

Sam leaned out the door "I said shush!"

She walked over to the couch Mrs. Benson had retired to her room a few hours ago. Not wanting to see anyone.

Freddie raised his eyebrows up and down "So are we going to have some fun?"

Sam smiled "Perhaps maybe, maybe not."

"Oh so that's how it's gonna be," Freddie replied.

"Yep, Freddie ya know you can't, you can't just avoid this conversation with your mom. It's bound to happen sooner or later," she said.

He moved closer to her and smirked when she grinned that mischievous smile. Her mouth turned up just at the corners her pearly white teeth peeking out at him not a smirk but not a smile. He knew it well. Freddie rested his head on the dark red couch.

"We're not gonna do anything…. suggestive are we?" asked Freddie.

"What? No, you my friend. Are a nub," she said.

"But that's why we're friends right?" he replied.

He giggled "Course."

Freddie looked at her. What was it about her that he found so darn interesting? Then again what wasn't interesting about her? Even her giggle was interesting, not that over giggle self centered girls use where it's obvious your faking. It went up and down like a soft melody putting him under a spell up and down it went light and happy.

She really tried to stay positive even if it was sarcastic teasing she almost always told a joke to make people laugh. And she was so mysterious! One day she would be nice the next tease you always keeping people guessing sometimes she would be an angel. No wait she was always an angel. Freddie could never Sam figure out but he always found himself wanting to know more about the beautiful blonde.

Sam was also staring she couldn't herself away from the dark haired boy. His eyes, oh where to start those brown eyes of his mesmerized her. Looking into them was like getting lost in a forest except you were never scared. In the forest you could see all the different shades of colors it was so peaceful and calm, that's how she felt. Mostly dark brown some parts nearly black but there were specks of light brown and gold hidden in his eyes.

He was so kind then he'd go and be sarcastic and make her laugh she just felt so safe with him. Unlike any boy she had ever met man really. The two just stared at each other, not minding the quiet just enjoying each other's company. She looked into his eyes but then focused on his lips as did Freddie. They both leaned in…..

Over w/ Drew (ik I'm mean ) …..

Drew had been really thinking about what he had done to Freddie, last punch or not he had still hurt the kid. He hadn't talked to his friends much after he had started to run they had asked him to bring the stuff somewhere else but he'd said it was late.

"Who's waiting for you your girlfriend?" Billy had said.

He and Mackenzie had laughed awhile at that as Drew rolled his eyes.

"Haha very funny," he said "No I told my mom I'd be home soon."

"Really Henning your going home to see your mommy? Don't we mean anything to ya?" said Mackenzie getting closer to him.

"C-course you do Kenz!" said Drew nervously.

"Then. Stay," he said.

"I-I would b-but-"

"Oh god don't start this crap you sound like Benson," said Billy.

"Speaking of that why'd ya hesitate?" said Mackenzie "Ya could've punched Freddie in the face if ya hadn't been so slow what the hell was taking ya so long?" he said.

Drew backed away he knew the guys were at their worst when they'd been smoking. Drew barely smoked any but the other two mine as well be dead. Billy punched him in the arm and Mackenzie punched him in the face.

Drew ducked for the next one and ran off.

"Yeah that's right Henning! You better run like hell! shouted Mackenzie.

"That's what ya get for lying to us!" Billy shouted.

Drew had ran home as quick as he could when he got their he shut the door. Drew knew his house was small, old, and always smelled like smoke but right now it felt like the safest place in the world. His mom was asleep and his dad was off…. somewhere. Probably a bar or something he sighed, it usually went that way. His father got his mother addicted to things like that he wasn't a very good influence.

But Mrs. Henning insisted they stay, because she thought maybe just maybe there was still some good in him also he never gave her any money. He gave her cigars but that was all, Drew's mother was actually very nice she was the only one that really cared.

He peeked in on her before he went to his room then he looked at the closet containing so many memories. Once his dad had some drugs hidden in the closet the very top shelf where his coat for special occasions was. Billy had come over they were about thirteen, before Mackenzie came.

Flashback….

''What's so special about some stupid old coat?'' said Billy.

Drew shrugged "He never told me why it's so special, jut said not to touch it."

Billy grinned "Yeah, well let's find out. Ya coming?" he said.

Drew didn't say anything Billy walked over and punched him in the arm "Come on Drew it's just a closet unless, it's a haunted closet. Boooooo."

Drew rolled his eyes as Billy laughed "Come on Henning."

Billy walked into his parents room, his father was at work and his mom was taking a nap. But Drew was right behind him, looking nervously at the coat he knew his dad would be angry with him for touching his stuff, very angry. He looked around but didn't see his friend anywhere.

"B-Billy are you okay?" he said but no one answered.

'Oh no what if dad skipped work and he was in here, he could've saw Billy what if he-'

"BOO!" shouted Billy jumping out from the closet.

"Ah!" Drew shouted as he fell backward.

Billy laughed as Drew yet again rolled his eyes "Oh come on Drew ya gotta admit that was funny."

Despite his mood Drew smiled at him. Billy walked back to the small brown closet.

"Billy I don't think we should touch my dad's stuff," said Drew.

Billy turned to him and rolled his eyes "C'mon you're his kid what's he gonna do, hit ya?"

Drew didn't say anything he just looked down at the floor.

"H-he wouldn't," said Billy "He wouldn't do that, would he?"

Again Drew looked at the floor Billy walked over to him.

"C'mon Drew we can do something else," said Billy as Drew stood up.

"Yeah we could, I-I can't help but wonder though what is he giving to my mom? Ya think that's what's in there?" he asked as he looked up to Billy.

"Hmmmm, maybe ya sure you wanna find out?" he asked.

Drew nodded "If it helps my mom."

"Well, okay if your sure," Billy replied.

They both walked back over to the closet Billy being the tallest grabbed the coat and something fell out of it. Billy knelt down and Drew kneeled down next to him.

"What is it?" said Billy as he picked it up.

"Cigars, and some pot," Drew replied.

Billy looked up at him with a confused look.

"How'd you kn-"

"Dad."

"Oh," said Billy he picked a cigar off the ground.

"Don't touch it!" said Drew.

"Why not?" asked Billy nonchalantly.

"Why not? WHY NOT? More like why, dude it's not healthy c'mon look at your dad now look at my dad. Your dad smokes the daily cigar, my dad smokes even worse. Your dad's quitting of course but if he can get addicted on that can you imagine how bad we'll get addicted onthis?" Drew said.

"Oh come on I'm not gonna go crazy and besides do you know how bad we'll look? Girls will kill for us."

"You know what else will kill? Cigars. Dude put it back, better yet throw it away," said Drew.

Billy rolled his eyes didn't Drew trust him? Didn't Drew know he'd never take it that far?

"What ya don't trust me?"

"When it comes to that crap I don't trust anybody," Drew replied.

Billy sighed and went down to the kitchen leaving Drew to think about it. His dad would probably be mad, really mad. But if it helped his mom he'd do it, the worst part was his mom probably didn't even know Mr. Henning had meth. Because he sure as heck knew it wasn't his mom's.

'Why shouldn't I try it? I'll prove I can handle it then Drew will quit being a baby' he chuckled 'Ah Drew so cautious about everything after eight years doesn't he trust me?' thought Billy.

He picked it up and tried it for himself. Tastes weird he thought Billy smoked it a little longer. I really don't see why Drew thinks this stuff is so bad seems fine to me he thought. Unfortunately Billy didn't know as much about cigars as Drew did besides he'd always wondered if it tasted as bad people made it sound.

Drew got up and went downstairs. He went into the kitchen it took a second to take in and realize the situation.

"Billy what are you DOING?"

"It's fine Drew really," he laughed "Ha and you thought I couldn't do it see I'm trustworthy."

"I never said you weren't trustworthy I don't trust anyone with this. So quit smoking it!"

"Drew quit being a baby! Your such a worrywart," said Billy as he continued to smoke.

"Well look at my family of course I'm worried I don't have a little sister to make me laugh or a good dad to talk to half the time my mom's with my dad," replied Drew.

"You're always killing my fun Drew quit being paranoid about it," Billy said.

"Billy, PUT. IT. DOWN."

Billy looked at him Drew was really starting to get on his nerves why was he the one get yelled at? He tried to show him a good time didn't he?

"Why are you getting so mad? I'm the one who helps you talk to Tay and all the other girls so let me have some fun."

"Billy I let you get away with tons of stuff and I always vouch for you saying it wasn't your fault and I take care of it. My dad's gonna get really mad wh-when he finds out. SO PUT IT DOWN! I always help you out but I'm sick of you always pulling crap like this! SO STOP!" shouted Drew.

"What are you getting so mad about? It's one, and who says I'm gonna keep it up!" Billy shouts back.

"You don't have to say it I already know it'll happen. Your gonna get me in trouble and you know it! The way you get me in trouble I'm SURPRISED we're friends!" said Drew.

It was true Drew was usually really patient with Billy but it was time to put his foot down.

"WHAT YOU THINK I'M GONNA HIT YA TOO?" Billy shouted.

Once the words were out he felt very guilty, he was just so mad why didn't Drew trust him? Sure his parents history but come on it was him they were talking about. But after he said that of all things that was one of the meanest and he knew it. Billy saw the look of hurt on Drew's face.

Why Billy, why'd you have to hurt me like that? You know my situation's bad I thought you were my friend was written everywhere.

"Drew I-I I'm sor-"

"Don't," he replied.

As Drew said this a tear rolled down his cheek.

"A-as I said earlier I'm s-surprised we're friends," Drew continued.

"Drew please I really am s-"

"NO, just-" he sighed "just go Billy."

"O-okay, I-I really am sorry Drew," said Billy as he left.

Drew replied by slamming the door. He was so angry and upset he didn't even realize Billy had taken the cigar pack.

Yep that had been it. Of course Billy was sorry but Drew didn't talk to him for three days Billy got mad since he knew Drew wouldn't want him to he smoked a few more cigars. He was still sorry but Billy couldn't help but wonder why things were so bad.

To stop worrying he smoked he said it made him feel better Drew got over it after those three days and kept talking to him. He asked about the cigars but Billy said he couldn't find them. Drew kept asking until Billy confessed he'd smoked the whole thing.

At first Drew was very angry that he hadn't listened but he quickly simmered down and asked if he was okay, Billy lied again and again and again. Drew couldn't stand it he kept asking him and finally decided to tell someone he told his mom.

''Mom help'' he said ''I don't know what to do.''

Then his dad came downstairs as he was about to explain and Drew shut his mouth. His dad hadn't noticed yet he had practically been sleeping the last three days.

"I'll tell ya later mom," said Drew.

"Kay I'm gonna go to bed Drew good night," she replied.

Then he went back upstairs grabbed his coat and went outside Drew peeked out the door to see if his dad would notice he did, and he noticed Drew.

(present)Drew touched the scars he remembered that night how could he forget it? His mother never knew his father made sure of that. Mr. Henning assumed Drew had stolen them his dad shoved him against the brick wall.

"Where are they?" he shouted.

Drew shook as he tried to answer "I-I d-don't h-have-"

"Answer the question! WHERE are they?" he shouted.

Mr. Henning pushed him back into the wall harder than before the hard brick slammed against Drew's head. His father walked over and grabbed his wrist making wince in process.

"Ow! D-dad stop!"

Drew's wrist was turning white from being grabbed so hard his father yanked him up by his arm making Drew wince again.

"Don't tell me what to do! I'm your father unfortunately all you do is get in my way!" he spat.

"NOW. Answer this one question for me. WHERE. ARE THEY?" He pushed his face into his son's.

Drew could smell the alcohol and drugs coming from his father's mouth he started to shake again.

"I-I d-don't have t-them," he managed to say.

"YOU DON'T HAVE THEM?" His father shouted.

Mr. Henning grabbed his son by the shoulders practically breaking them and pulled him forward.

"N-No!" he replied as he shook.

Tears ran down his face as his father continued to tighten his grip on Drew's shoulders.

"WHAT DID YA DO WITH THEM? DREW YA BETTER TELL ME OR I-"

"Please dad I-"

WHAM! His father smacked him across the face Drew put a hand to his burning cheek and felt the blood.

"Don't call me that EVER your just a disappointment to me so I will not recognize you as my son! As for those cigars you better believe I'll find money to replace 'em!"

He pushed his son to the ground and kicked him again and again.

"FORGET GETTING OUT OF HERE! IF THERE'S ANY MONEY GOING OT YOU I'M USING TO BUY ME MORE!"

"DAD PLEASE! I-I'M SORRY!" He managed to get out through his tears.

"DON'T. " Kick "TELL ME." Kick "WHAT TO DO!" Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick.

End of flashback…

Drew shuddered at the memory it never stopped after that. A week after that Drew had come over his mom was at the gym and his dad was…. somewhere. Drew was so glad to see him but Bully shoved him against the wall saying he needed more cigars and fast. Drew saw the look in his eyes and thought of his dad.

Either get beat by his dad, or by his friend who might still be in there. He avoided Billy for a few more days who proved to be stronger than he thought. The next time he smelled like his father.

"And he s-still acts like h-him too," said Billy.

He had to save Billy maybe after awhile he could even save Mackenzie either way he had to save Billy.

Back to Sam and Freddie….

They both leaned in…..

"FREDDIE I forgot to say goodnight."

They quickly scooted away from each other. Mrs. Benson walked over to her son after glaring at Sam. She kissed the top of his head.

"I hope we can work it out tomorrow," she said as she walked to her room.

Sam sighed "Damn it."

"Sam!" he shout whispered.

"What? It's true," she replied.

He rolled his eyes "Every time."

Sam blushed a deep red "Maybe next time."

"Yeah maybe next time," said Freddie "WAIT NEXT TIME?"

I hope you guys liked this chapter, took FOREVER 2 write so I'm hoping u guys enjoyed it Seddie Video is… Only For A Moment (Seddie) P.S. This song is AWESOME! Oh and read the video description!