They didn't go back to school that day.

Later on, Freddie went to go talk to his mom by himself. Sam didn't want herself angering Marissa anymore like that she did that day, so she went to Carly's. Freddie stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before slowly letting it out and closing his eyes. He sent a silent prayer asking to prevent his mother from attacking him with cleaning products. Then he opened his eyes and made his way into the apartment.

The first thing he noticed, when he entered his home, was that his bedroom door was open. That's strange, he thought, I know for a fact that my door was closed and that my clothes weren't in the doorway. As he finished this thought, something flew across the room and hit him right in the face. A quiet yelp fell from his mouth in surprise before wrestling with the item on his face. When he finally got it off, he realised that they were boxer. Instinctively, he dropped them on the ground in disgust, before taking a closer look. As he looked at the underwear that had caused him temporary blindness, he realised that they were his boxers. He chuckled to himself lightly, realising that he'd over reacted. Then he thought to himself, how did my boxers get all the way out here? Freddie's eyes widen as he realised why his bedroom door was open, why his clothes were in the doorway and why his boxers could suddenly fly.

"MOM!" He shouted, as he ran towards his bedroom. When he reached his room, he stood in the doorway in shock. To his surprise and anger, there was his mother. In HIS room. With HIS journal in HER hands. Marissa didn't even acknowledge Freddie; she was as caught up in his journal like as single women as caught up in Fifty Shades of Grey.

"MOTHER!" Freddie bellowed his face red with anger. Marissa's head shot up in surprise, as she looked up from her son's journal to her son's face. She looked around the room looking for a distraction, an excuse, just anything to get her out of this situation. However, there was nothing to get her out of the situation, which she had placed herself in. She sighed and looked to the floor before looking at her son.

"WHAT THE FU-"

"Your BETTER end that sentence with fudge, young man." Marissa interrupted, as she gave her son a pointed look. Freddie stared at his mother in disbelief, then scoffed and stormed his way out of the house, with Mrs. Benson following closely behind him.

Meanwhile in Carly's Apartment

"So. How do you think Freddie's talk went with his mom?" Carly asked Sam, while taking a sip of her special lemonade. Sam sat up from the lying down on the couch, to face Carly, who was sat at the counter on the spinny chairs.

"It's probably fine. They've probably made up by now and crazy has probs persuaded him into one of those tick b-"Sam didn't get to finish her sentence because it was then that the front door was slammed open against the wall, with such force, that the noise made Carly, Sam and Spencer (who was in his room and has now come out to investigate) jump in surprise. As all three people in the apartment turned to door, they were met by a red face Freddie who was followed by a begging Marissa.

"Please Freddie, I'm sorry." Marissa pleaded with her son

"No, mom. You're only sorry that you got caught." Freddie said, as he walked further into Carly's apartment and coming to a stop behind the couch. Sam, Carly and Spencer looked on in surprise at the two but made no move to do anything.

"No. Freddie I am truly sorry for reading you journals." Marissa said, as she put her hand over her face and started to dry sob. Freddie looked at his mother and rolled his eyes, before giving out a long sigh.

"You aren't fooling me mom. Now stop the fake waterworks, stop trying to make me feel guilty and face what you've done."

Marissa peeked through her fingers, to see the unsympathetic angry face of her son. She sighed and put her hands down. Freddie was right, she was faking.

"Freddie, I only did this because I worried about you. You've been acting so differently lately, I just wanted to know why because I know defiantly that it wasn't because of THAT!" Marissa pointed at Sam at the last word of that sentence. Sam just glared at her.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Sam is not a that. She's my girlfriend and I LOVE her. Also, the changes that you've seen is probably been due to me... oh, I don't know... BEING HAPPY! Just because you're a psycho doesn't mean that I have to be."

"Freddie Benson. You will not swear at your mother. It's very rude, where are your manners?"

Freddie ran his hands through his hair in frustration and started to chuckle not amusedly.

"My manners. MY FUCKING MANNERS! 'where are your manners?' asks the woman, who read my journal. You are such a hypocrite."

"I'm SORRY THAT I READ YOUR JOURNALS, why can't you just accept my ap-" Marissa was interrupted by Freddie, who's face had suddenly turned to one of shock. Sam, Carly and Spencer looked at Freddie's face with curiosity. He had anger written on his face since he barged in. What had Marissa said that affected him so?

"You read my Journals. As in with an 'S' on the end, as in plural."

Marissa looked at Freddie in confusion. "Why are you repeating information that you already know? Yes. I read your Journals, as in with an 'S' on the end, as in plural."

Freddie quickly ran up to his mother and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Which journals did you read?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because it does. Now tell me."

"I read journals from when you were age ten to the present. Why does it matter? Do you have another one? I must go find it." Marissa turned to the door but Freddie held her in place.

"You're not going anywhere. There is no way in HELL that I'm going to let you go, so you can read that journal." Freddie seethed.

"Oh yes you will. I am your mother and you will let me read what I like. I am the adult after all." Marissa said, with her head held high. She finally thought that she had gotten him. Oh, how wrong she was.

"You are a complete bitch." He said and then walked to sit on the foot of the stairs, with his head in his hands.

"Don't call me that. DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT!" Mrs Benson yelled.

"Why not? It's what you are." Freddie said not looking up from his hands.

"Because that's what HE called me. You are acting just like him. Just like-"

"DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" Freddie bellowed.

The room was silent after that. The only things that could be heard were that heavy laboured breathes of Freddie. Sam, Carly and Spencer looked between the two Benson's staring each other out. Freddie stood up and ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. Marissa took a deep breath and gulped, she went to say sorry but the words, to the end of the sentence, just tumbled out of her mouth...

"Your father."

And that is where ALL hell broke loose.