The show must go on
by NihilisticAmbition313
Disclaimer: What if writing fanfiction was ruled illegal? That would blow.
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#24-"Handling matters"
Freddie's view
There he stood. He looked like me, only a little bit taller and seventeen years older.
Jacob Benson. The man who walked out on me and Mom when I was a kid. There he stood, after all these years of pretending we didn't exist, save for the child support check he sent Mom every month.
No birthday acknowledgments, no Christmas presents, no graduation gifts, no nothing.
There he stood, looking like the pathetic son of a bitch he is.
"...Fredward. Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me." I replied, feeling the ice roll of my tongue
"You've gotten big." he said, the nervousness in his voice crystal clear
"That's what kids do. They grow up."
"Ha...So, how have you-"
Before he could get "been" out of his mouth, I punched him as hard as I possibly could in his face. He stumbled backward and fell down against the wall in the hallway, clutching his nose.
"Freddie, what the hell!" Sam shrieked as she came up behind me
I shook my right hand, feeling just how hard I had hit Jacob. He still struggled to regain his composure, and Sam was in a state of shock over what she saw me do.
"God, that felt good." I sighed
Jacob struggled to his feet, still holding his nose, which was bleeding.
"Welcome home, Jake." I taunted as I stood in his face
"Agh..."
Sam stood by with a concerned look on her face.
"Freddie, what the hell's gotten into you?"
"The sight of this son of a bitch. Sam, meet my dear old man, Jacob Benson."
Wide eyed, Sam looked my father over. Her wide-eyed expression then turned to one of utter disgust.
"So, you're the loser who stepped on Freddie and his mom."
Jacob looked away sheepishly, still minding his nose (which I hoped I'd broken).
"I got half a mind to slug you one too. How dare you come back here? In case Freddie didn't make it clear, you're not wanted around here. I suggest you kick rocks, because I hit much harder than Freddie."
"Sam, chill. I got this." I said as I nudged Sam behind me
I walked up and got nose-to-nose with Jacob.
"I hate you." I said in no uncertain terms
"I know."
"You trashed me and Mom like we were nothing, and for what? A younger woman. Yeah, I know the whole story Jake. Mom got a little too old for your liking. What do you do when something gets too worn, say like a computer? You replace it. Computers, wives. When they wear out, you move on. Right?"
"Freddie, I don't know what your-"
"Fredward. Don't you ever call me Freddie again. And I don't care what you don't know, because I know what I know, and that's that you're piece of shit."
Suddenly, the door of Spencer's apartment opened, with Spencer himself taking a peek out.
"...What's going on here?" the big man asked
"Oh, just having a happy reunion with my father." I said sarcastically, gaze still fixed on Jacob
Spencer came over and examined Jacob...
"...So, you're Mr. Benson." Spencer said in a dry tone
"Yes, I am."
"...You need to leave. Now."
"I came to see my family."
"You gave up that right a long time ago buddy." Spencer said, his tone growing hostile
"Who the hell are you?"
"The man who will kill you if you bother Marissa and Freddie."
"What, are you her boyfriend or something?" Jacob asked, now going on the defensive
"I'm the father of her baby, and I swear to God if you cause any trouble for her or Freddie I will call in a favor and make sure your body is never found."
"Wait, Marissa had a baby?"
"That's none of your fucking business. Get the hell out of this building, and don't ever come back. Because if I catch you here again, it's over for you."
Spencer and Jacob stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity, until Jacob finally took a last look at me and left for the elevator.
I had never seen the big guy be so aggressive and assertive, and I particularly loved that he owned my wastrel father.
"Damn, Big Spence." Sam breathed
"...Freddie, I meant what I said. If he comes back around to bother Lottie's mother or you, he's meat. I'll have Socko and the boys take care of him good fashion." Spencer vowed in a low growl
Spencer wasn't just blowing smoke either. He knows people, as in knows people. Spencer's a nice guy overall, but he's not a man to be trifled with for too long. Now that it's the mother of his child involved, Spencer will definitely not play around with my father. Part of me hopes Jacob is stupid enough to test Spencer. I'd love to see that son of a bitch on the 11-'o-clock news.
"You okay?" Sam asked as she picked up the hand I slugged Jacob with and examined it
"Never better. I've been waiting a looooooong time to do that."
My hand hurt like hell, and it was beet-red, but I didn't care. The sight of blood oozing out of Jacob's nose was well worth it.
"We should go ice this." said Sam
"Yeah...Hey, thanks Spence."
Spencer only nodded and returned to his apartment. Sam lead me back inside of mine and to the kitchen, where she began making a makeshift ice pack with a Ziploc bag and ice from the freezer.
"Here you go, Mike Tyson." she said as she gave me the ice pack
"Thanks."
"...Didn't know you could throw a punch like that."
"Heh. Don't worry, I'm not gonna be challenging you for the title of 'toughest kid in school'."
"As if you ever could." Sam snorted
"No, I couldn't."
"...I hope that your father doesn't plan on making trouble for you guys. I wouldn't want you or Spencer to get into it with the law, especially now that Lottie or Charlie is on the way."
I sighed as I held the ice pack down on the back of my hand.
"I don't know what he's planning..."
There was a knock on the door. Sam and I looked at each other, probably having the same idea; Jacob came back. I got up and went to the door, Sam following right behind me. I opened it and-
"Freddie!"
-Was hugged (more like tackled) by a blonde girl in a white dress!
"Oof!"
"Hey you!"
The girl let me go and I regained my composure.
"Melanie? Hey!"
"Mel? What are you doing here? Where's Momma?" Sam asked
"I'm here to see Freddie silly. Momma dropped me off and went home. She didn't want to let me go, but I insisted on coming to see you."
I felt myself blush a little bit. No girl had ever popped by my house just to see me, well except for Carly and Sam, and even then it was just for iCarly business. No girl's ever come by my place to visit me. Why am I rambling?
"Well, what can I say? I'm a special kinda guy, heh heh."
"Yeah, Special Ed." Sam taunted
"Oh my God! Freddie, what happened to your hand?" Melanie shrieked after finally noticing the ice pack and my red hand
"Oh, um...Just a little accident."
"Did Sam do this to you?"
"No, she didn't. It's nothing."
Melanie took my hand and examined it.
"It may be broken. You need a doctor."
"It's not broken. I'm fine Melanie, really."
"...Okay, if you say so. But I'm sure your mom is gonna want to know what happened." Mel cautioned
Mom most certainly was going to want to know what happened to my hand, and I would have to tell her I bashed her ex-husband's nose in.
"I know. I'll handle it when she comes back."