Thank you DreamsOfATeenager for the ideas and for brainstorming with me on what is supposed to happen, so if you don't like this chapter, either blame my cat, DreamsOfATeenager or her mother! Never ever blame me, just remember that! :P

Fray.

Fi was crying in my arms after that she had finished her story and I didn't know what I could say to make things better, really, I had never expected that. And I had just assumed that she was some kind of slut… I hated myself for what I had told her before.

"I… I understand if you never want to see me again, I really do!" she sobbed into my shoulder, that was when I pushed her away from my body, because I needed to see her face, and I needed her to see that I really meant what I was about to tell her.

"Fiona I don't care about your past, about your luggage or any other shit, I just care about how amazing you make me feel, how you always make me smile and how much I love you. Those photos aren't your fault, they fucking used you and I'm not gonna let them make me throw something this good away! I fucking love you! And I'm not gonna let this change everything!"

"You do?"

"Yes silly I do!" her eyes were filled with tears, and I lifted my hand to dry them off and to stroke her face. She blushed and I gave her a kiss.

"Forget about the dirty looks!" I said and I tore apart the photo I still had clutched in my hand and let the wind take away the pieces. "And if everything is okay with us I have something I need to do!" I gave her a kiss and got up from the ground.

I was scared out of my mind when I walked up to Theodore, and tapped him on the shoulder.

"What do you want loser?"

"No one calls my girlfriend a slut!" I hissed as I threw the first punch to his face. Under my fits his face got smashed, he tried to hit back but the adrenaline was pumping in my blood. All my anger and fears washed away as I hurt that kid. He deserved it though. I was pulled away from Theodore by a teacher, and I was send to the principal's office.

"Frank Bryar, what the hell were you thinking?"

"That guy have in the past drugged my girlfriend, violated her and abused her and now he is calling her a slut. I'm not going to stand by and let him win." I simply told him.

"That might be, but we are not allowing violence at this school, if we have a problem we are solving our problems with words. I thought you of all people would understand that with your father who are anti-violence but I guess not. You are expelled for five days."

"But…" I tried to speak what I had on my mind, but the man wouldn't listen instead he called mum and gave her the report. She was furious with me and couldn't wait to get home so she could yell at me.

Alex.

I didn't recognize my own son where he sat next to me in the car; I did not raise him this way!

"What the fuck were you thinking?" I said nothing and waited for him to answer my question, but he didn't seem to have anything to say to me. "Huh? Answer me Frank!"

"So NOW you fucking care about the bastard son?"

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" I put the question out there with my screaming voice.

"Exactly what I said. Now you fucking care about me! It has been a long time since you did. Huh Alex?"

"Have you forgotten who raised you alone all these years? Who provided for you? Who gave you everything? You know I could have taken the easy way out and made an abortion, but not I have given born to the most ungrateful who ever walked this earth!"

"I haven't forget that mother, but you have seems to have forget about me!"

"WHAT?"

"Mum, ever since you got back with him…"

"Please say dad or Gerard!" I cut my son off.

"Ever since you got back with Gerard then and you got pregnant you seems to have lost the interest in me, you just don't care as you did before. And I understand that Gerard is important, and the baby too. I fucking get that! But before…" tears started to fall over his cheeks, but I was to mad to even put my hand out there and dry them off… "Before sure you worked a lot, but you at least asked me how my day was, and you talked about school! Now you just tell me that the baby kicked today, I have news for you woman, the baby has been kicking every day for the past six weeks! You have forgotten about me! So don't give me that crap that you took care about me so damn well before, that I am just a fucking spoiled child!" his words hit me like if he was beating me up. And the worst part? Everything he said was true.

It was just too much for me and I broke down in tears, I sat on the floor covering my face as I was sobbing in my hands.

"Mum? I…"

"No… you are absolutely right, things have changed…. And I am the worst mother ever!"

"No mum you are the best mother possible, I just wish things didn't change so fast and so much! I… I want to curl up in the sofa with you and see a stupid movie and don't care about anything like school, dad, the band or work. Just spend time together! Just like we did before…"

"I know. I never meant for this to happen…! I am so sorry, Fray." we both sat on the floor, crying. The fight was over; there was nothing more to say at this point. "I'm calling Gee, he is staying somewhere else… we are ordering pizza and are going to stay up watching all bad movies that we possibly can see. Is that okay?" I asked, stroking my son over his hair.

"As long as you don't forget about me again, not when the baby comes, not ever…" '

"Fray, you are my everything and has always been, that is not gonna change just because some things in our messed up lives has changed. You know, when we came back and I saw Gee again, all I wanted was to throw myself in his arms, and never let go of him. But I didn't dare, I needed you to approve that he was okay that you were okay with me dating him again… And if you wanted me to I wouldn't hesitate for one second to leave him. Yes he might be the one for me, but you are more important than me." Fray looked away. "No look at me Fray; I want you to know how important you are! Trust me!"

"Mum I would never ask you for that… You are not going to be more miserable because of me." for the first time in a very long time we had a heart to heart conversation, and I have never felt closer to my son than in this moment.

"You have never made my life miserable!" I told him as he held him in my arms.

So we thought this story needed a little fight, it was a long time since we had real yelling... Don't forget to review! :)