Something New
Chapter 2
Frederick
Three days later
I wrote this chapter second although it may seem out of place at the moment, Frederick will become a very important part of this fic and I feel that this set-up chapter is required.
"Frederick, come here please." my mom called out to me from the living room of our modest house in the outer suburbs of Boston.
"Coming mom" I replied as I reluctantly turned off my Playstation and headed downstairs.
Mom sounds like she has been crying, I hate it when Mom cries, I feel really uncomfortable. Mom has been crying alot lately, my step-dad left her for another man, she thinks I don't know but I do and she has been crying even more than usual the last few days, Mom thinks I don't know that she cries but I do and it makes me upset too.
I didn't like Brian, my soon to be former stepfather but I was still very shocked when I overheard Mom and Brian talking or should I say screaming when I came home from school about two months ago, Mom was asking Brian had he ever really loved her and when Brian said he hadn't she was totally floored, she sent me to the neighbour's and flew to Seattle where my father lives. When she came home she seemed alright but now the crying is worse then ever and I know that something is wrong, something other than Brian leaving.
I walked ito the living room and sat down next to my mother.
"Frederick, go and pack your bags, you're going to stay with your father for a couple of weeks." Mom said quietly
"Mom, I don't want to go and stay with Dad I want to stay here with you, you need me now." I repiled
"I'm coming with you." Mom whispered, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Mom, whats wrong?" I asked hugging her.
"Frederick, there's something I need to tell you." Mom replied wiping her eyes.
"You're not dying are you?" I said suddenly becoming alarmed.
"No, I'm not dying, Um Frederick, you can't tell anyone this, can you keep a sceret? Mom smiled.
"I can keep a sceret, I promise." I replied.
"Well, Um, Frederick I'm Ah..." Mom started crying "Frederick, Im Pregnant."
I sat there totally stunned, staring at her, then I got up off the couch, stromed upstairs and slammed my bedroom door shut. I threw my clothes into my suitcase and ran back downstairs holding my suitcase.
Mom was sitting on the couch still crying but I didn't care. One of the reasons I hated Brian so much was that I had to share him with Mom, my parents had divorced when I was so young that I don't remember being a family. It has always been just Mom and me, I was greatful when Brian left even though I knew Mom was hurting because it meant that Mom and I would be back to being just our own little family and a baby would ruin all that.
"Frederick?" Mom called somewhat frantically.
"Mom, I'm not talking to you not ever again, you always manage to find a way to destroy this family, first Brian and now a baby, I hate you, I'm going to live with Dad and only see you at Thanksgiving even then I won't talk to you. I don't care if I never see you again!" I shouted crying, this was too much for me to take in and I didn't care if I was hurting her.
Mom looked as if her heart had broken, the she composed herself and whispered "Frederick we have to go now."
I silently followed her out of the house, already regretting what I had said but too angry to apoligise.
Chapter 2
Frederick
Three days later
I wrote this chapter second although it may seem out of place at the moment, Frederick will become a very important part of this fic and I feel that this set-up chapter is required.
"Frederick, come here please." my mom called out to me from the living room of our modest house in the outer suburbs of Boston.
"Coming mom" I replied as I reluctantly turned off my Playstation and headed downstairs.
Mom sounds like she has been crying, I hate it when Mom cries, I feel really uncomfortable. Mom has been crying alot lately, my step-dad left her for another man, she thinks I don't know but I do and she has been crying even more than usual the last few days, Mom thinks I don't know that she cries but I do and it makes me upset too.
I didn't like Brian, my soon to be former stepfather but I was still very shocked when I overheard Mom and Brian talking or should I say screaming when I came home from school about two months ago, Mom was asking Brian had he ever really loved her and when Brian said he hadn't she was totally floored, she sent me to the neighbour's and flew to Seattle where my father lives. When she came home she seemed alright but now the crying is worse then ever and I know that something is wrong, something other than Brian leaving.
I walked ito the living room and sat down next to my mother.
"Frederick, go and pack your bags, you're going to stay with your father for a couple of weeks." Mom said quietly
"Mom, I don't want to go and stay with Dad I want to stay here with you, you need me now." I repiled
"I'm coming with you." Mom whispered, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Mom, whats wrong?" I asked hugging her.
"Frederick, there's something I need to tell you." Mom replied wiping her eyes.
"You're not dying are you?" I said suddenly becoming alarmed.
"No, I'm not dying, Um Frederick, you can't tell anyone this, can you keep a sceret? Mom smiled.
"I can keep a sceret, I promise." I replied.
"Well, Um, Frederick I'm Ah..." Mom started crying "Frederick, Im Pregnant."
I sat there totally stunned, staring at her, then I got up off the couch, stromed upstairs and slammed my bedroom door shut. I threw my clothes into my suitcase and ran back downstairs holding my suitcase.
Mom was sitting on the couch still crying but I didn't care. One of the reasons I hated Brian so much was that I had to share him with Mom, my parents had divorced when I was so young that I don't remember being a family. It has always been just Mom and me, I was greatful when Brian left even though I knew Mom was hurting because it meant that Mom and I would be back to being just our own little family and a baby would ruin all that.
"Frederick?" Mom called somewhat frantically.
"Mom, I'm not talking to you not ever again, you always manage to find a way to destroy this family, first Brian and now a baby, I hate you, I'm going to live with Dad and only see you at Thanksgiving even then I won't talk to you. I don't care if I never see you again!" I shouted crying, this was too much for me to take in and I didn't care if I was hurting her.
Mom looked as if her heart had broken, the she composed herself and whispered "Frederick we have to go now."
I silently followed her out of the house, already regretting what I had said but too angry to apoligise.