Freddy and Stevie were soon off of the moped and going into Stevie's house.
It was a decent house. It was as big as Freddy's. It was normal. The color
of baby blue with a porch and stairs in the front followed by double doors.
"I hope my house isn't too strange for you." Stevie told Freddy.
"Why? It looks perfectly normal."
"I know. That was a warning."
Stevie and Freddy walked in. First they set off into the kitchen where Freddy automatically started rummaging through Stevie's fridge.
"Hey. Your parents left a note for you." Freddy said with his mouth full of frozen mashed potatoes.
Stevie read the letter:
Dear Stevie,
Mom's at work until 11. Dad left for a business trip.
Love,
Mom and dad.
"That's so typical of them." Stevie said with disgust.
"What? They seem like nice people."
"Freddy, you haven't met my parents." Stevie chucked the letter into a garbage can.
"When mom says she's out at work until 11 she's out drinking until 1 in the morning. When my dad leaves for a business trip he's out seeing Linda."
"Linda?"
"His new girlfriend he's been fucking around with."
"But aren't your parents still married?" Freddy asked
"Yeah but I've heard them talking about divorce." Stevie said this while looking in the refrigerator. "Here it is." Stevie took out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Want some?"
"No thanks."
"More for me, Jones." Stevie chugged the whole bottle down.
"I've tried Jack Daniels before. Isn't it a little strong?"
"Yeah but its nothing that I can't handle." Stevie's sleeve fell and had shown the bruise from Kemper on her wrist.
"Are you okay Stevie? That jerk off hit you really hard." Freddy said observing the bruise.
"No I'm fine." Stevie said pulling away.
"Just let me look at—"
And then Freddy saw.
"Stevie, pull up your sleeves."
Stevie pulled up her sleeves to show bloody cuts and cut bruises.
"Stevie don't tell me you've been....?"
"It's none of your business Freddy. I'm fine okay?"
"With as deep of cuts as those I don't think you are. What did you use?"
"It's none of your business Freddy!"
Stevie ran upstairs to her room and started to cry. Freddy just sat by himself in the kitchen. Thinking of what to say to her. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and he most certainly didn't want to hurt her feelings. It was the least that he wanted to do to Stevie. He went upstairs and found Stevie's room covered in posters and messier than his room. So messy, he couldn't find the floor. He hopped over dirty clothes and found her bathroom and saw Stevie sitting there on the closed toilet seat with a knife.
"Stevie what are you doing?"
Stevie turned around to reveal the blood south of her wrist all over her arm.
"I'm fine" Stevie said tearliy.
"Stevie, that's bull and you know it." Freddy said. "Now tell me before I go to practice, what is wrong?" he was practically shouting now.
"Okay! I'll tell you!" Stevie said tearliy. "My parents are getting a divorce, I have an abusive new boyfriend and my new school totally sucks! At my old school I was so bad, but I had a lot of friends. And now all I have is you. It isn't all that bad but, I still miss everybody else and---"
Stevie just broke off in tears and Freddy held her. Stevie's face was deep in his shoulder, crying.
"It'll be okay Stevie. You aren't only friends with me, there's Dewey. I know all the times that I felt alone I went to Dewey and he was like my only friend in the world. And there's still Zack and Katie and Summer. Don't cry Stevie."
Freddy just sat there stroking Stevie's hair and telling her that it'll be alright.
"I know something that will cheer you up. Me, Zack, and Alisha are going to see that new movie The Malibu Rednecks. Would you like to come?"
"Sure." Stevie said with a smile.
Her green eyes sparkled when bloodshot. She looks so beautiful Freddy thought to himself as he took her hand and they were off to Freddy's band practice.
"I hope my house isn't too strange for you." Stevie told Freddy.
"Why? It looks perfectly normal."
"I know. That was a warning."
Stevie and Freddy walked in. First they set off into the kitchen where Freddy automatically started rummaging through Stevie's fridge.
"Hey. Your parents left a note for you." Freddy said with his mouth full of frozen mashed potatoes.
Stevie read the letter:
Dear Stevie,
Mom's at work until 11. Dad left for a business trip.
Love,
Mom and dad.
"That's so typical of them." Stevie said with disgust.
"What? They seem like nice people."
"Freddy, you haven't met my parents." Stevie chucked the letter into a garbage can.
"When mom says she's out at work until 11 she's out drinking until 1 in the morning. When my dad leaves for a business trip he's out seeing Linda."
"Linda?"
"His new girlfriend he's been fucking around with."
"But aren't your parents still married?" Freddy asked
"Yeah but I've heard them talking about divorce." Stevie said this while looking in the refrigerator. "Here it is." Stevie took out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Want some?"
"No thanks."
"More for me, Jones." Stevie chugged the whole bottle down.
"I've tried Jack Daniels before. Isn't it a little strong?"
"Yeah but its nothing that I can't handle." Stevie's sleeve fell and had shown the bruise from Kemper on her wrist.
"Are you okay Stevie? That jerk off hit you really hard." Freddy said observing the bruise.
"No I'm fine." Stevie said pulling away.
"Just let me look at—"
And then Freddy saw.
"Stevie, pull up your sleeves."
Stevie pulled up her sleeves to show bloody cuts and cut bruises.
"Stevie don't tell me you've been....?"
"It's none of your business Freddy. I'm fine okay?"
"With as deep of cuts as those I don't think you are. What did you use?"
"It's none of your business Freddy!"
Stevie ran upstairs to her room and started to cry. Freddy just sat by himself in the kitchen. Thinking of what to say to her. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and he most certainly didn't want to hurt her feelings. It was the least that he wanted to do to Stevie. He went upstairs and found Stevie's room covered in posters and messier than his room. So messy, he couldn't find the floor. He hopped over dirty clothes and found her bathroom and saw Stevie sitting there on the closed toilet seat with a knife.
"Stevie what are you doing?"
Stevie turned around to reveal the blood south of her wrist all over her arm.
"I'm fine" Stevie said tearliy.
"Stevie, that's bull and you know it." Freddy said. "Now tell me before I go to practice, what is wrong?" he was practically shouting now.
"Okay! I'll tell you!" Stevie said tearliy. "My parents are getting a divorce, I have an abusive new boyfriend and my new school totally sucks! At my old school I was so bad, but I had a lot of friends. And now all I have is you. It isn't all that bad but, I still miss everybody else and---"
Stevie just broke off in tears and Freddy held her. Stevie's face was deep in his shoulder, crying.
"It'll be okay Stevie. You aren't only friends with me, there's Dewey. I know all the times that I felt alone I went to Dewey and he was like my only friend in the world. And there's still Zack and Katie and Summer. Don't cry Stevie."
Freddy just sat there stroking Stevie's hair and telling her that it'll be alright.
"I know something that will cheer you up. Me, Zack, and Alisha are going to see that new movie The Malibu Rednecks. Would you like to come?"
"Sure." Stevie said with a smile.
Her green eyes sparkled when bloodshot. She looks so beautiful Freddy thought to himself as he took her hand and they were off to Freddy's band practice.