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A/N: Pairings are undecided. I have a vague idea though… Submit your ideas!
Pairing 1: Freddy/Katie (It'll come in this chapter, or the next one)
Pairing 2?
Chapter 3
Band practice was over, and I was sitting up in Zach's room, laughing with him, about the stupidest crap too. I looked at Zach's alarm clock, "I have to be home in 5 minutes."
"We'll have my mom drive you!"
The two of us went downstairs and Zach looked at his Mom, "Mom, can we take Freddy home?"
"Sure Zach." She walked out to the car and we followed her. It was exactly 9:00 when I walked into the house. It smelled like beer, neither of my parents were anywhere to be found, and Hannah was probably upstairs. I bolted upstairs and ran into my room.
There was dear old Dad. Sitting on my bed. "Where have you been?"
"I-I-I was at Zach's…" I said, nervous about what he would do.
"Did I say you could go to Zach's?"
"Mom did…"
"And when was this!"
"After school…"
He stood up and threw me onto my bedroom floor, and then he smacked me across the face a few times. This was nothing compared to what he usually did. After he left the room I jumped up and ran over to my bed. I looked at the alarm clock. The blue numbers lit up the entire room. They read 9:03.
My phone began to ring. I looked at the Caller ID, "Brown, Michael" that was Katie's dad. I picked up, "Hello?"
"Hey Freddy! What's up?"
"Too much to describe."
"Freddy, I'm your girlfriend. You can tell me what's going on."
"You can't tell anyone Katie." I told her, "Not even Summer."
"I promise."
"Well… My dad…" I paused, I couldn't find the words.
"What about him?"
"He… He…. He beats me Katie."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
"Are you still there?"
"Yeah… It's just… Why?"
"He's an alcoholic…"
"Freddy how long has this been going on?"
"Since I was like… 3."
"11 years! And you didn't tell us."
I didn't know what to say, "I just… I don't know. I guess I didn't want him to know I was telling people. It would've probably gotten worse."
"Freddy, you could've told me."
"I know…"
"You need to talk to a counselor or something. No wonder you're always getting in fights!"
"Katie. I love you, and I respect your opinion. But I can't tell anyone." I took a deep breath, "And I get in fights because well… people start crap with me."
"But Fr-"
I cut her off, "I gotta go!" I whispered, "He's coming!" I hit the end button and laid down on my bed as if I were asleep. Very unlikely for 9:15. But it was better than getting the crap beat out of me.
I heard his voice, "Jennifer that kid is getting way out of control!"
Then I heard my mother, "I know that Fredrick doesn't always have the greatest behavior. But he's only 14."
"But Jen, he's been suspended too many times to count. He's almost been expelled twice, and I don't even want to get into what he does at home!"
The beer was wearing off, I could tell in his voice. So it wasn't just the alcohol that made him the way he was. It was me.
My mom dragged my dad to their room, or that's what it sounded like.
Then my door opened, "Freddy, I'm not an idiot." It was my sister, flipping the light on.
"You hear that Hannah? It's all my fault."
"I heard him Freddy. And he didn't say it was your fault." My sister said, sitting on my bed. "He said you were a trouble-maker. And I can't say he's wrong."
"Whatever." I rolled over onto my side, staring at my phone.
"Freddy…" Hannah began, "Dad's… messed up in the head."
"Of course you'd say that…"
She smacked me, "Quit the self-pity shit and listen to me."
I sat up and looked at her, "What?" I asked, leaning against my headboard.
"This is the problem. You get all freaked out when Dad hits you, and then when you go to school you do the same thing you did the previous day. It's a never ending cycle!"
"It's not my fault that people are assholes!" I exclaimed, "They start the shit, and they drag me into it!"
"Even if they drag you into it you can drag yourself out."
"I'm not a wimp."
"We've found the problem!"
"Oh yeah? And what's that."
"You care too much about labels and what people think of you."
"Do not!"
"Quit lying."
"I'm not lying."
"Then prove it."
"And how am I supposed to do that?"
"If someone starts a fight with you tomorrow, back out."
"But I-"
"Prove that you don't care what people think."
"But Hannah! That's way too much to ask."
"Prove that I'm right, or prove that I'm wrong."
"Alright. I'll do it."
"Night Freddy."
"Night Hannah."
She walked out, and I laid back down, "Well, wonder how this is going to work out… " I said to myself.
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