Disclaimer: I do NOT own the School of Rock Cast
A/N: FK ZS
Chapter 6
"FREDRICK DAVID JONES!" There's the door slam, and there's the call of the beast. The horrible beast of which I have the misfortune of calling my father. Damn. This sucks.
"What?" I tried to sound as confident as I could. If I tried to sound as confident as I felt, I'd most likely be curled up on the floor in the fetal position, and no, I'm not kidding.
"DOWNSTAIRS NOW!" Couldn't he just talk in a normal voice? It's not like I'm going to deny his request.
"Yes Sir!" I retorted, I walked out of my room and down the stairs, "Yes?"
"Where were you today during the day?" Finally. He stopped yelling.
I said nothing.
"I know Dad!" Hannah replied, sitting on the kitchen counter.
He looked over at her, "Well, start talking."
She began talking, "I know that he wasn't at school!"
"Obviously." My father replied. "But how did you know this?"
"I was driving towards the house, more nervous than I've ever been in my life. I hadn't seen Freddy all day, and I was worried about him. And then I turned onto Prentice Square, and I saw him! Walking home, as if nothing had happened! I put him in the car and drove here as fast as I could."
Lies. All lies.
"Fredrick. Is this true?" My dad began to turn beet red.
It's not like I had a choice of denying it. Daddy-o was going to believe Hannah either way. So, I nodded.
"Upstairs. Now."
Wow. No fists. That's a first. I took this as a safety, he was in a good mood. Well, for now. I walked up the stairs and into my room. My cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"Oh my gosh! You're okay."
"Who is this?"
"It's Katie!"
"Oh. Sorry."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Freddy. I'm your girlfriend. I know when you're not okay."
"Turns out Hannah is a female, older version of me."
"Huh?"
"Exactly. You have no idea what I'm talking about."
"If you explained it. I'd understand."
"I was at the mall after school, and I was sitting on one of the benches, pondering what to do on my day off, when I saw her walk into the mall."
"Was it before school was out?"
"Yes."
"Is she in trouble? Or even worse, are you in trouble?"
"No and not sure… Probably."
"Oh my gosh, that is not fair!"
I heard footsteps, huge pounding footsteps. "I gotta go!" I quickly hung up and laid on my bed, staring at the wall that was not by my door. Annoyed? Yes. Pissed? Yes. Many other negative feelings? Yes.
Then, the door opened, I was lifted from my bed and thrown against the wall. "What the hell were you thinking? No Jones has ever skipped school until you came around!" He said you as if it was the most vulgar word he'd ever heard.
I attempted to scramble back up to my feet before his next attack. I wasn't fast enough.
He slapped me across the face. Ow… That hurt. A lot. More than you'd ever know.
I was taken aback, I stumbled, but caught my balance before I fell. I wanted to run, run to my bed and hide under the covers, like when I was 3. And this all started. I never knew why…
-Flashback-
"You vile little brat!" The scream of Evan Jones rang through the young boy's bedroom.
A young boy with blonde spiked hair and big brown eyes scrambled over to his bed and hid under the blankets, this boy… was Fredrick David Jones. Freddy to most. He whimpered as he hid.
Evan ripped the blankets off the bed and threw the boy to the ground, "You go apologize to your mother! Now!"
Freddy didn't move, he was too scared.
Evan put Freddy over his shoulder and brought him downstairs, setting him in front of his mother.
-End Flashback-
I still don't even know what I did wrong that day… But it was when his vicious spree of hatred began.
He threw me beside my bed and stormed out of the room. A tear ran down my pale cheek. Yes, I was crying.
I pulled myself up and rolled onto my bed, I pulled the covers over my head and let myself cry. Who cares if people thought that guys who cried were weak? The people who thought that weren't thrown against the wall by a man 50 times their own size.
And they'd never know the pain.
I turned on my CD player, Simple Plan.
"How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes.
Got nowhere to run.
But life goes on as I'm fading away.
I'm sick of this life.
I just wanna scream.
How could this happen to me?"
Wasn't it just coincidence?
((A/N: Review please. I won't update until I get 5 reviews. So HA!))
singingblondie: Saweettt -feels loved- AND Yes. Hannah is like that evil sister who kind of acts nice but then BAM she goes evil.
Krystal: Right after I post this chapter, I'm writing the CBTD one. : D
Nanners-77: Ahh. I'm a dialoguer out of habit! I agree with you, I do need to focus on details.
Olivetree1: You're right… I had drafted it differently. XD
Beachbabe12: Thanks. Glad you enjoy it.
Caty: Thank youuu
Scarlet emerald: Hehe. F/S is hated by moi and I'm glad I'm not the only one. And I most likely will keep it going, later in the story he's gonna need someone to cry to.