Disclaimer: I own Hannah, and Freddy's parental units. I also own Freddy's evil teachers.
Author's Note: After a break, I'm back!

Freddy Jones: Semi-Life Story
Chapter 9

Walking back to my house wasn't exactly a wonderful thing. With every step I took, a burst of pain went through my body, because I was dreading what was coming as I walked through the door.

Finally I arrived; the door lingered in front of me, as if it were taunting me. I took a deep breath and walked inside. I poked my head in the door, looking around the kitchen to see if anyone was in there. It was empty, so I ran as fast as I could, without being loud, to my room, sliding onto my bed.

"Dad! He's home!"

How did I not know that was coming? I slid under my blankets and closed my eyes, hoping that today had just been a horrible nightmare.

"Fredrick David Jones!" My father stormed into my room.

I said nothing, I kept my body under the blankets and my eyes sealed shut. Here came either one of two things, the crap getting beat out of me, or a rather long rant.

I felt his eyes burning into my skin. It was the normal feeling you get when someone stares at you, multiplied by about a million. It was like he was waiting for me to reveal that I wasn't really asleep.

My act had failed. He grabbed my wrist and threw me to the floor, "You will NEVER walk out when I am speaking to you." He roared, smacking me across the face.

I stood up and shoved him back. My eyes grew wide. "Oh shit..." I muttered under my breath.

He took two steps closer to me, "What was that?"

I swallowed air, "I..."

The anger in his voice began to flare, and it looked like a vein was about to pop in his forehead, "You what?"

I collapsed to the floor, the entire thing being too much for me. He kicked me in the stomach and pulled me up, putting me against the wall and smacking me a few more times.

I felt a warm tear run down the side of my face, I put my index finger up to it to wipe it off, when I brought my finger down, I did not see tears on my finger, I saw blood. I don't remember ever bleeding when he beat me before.

I did nothing, I just stood there, and he continued to hit me. Within the next ten minutes, I was on the floor. I lay there, bruised and bleeding. He turned and left the room, leaving me.

I looked at the clock, it was 10:27. I pulled myself up and walked over to my dresser, cringing with every step. I looked in my mirror, and saw my father's latest works. The old handprint had faded, but a new one took it's place. I now had a handprint on both sides of my face, above my right eye, was a deep cut, where there was blood dripping down. If this was just my face, I was afraid to see the rest of my body.

I stepped backwards, slowly taking off my shirt, along both sides of my body were huge bruises. My chest was covered in bruises as was my stomach. "Wow... I never realized how bad it was..."

Hannah walked in, "You deserved that."

I turned around, revealing my face, "Did I really?" I looked at her, "I deserve to be bruised and bleeding?" I walked three steps forward.

She looked at me, "You walked out, and you were rude to me when I came to you for help."

Glaring at her, my anger was becoming visible, "You did NOT come to me for help, you came to me for sympathy! And I'm not going to give sympathy to someone who gets me abused half the time!"

"Do you realize you're bleeding?" She asked me, running her finger across the cut above my eye.

"No." I replied sarcastically, smacking her hand away from my face, "Of course I do!" I retorted, "I just observed myself to see how bad it really is! And now I've realized!"

Hannah rolled her eyes, "You think you have it so rough!"

My jaw dropped, "You're kidding me right?" I glared at her, I felt something coming on, "I'm covered in bruises! I'm bleeding. And I haven't shed a tear. You got smacked once, maybe twice, and you come in here in tears!" I exclaimed, continuing to glare at her, I snapped at her, my voice filling with venom, "This happens to me just about every single day! It only happened to you because you set yourself up for it!" I screamed.

She looked at me, blinked, and walked away.

"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!" I shouted, watching her leave. I think looked down at my bedroom floor. I walked over to where I had been laying only minutes ago, there were blood stains on the floor. While biting my lip, I walked over to my phone, I dialed Zack's number.

"Hello?" It was Zack's mother.

I bit my lip figuring out what to say, "Mrs. Mooneyham, this is Freddy, I'm sorry to be calling so late but I was wondering if I could talk to Zack." I ran my finger across my cut again.

Zack's mom noticed the panic and worry in my voice, "Of course, let me go get him." She set the receiver down and in a few minutes Zack was on the phone.

"Freddy?" My best friend's voice sounded extremely reassuring right now.

"Yup, it's me." I replied, wiping my finger off.

"What's up?" Zack asked, concern flooding his voice, "You don't sound like yourself."

I sighed, "I don't feel like myself either."

I heard murmuring on the other end, "You're coming over." He said, not asking if I wanted to, just stating, "My mom and I are going to your house right now to pick you up."

A smile crossed my face for the first time that night, "That's just what I need." I replied, "See you in a few."

"Bye Freddy."

"Bye Zack." We both hung up and I threw on a black AC DC t-shirt. I also wiped off the cut above my eye and headed downstairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" My father asked, looking at me.

"Away." I replied, grabbing my black bag and throwing it over my shoulder, "I need some time away from you. Because I don't know what you're going to do next." I turned away from him, and walked out onto the porch, where Zack's mom's blue mini-van sat, waiting for me to get in.

I walked up to the side door and opened it, sliding into one of the seats and shutting the door behind me.

Zack looked at me and his jaw dropped, "Holy sh- crap."

"It hurts worse than it looks." I said, looking at my best friend.

Zack's mom began driving, heading back to the Mooneyham house. When we pulled up to the house, the three of us got out of the car. Zack and I ran ahead of his mom, "Was it...?"

"Yeah, him." I replied, nodding.

My best friend's eyes grew wide, "Why though?"

Shrugging my shoulders I told him the truth, "Hannah got caught, and came to me, I snapped and left the house. I went to Katie's, and she dumped me, so I went into the treehouse to relax, and then the ladder unraveled, so I had to call Alicia to help me down, and when I got home he decided that I had been absolutely horrible."

The two of us walked into the house, "Your family is really messed up."

"Oh yes, the overly-angered father, the mother who is clueless, and the sister who helps both of them make the innocent brother's life a living heck." I replied as we went into Zack's room.

Zack looked at me, "You can stay as long as you want."

"Thanks, that's all I really needed to hear."

No better love than two best friends... I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I worked my arse off to make it VERY dramatic.

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