Disclaimer: I own Hannah, and Freddy's parental units. I also own Freddy's evil teachers.

Author's Note: Mini-cliffhanger, not really, but I think you'll enjoy this chapter. The song is "When It All Falls Apart" by the Veronicas.

Freddy Jones: Semi-Life Story

Chapter 10

I had slept at Zack's for the past week, throughout my entire ISS, and it was probably the best week of my life, minus the excruciating pain, both physically and emotionally. The two of us were now sitting in class, I had a band-aid over my eye, for it still bled once in a while, and holding my head in my hands to cover the marks, although they were somewhat faded. "I feel like shit." I muttered, looking at my best friend.

"One would think so." He retorted, looking at me.

Mr. Zanine walked over to me, "Freddy, there's someone in the office to see you."

I looked at my science teacher, then at Zack, who shrugged, "Okay…" I stood up and walked towards the office, and when I walked in I saw him.

I'm having the day from hell,
It was all going so well (before you came)

The moment I saw him I felt like I was dying. The sight of him put me in pain.

And not to mention (the tears I shed)
But I should have kicked your (ass instead)
I need intervention
Attention to stop temptation to scream

"Freddy, your mother and I, she left." He said, sounding somewhat sincere.

It was only the two of us in the room, "What did you do to her?" I exclaimed, "The same thing you did to me?"

Cause baby
Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart
Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart
Gotta pick myself up where do I start
Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart

Now I don't have my mother anymore, and I don't have Katie. The only person I can talk to is Zack.

Can it be easier?
Can I just change my life?
Cause it just seems to go bad everytime
Will I be mending?
Another one ending once again

The best thing to do right now would be to tell someone. I need to tell someone who can help me out of this.

"What makes you assume I did something!" My dad exclaimed, glaring at me, clenching his fist.

I slowly pulled off the band-aid, "The fact that I'm bruised and broken!" I shouted back, "The fact that every night when I'd come home, I cower under my blankets in fear!" My emotions were coming out, every feeling of hatred I'd had over my lifetime. "You yell at me because I get in trouble, you beat me because I get in trouble! Most of the time the trouble's not even my fault! And with Hannah, she's been skipping for a while, and when you caught her, you merely smacked her. But when it's me, I get thrown to the floor, torn up, bruised. You're a horrible father! And I hope I never see you again!" I turned around, storming out of the room.

Mr. Sands was then standing in the doorway of the office, he had heard it all. "Mr. Jones, I think you need to leave now."

"Which one?" I asked, "I know you've had it in for me all year too."

"Freddy, please take a seat, I want to speak to you." He said, pointing to my chair, he then turned to my father, "Mr. Jones, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Now."

My dad stormed out, glaring at me.

I looked up at the principal, "Let me just take the words out of your mouth," I said, glaring at the man who had tormented me in my school hours, "'I'm so sorry Freddy, I had no idea what was happening, maybe if I had known I could have done something about it.' And any other bullshit you want to add, I don't want your sympathy. I just want to go back to class."

"Would you like to report him to child services?"

"Of course I do!" I exclaimed, "But I don't want to be taken away from all my friends."

Mr. Sands put his hand on my shoulder, "Freddy, you realize that what your father is doing can kill you right?"

I had never thought of it that way, "Well, yeah, but…"

"But nothing, as a principal it is my job to keep my students safe. And I'll talk to the social workers, and I'll try to get you in a house where you can still go here. But I can't promise anything." He said, being the most principal-like figure that he had been in a long while.

"It's better than nothing." I said, staring down at my feet.

He got on the phone with Child Protection Services.

1 Week Later

I stayed with Zack for another week while I waited for Mr. Sands to contact me again. My freshman year had just ended, and Zack and I were getting ready to have our End-Of-School party, when the phone rang, I answered it, "Mooneyham Residence plus Freddy Jones."

Zack laughed, he loved my way of answering the phone.

"Freddy? This is Mr. Sands."

My eyes grew wide, "Yes?"

"I have someone here who would like to talk to you."

"Okay…" Zack and I took the phone up to his/our room and put the stranger on speakerphone.

"Freddy, this is Karl Thompson. I'm a social worker for Child Protective."

"One would assume." I said, my sarcastic attitude slowly coming back.

Karl began to talk, "We found a family that will take you in, you will still be going to your same school, but you'll live a distance away from what you're used to."

I swallowed air, "Okay… Can I have details about the family?"

"The family's last name is Parker. There are three people in the family, Adam Parker, he will be your foster father. You will also have two foster sisters, Riley who is your age, and Kacey, who is 12." I felt a tear run down my cheek as I looked at Zack, it was a tear of happiness. "Mr. Parker will come by your current residence to take you to your father's house to gather your stuff."

I swallowed more air, "That'll be great." I smiled, "Thank you Mr. Thompson."

"Please, call me Karl." We both hung up.

Zack and I looked at each other, "No more walking to each other's houses…" He said, looking at me.

"I turn 15 in a week." I said, "One week and a year until I can drive."

"And eight months until I can." He said, we looked at each other again. "And you are not ditching School of Rock. No matter what."

"What kind of idiot do you think I am!" I asked, laughing.

That may seem like an ending, but it's not. DUN DUN DUN. There'll be a few chapters of Freddy with his foster family, and there's going to be a sequel. And don't ask me why Freddy couldn't live with Zack, that would just be too easy.

brody0113: Glad you like it. And pain is being cut out, at least, physically…

MuM YoU'lL bE mY gUaRdIaN aNgEl In ThE sKy WaTcHiNg OvEr Me YoUr PoOnChKa: I hope you enjoy this chapter.

scarlet emerald: It's not that I love torturing my characters, it's that I'm sick of so many stories that have picture-perfect lives for their characters.