Disclaimer: Now I own a bit more than before. All the stuff I owned before, PLUS Freddy's foster family. I do not own the original SoR cast.

Freddy Jones: Semi-Life Story

Chapter 11

Zach and I sat on Zach's porch, waiting for my foster father to pull up. I'll admit, I was a little scared. I had attempted to put off what he was going to be like until this very day.

Suddenly, a white Ford Taurus pulled up in front of Zach's house. I heard a female voice, "Dad! Are you sure this is the right place? It looks like mansion-country." After hearing this I looked back at Zach's house, it wasn't as big as my house, but it was bigger than most suburban houses.

Okay, maybe we do live in mansion country. But we've all gone to prep school for the majority of our lives.

I had my hand resting on my duffel bags, Zach's father and I had gone back to my house to grab another bag of stuff while El Jackass wasn't there. Zach looked at me as the driver's side door opened, a man of about 6'3" stepped out, his black hair was extremely short, and he wore a pair of khaki pants and a black t-shirt that read "Fold or In?"

I assumed this was Adam. He looked at Zach and me, "Which of you is Fredrick Jones?"

I cringed at the sound of my full name, "That's me, but please call me Freddy. Only my supposed parents call me Fredrick."

A girl who looked about my age popped out of the passenger side, she looked about 5'6", two inches shorter than me, and she had black hair as well, it went to her mid back, and was up in a ponytail. She had icy blue eyes, and her outfit reminded me a little of Katie. She wore a ripped denim skirt, and a black tight t-shirt. I hoped this was Riley and not Kacey. "Dad? Are we at the right place? Is a spoiled rich kid moving in with us?"

"Rich? Yes. Spoiled? Not so much." I muttered, more to Zach, rubbing the side of my face, where the faint remains of my sperm donor's handprint remained.

Adam grabbed my bags and looked at Zach, "I'll throw these in the trunk while you say good-bye, but don't worry. You can visit any time you want."

"And make it fast!" The girl exclaimed, "I'd like to get home before midnight."

Adam walked back towards the car as I turned to Zach, "What a bitch." He said, smirking at me.

"Come on Zach, she's probably just PMSing." I smirked back, "Well, I guess I'll see you soon?"

"Right. No good-byes." Zach replied, "Because that's what you say when you'll never see a person again. And we're seeing each other as soon as we possibly can."

I sighed, "I'll call you later." I said, standing up from the porch and walking towards the Taurus. I got in the backseat and the girl turned around.

"Finally!" She exclaimed, looking at me, "I thought you'd take forever saying good-bye to your boyfriend or whoever."

I raised an eyebrow as Adam glared at her, "Riley..."

"What!" She looked at her father.

My eyebrow remained raised, "He's my best friend." I said, knowing we were headed to the home of the man who assisted in my birth. I wanted to get in, get out.

Eventually we pulled up, Riley, who I realized was very outspoken, "DAMN! And I thought we were in mansion country before."

We pulled into the driveway, and I saw Hannah sitting in the porch swing.

"Is that your mom?" Riley asked.

I looked at her, "Does she look old enough?" I muttered, getting out of the car.

As soon as Hannah saw me she smirked, "I knew you'd come crawling back. After all you did you deserve what's coming."

"Number one, I'm not on my knees." I said, glaring at my sister, "And number two," Adam stepped out of the car, "I'm not back."

Riley decided to step out of the car as well, the three of us walked into the house, Hannah trailing behind us. I looked at Adam and Riley, "I'm not sure if he's home or not, but if he is..." My voice faltered as a tall figure stood in front of me.

El Jackass himself, the assclown in shining armor, Evan Michael Jones. "So, you decided to come back." I could hear his voice clouded with Vodka.

It took me a minute to gain my words, the well-composed person I had been building over the past two weeks was slowly disintegrating, "If you lay a hand on m-m-me, I'll m-m-make s-s-sure you're arrested." I said, stuttering occasionally.

"And if you're not around to make the call?" He asked, a smirk showing on his face.

I walked up to my room, trying not to cry. I was biting my lip as I gathered all my stuff.

Adam stayed downstairs and Riley followed me up, "I'm sorry."

I looked at her, "You're apologizing already? But I just met you." I threw a few pairs of jeans in a big garbage bag that I was using as a suitcase.

"I called you spoiled." She said, looking at me as I threw together more of my stuff.

I threw my pillow in the bag, "And? What's your point, it's an easy assumption of rich kids." I stripped my bed, throwing the blankets in, I wanted everything I could grab, and Adam had said that was okay.

"I know, but I should've learned about you first."

"Look," I turned around and looked at her, "Here's something you should know before you make any more assumptions. Rich kids get abused. A lot. And a majority of it is because their parents have the money to buy alcohol and then they get drunk as hell and throw their kids around because they're pissed about something." I gathered loose CDs off the floor, putting them in my huge CD case.

"I see..." She said, staring down at her feet. "I'm guessing that's your problem?"

"Least of them." I said, gently setting the CD case in my bag, "Yes, El Jackass gets drunk way too much. And yes, he throws me around, not just throws... I mean, look at the red spots on the floor, you think that's paint?" I sighed, a tear running down my cheek, "The Sperm Donor just hates me. And don't try to convince me otherwise. I've heard him say shit about me when he's sober, and sometimes it's worse than or just as bad as when he's drunk." I grabbed the last of my stuff. "I've been living with my best friend for the past two weeks." I muttered, remembering something. I grabbed my yearbook from last year, our last year at Horace Green. "Let's just go before..."

"Before what my dear?" I quickly bit my lip again. "Don't think you're leaving without saying a well-deserved good-bye." He swung to hit me in the face and I dodged it.

Riley ran to get her dad. I threw my bag on the ground and shoved him back, "I'm not your responsibility anymore!" I exclaimed, "You no longer have the right to throw me around and treat me like dirt!"

Just by glancing into my father's eyes I could tell what was coming. He held the back of my shirt, pinning me onto my bed, he pulled a knife out of his pocket, holding it to my neck, "If I can't have you nobody can!"

I managed to pull my arm free long enough to grab the knife and throw it into the hallway, "Dad! You need help!" I cried, "If you can get help for hating me, I can come back! But as long as you're like this..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, he had thrown me to the floor and I heard a crack, and felt a piercing pain in my leg.

Tears ran down my face more than ever before, my cries were louder than they ever had been.

He looked at me, he grabbed me by my wrist and twisted my arm around my back, I couldn't take it anymore, "Just stop!" I screamed, getting the attention of plenty of neighbors.

I heard the neighborhood dogs barking. I heard the front door opening, then I heard a voice I was happy to hear, "Freddy!" Katie Brown was running up my stairs, followed by her father, Riley, and Adam.

Adam and Katie's dad grabbed my father, pulling him away from me. Katie and Riley ran over to me, Katie grabbed my wrist, and I quickly pulled it away, "That hurts!" I exclaimed, "And not emotionally like the pain you gave me."

"Freddy, we have to get you to a hospital." Riley said, looking at my quickly bruising wrist.

Katie's dad held my dad back as Adam led Riley, Katie, and I down to the car, he carried my bag. I was holding my wrist and whimpering in pain.

Katie and I sat in the backseat as Adam sped away towards the nearest hospital. Adam picked me up and ran into the emergency wing. My father had possibly broken my wrist, and my leg. This was a first.

Just when things were getting better...

There are only a few chapters (1 or 2) left of this story, before I move on to the next one.

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