I walk into my apartment, with my bloody face, and swollen eye.
"Fred-Freddie! Are you okay? Oh my God! Who did this to you?" My mom started to touch my face, I flinched a couple times."I'll go get the first aid kit!" She runs to the...where ever she kept it.
"What's wrong?" I heard Skilar say. "Freddie's hurt!" I heard my mom replied. "What?" I see Skilar make her appearance. I see her and wave at her, while her eyes go wide and her jaw drops in reponse.
"Who did this to you?" She asked, her fingers gently touching my right cheek, which was probably bruised.
"Dylan Kelp." I say in between gritted teeth.
"Didn't your so called friends help you?" Skilar asked, we sat on the couch.
"They pulled us off each other...but Carly told me to leave afterwards..." She touches my swollen eye, I flinched.
"Sorry." She says, my mom walks in with her big orange first aid kit, rolling against the floor. She opens it, a lot of medical stuff packed in it, obviously. She takes some liquid I never really learned the name of yet, and starts to disinfect my cuts and scrapes on my face. I hiss at the stinging feeling on my open cuts, my mom responding with, 'you should have thought of not fighting with that young man.'
"Tell me, who started it?" Skilar asked, she stopped being worried at the sight of me getting bandaged.
"I did." I mumbled.
"What? Freddie, I thought I taught you better! Not to engage in violence, much less START it! What in the world possessed you to do that?" My mom asked, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.
"He sang Grandpa's song! Dad's song! You doesn't deserve too! Dad suffered and worked to hard to have HIM sing it, much less to Carly." I say, my mom rolled her eyes.
"Of course, this has to do with your father! Why am I not surprised? I knew that the day he even mentioned you learning guitar like him would lead to something bad, like this!" My mom said.
"He's my father! Why wouldn't I have features like him?" I stand in front of my mother, my voice raising.
"Don't you raise your voice to me young man! I am your mother!" She yells back.
"I'm not just your son! I'm Micheal Benson's too. There's nothing you can to do change that!" I say, looking at my mom's eyes. She seems furious with me, this is the first time I ever talked back at her, she would just give me lectures while I sit there with my head hung, looking at my hands on my lap.
"I know! That's what I regret everyday! Having you with your father!" I take a step back. My mom seems to catch herself afterwards. "Freddie...I'm sorry...I did-"
"Everyone makes mistakes, right? Mistakes...I'm your mistake..." I say, my eyes filling to tears.
"Freddie, I didn't mean it like that." My mom tries to hug me, but I take another step back.
"You might as well have said that" I look over at the door, it was raining, but I didn't care. I ran out, without a jacket or umbrella, heading to anywhere, but just not there...
I haven't been home for the last 3 days and 2 nights, I've been staying at Chad's, he says that I make his family a little less annoying. Skilar has been bringing me clothes, since I refuse to go back yet. I didn't tell Sam why I beat up Dylan 3 days ago when she asked, even though she threatened me, I was already beat up so what could she do? Carly has been avoiding me like the plague, even during iCarly practices, she doesn't look at me, and right afterwards she leaves the studio, hurt I leave too. Not bothering to talk to her at all. Sam has been putting pressure on both of us to talk to each other again.
"Ry-Ry? Are you okay?" I opened my eyes to see Monte standing in front of me with his bass hanging on his strap around his shoulders. I'm at band practice, apparently.
"Yeah, I'm just tired I guess." I say, standing up off the old couch in there.
"Uh, Freddie is there anything you need to get off you chest? You can tells us you know." Chad said.
"Trust us." Aiden said
"Don't Guys. I just want to focus on something without bringing up Carly, Sam, Dylan, or my parents, okay?" I say. They all nod, and we continue with the practice. I see my phone light up, but I know it's my mom. She calls at least 20 to 30 times per day, begging for me to come back home. I haven't listened to any of her ramblings about how she's so sorry, and that she didn't mean it. She was just angry, and it came out. For just some reason, I always defend my dad from the cruel words of my mom. He hasn't been there all my life like my mom, but I just feel like I should since I don't feel my dad's blood running through my veins. I see my dad on t.v., magazines, and interviews, but I feel like I see him more like an idol that I'll never meet, than my father. Having a band, and performing around reminds me of the first time I saw my dad perform...
Flashback...
I was five or six, I don't remember. I do remember holding my mom's hand, I think her hair was long and straight then. We walked into a large building, the lighting was dim, so I held on to my mom's hand tighter. The lights went on, after a few seconds of standing there. I see my dad, brown hair, and eyes, stubble on his face. He was 22 there I think, my parents married young. I giggle when I see my dad up there, I felt a big sense of excitement in seeing my dad. They started to play, I see my dad rocking out on stage, a look on his face that clearly stated that he loved being up there.
"Daddy!" I said, pulling on my hand from my mom grasp.
"Fredward, no." My mom said, holding my hand tighter.
"Fender? Is that my little boy?" My dad coos. I giggle, pull on my mom's grasp of my hand, I get loose, and run towards my dad. My dad picks me up in his arms, and takes me up on the stage.
"One day, Fender, we'll share the stage, during a sold-out show, I promise you..."
End
I wonder, as I rock out with my own band 12 years later, about that promise. I wonder of my dad still thinks about it, like I do. He hasn't remarried, and he doesn't have any other children, not that I know of. After a few seconds of silence, my phone starts to ring, it's Carly.
"Freddie?" I hear Carly's voice on the other end, it sounds like she's been crying.
"Carly? Are you okay?" I say.
"No, can you come over?" She says
"Okay, I'll be right there." I say, I hang up. I tell the guys I'm leaving, they wave me off. I chuckle, and leave Monte's house.
When I enter Carly's apartment, I see my mom, Spencer, Carly, Sam, and Dylan.
"What's going on?" I say, "Don't tell me this is like an intervention?"
"Freddie, Tech boy, Fredwardo, dude," Spencer says, walking towards me, he put's a hand on my shoulder, I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Yes?" I say.
"I feel like you've changed..."
"Oh God, this is an intervention. For what? Stop being such a dork? Ha Ha, Sam, you even got my mom in it, I got to hand to you, your good. Haha." I say, annoyance dripping out of my voice.
"No, Freddie, this isn't one of Sam pranks." Carly said, Standing up, her fingers intertwined with Dylan's.
"What?" I say, again.
"Fredward, I think Monte,Chad, Aiden, and Matt, their starting to be a bad influence." My mom says.
"What? How can you say that? You know their parents! They aren't bad guys, we went on vacation with them!" I yell at my mom.
"Freddie, how can you yell at your mom like that? You never did that before." Spencer said, putting a hand on my shoulder again.
"Plus, you haven't been home for the last three days," Carly said.
"Three days ago, my mom said that I was her mistake, now I'm the bad guy?" I say.
"I didn't mean it like that, I was angry, and so were you!" My mom said, trying to hug me.
"Cut your mom some slack, Benson." Dylan said.
"What does have to do with him?" I asked.
"You beat him up three days ago! Who put you up to it? Monte? Matt? Chad?" Carly asked.
"What? No one! I chose to beat him up-"
"Wait, who said that he beat me up? I fought back.." Dylan said.
"Ugh. Fine, I chose to get in a fight with him. Happy?" I say.
"Ecstatic." Dylan responded. I glared at him.
"Freddie, listen, were just trying to help you out, kay? No need to lash out at the people who care about you." Spencer said, looking down at me, he was still taller than me, his hand on my shoulder.
"Help me with what?" I say.
"Not going down a bad road. I care about you, I see you like a little brother, and I want to protect you." Spencer said.
"I'm not going down a bad road! Only because iCarly isn't my entire life, or I don't gush about Carly anymore, means I'm going down a bad road?"I asked.
"Freddie, I know you love your father, but you have to understand, when he left, he left you and I behind." My mom says.
"What the Fuck? You know full well that he didn't do that, he still cares about everything he left behind." I see Sam, she looks sadly down to the floor, not saying a single word.
"Language Freddie!" My mom said.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." I respond. My mom seems to get angry.
"Fredward...Stop. It's not what a gentlemen should say." My mom seemed to be controlling her anger. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm leaving. I came here in the middle of practice." I said, walking away towards the door.
"Fredward, I ban you from playing with them." I freeze.
"What? You can't do that! They're my friends, music is...everything to me!" I say.
"Your gonna quit these fantasy of yours, your gonna go to college, become a great doctor or lawyer, and your gonna thank me later." My mom said. Her back turn towards me.
"No wonder dad left you, you had no passion! You didn't believe in him, like you don't believe in me!" I said glaring at her.
"Freddie! Don't say that your mom!" Carly yelled at me.
"Fuck you." I tell her.
"Language Fredward!" My mom had tears in her eyes.
"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you." I respond again.
"Your just like your father." My mom said sadly.
"Bitch." I say, and slam the door behind me. I enter my apartment, and start to pack all my clothes, I call Monte.
"Monte?"
"Yo, everything okay?"
"Let's go on a road trip."
"Uhh...Where to?"
"L.A."
"Sure."
I laugh, "Pick me up in front of the Bushwell Plaza, I have all my stuff."
"Why?"
"I just had a fuckin' intervention, you guys are a 'bad influence'."
"Who said that?"
"My mom."
"No way. Our mom's are gonna get pissed!"
"Right. Not my fault. I defended you guys."
"Thanks, Ry-Ry. That's why your leaving?"
"Yup."
"'Kay. I'll be there, just wait for me outside."
"Yup. Bye, bro."
"Peace out."
I walk out with my duffel bag full of clothes, and another bag of my tech stuff. I walk out of my apartment, maybe forever...I might never come back to Seattle...
That's the end of it! The drama. That's gonna make Degrassi jealous, jk, jk! Whatcha think? Next chapter is gonna be were the red hair dye makes it's appearance. So, just wait for that! :)