I want to Know the Truth
Fred's p.o.v again. Well kinda. Isn't Fred special; p…..
Fred was lying on a hospital bed in a room. He's' been out cold ever since he hit the rocks at Crystal Cove's Cliff and fell into a coma-like state. He's been like this for two days that is until….
"Ah, ouch… What the hell?" I woke up with a start. "Where the hell am I?" I could barely move. I never felt so weak before in my life, never, but I could feel the pain…
I tried to get up. "Ahhhhhhh!" I yelp, feeling nothing but pain. I look down at my arm, "The hell…?" My arm was bandaged up in white bandages, but was red from dried blood. My sheets were covered in dried blood and smelt terrible.
"How did this….?" Suddenly a flashback hit me. The thoughts, the depression, the cliff, the run, the jump…. The tires screeching and the voice…
'Where did that voice come from?' Fred thought in bewilderment, 'Who said 'stop' when I was running? Was that the reason why I didn't get a good jump, why I'm still alive?' Fred just couldn't figure it out. It couldn't have been Daphne, for the voice was a guy's… Too deep to be Shag's. Who was it?
Before he could think another thought, a figure appeared at the doorway. It was the Sheriff..
"Sheriff?" Fred said, trying to figure this out. 'Was he…? Was that the voice I heard right before I jumped? Couldn't be..!' Fred just couldn't see why the Sheriff would even think to save him. Even though he's a cop, he and the Sheriff never really had been 'good buddies'. The sheriff always threw him and his friends in jail, he'll get out cause his 'dad' was the mayor, then Fred would do something to piss the Sheriff off again and get his butt thrown back in jail… That's how it been for years. It eventually got to the point where the Sheriff wouldn't even let Fred touch him. Why would he care if I died?
The Sheriff didn't even flinch. His arms were crossed as he glared at the boy, "What the hell did you think you were doing, Fred? Trying to fly..? I've heard of the saying 'A bird must learn to fly before it can leave the nest', but you must be as stupid as I thought cause your taking it way too seriously."
The Sheriff waited for Fred to answer, he refused. The Sheriff could tell Fred was in a bad state and let up some, but still glared at him and went on, "I know your probably wondering why I was there in the first place. I usually wouldn't tell you this, but it's clear to see your snooping days are now over so," The Sheriff half-expected Fred to deny what he said, but he didn't. "Anyways, I was there looking for evidence to lock the formal-mayor away. He has a court date in about a couple of weeks and we need as much evidence as we can get to do so. That's when I saw you and knew something bad was going to happen, then you ran.." Fred looked up at the Sheriff with tears and anger in his eyes. "I would ask you to testify against your dad and tell the jury what you been through but…"
"Never call him my dad, he's not my father!" Fred shouted in hatred and anger. This startled the Sheriff, since he never heard Fred sound like this before. Not even when he threw him in jail a day before his birthday. The Sheriff did see Fred in 'werewolf attack mode' when he threw Fred in jail on the day a trap convention was visiting Crystal Cove, but never like this.
Sheriff took a couple steps back and took a deep breath. He opened his mouth, but the nurse was faster… "Frederick Jones, oh good, your awake. Doctor.." The nurse yelled across the hall and sure enough, a man walked in and scolded Fred.
"Well, it seems you lived through the night. What is your problem, son? You sick? Or are you just born a trouble maker?" The doctor didn't wait for Fred to reply. "Or… Were you high off something and had too much to drink?"
"Um, doctor…" The Sheriff began, but was interrupted by a nurse who took him out into the hall and closed the door.
"Ma'am?" The Sheriff asked. She looks like she was just hit by a car and was now going through the state of shock. She cleared he throat and began…
"Sheriff Bronson Stone, your patient is by the name of Frederick Jones Sr. right? The Sheriff nodded, "Frederick Jones, he has no children." The Sheriff added. The nurse then quickly, "Yes well, about that." She began, "We took some blood test, of his blood, and a doctor who didn't know we got the blood, got his name confused with the other Frederick and took his blood too."
"So?" The Sheriff said, wishing she would get to the point.
"Well, they match. Coincidently, both of their test tubes were right next to each other. One doctor looked at both microscopes we used to test the blood and told us they match. We then took more tests and found out that… Well, Frederick Jones Sr. really is Fred's father."
The Sheriff was in shock, "But how, why would he say…"
"I don't know." Said the nurse, "But if I were you, I'll find out and soon. I'm sure we'll all like to know what the hell is going on around here. Even though it's not my business, that kid needs to know who his father is and fast. Before.. He gives up…"
The nurse finished. The Sheriff took off to the mayor's room. 'What the hell is going on?' Though the Sheriff, 'He's been saying he was Fred's dad, and then said he wasn't. Now a nurse tells me that he's been Fred's dad all along? Was greed really that powerful to make someone lie to their friends and family or is he hiding more then what he's saying? If so, what was it?"
The Sheriff got to his door and swung it open. Only to reveal the mayor, who looked up in surprise, watching TV.
"Who are you? Who and what are you doing here in Crystal Cove. What are you really looking for?" The Sheriff said in a cold, deep voice that sent chills down the Mayor's spine.
"Gravy covered pigs' feet, who do you think I am, Sheriff? I'm the ma… Frederick, Frederick Jones. Who else? And what do you mean by 'what am I doing here in Crystal Cove' and 'What am I really looking for'? I already told you, I came here to Crystal Cove to look for the treasure. What more do you want?" The Mayor could feel his face getting hotter. 'What is happening? I wonder if Fred has something to do with the Sheriff acting weirder then usual? Is he hurt?'
The Sheriff's eyes blazed. "I want to know why you lied. Fred is your son.."_"I…" The Mayor began, but was quickly cut off._ "Don't try to deny it. The nurses have both of your blood tests and told me you're his father. Now I want to know the damn truth, why are you lying about your son?"
I'm so so so sorry for not making nor posting Chapters lately. My computer crashed and I already had the whole story done, but it erased everything. Now I have to start all over and try to remember the storyline I had. That's why I'm trying to upload this chapter to my story. I'll get a new computer soon but until then… ENJOY