Behind Fletcher - A A.N.T Farm Fanfiction...

A/N - Well here is chapter three! Two updates in one day I love you guys! :) Thanks so much for all the reviews from last chapter you guys are AMAZING! Also before I let you read, warning : Mild Language/ Abuse. Don't like, don't read! However on another note I own nothing from A.N.T Farm or anything else that is mentioned in this chapter. Plus I'm warning you know you might cry I almost did writing it! But good news some Folive is about to start so please ENJOY! :)

Chapter 3

Staying after class was horrible, the teacher stood there with Skidmore and they both agreed that Fletcher was too have detention for the rest of the week. Not only that but they both agreed to call his mother and Fletcher almost flipped when they said the idea out loud, but he didn't because well he didn't need to get into more trouble. So now he sat on the bus scared out of is wits on what his mother would say when he arrived. Angus sent him worried looks every now and then because he learned what happened from Cameron. He looked at Angus and sighed, his phone beeped.

Dude what you did was great, but still it was totally a dumb idea - Angus

I already told you, it was an accident - Fletcher

Yeah but now Lexi's pissed and out to kill you, not only that but Skidmore's not happy either - Angus

So it's not my fault Lexi's a prissy dumb ass blond, she'll get over it - Fletcher

Really? You need to calm, it's only going to make things worse - Angus

Just leave me alone then! - Fletcher

Fine! - Angus

There conversation through texting ended when Angus knew Fletcher was ticked. The bus came to the end of his street and Fletcher said goodbye to Angus, Chyna, and Olive who were all sitting around him. When the bus left the end of the road Fletcher started down the street towards his house. However as he walked he began to walk slower then he ever did, he was too scared to walk through the front door of his house, he was afraid of what his mother had too say. By the time he made it to his house time felt like it went slower, he opened the door, and took a deep breath.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!" Mrs. Quimby yelled as soon as Fletcher walked into the house, she was waiting for him.

"It was an accident, I didn't mean anything by it." Fletcher whispered as he closed the door behind him.

"AN ACCIDENT MY ASS! YOU WERE AN ACCIDENT!" Mrs. Quimby yelled once more, Fletcher flinched at her words, they stung.

"Lexi got the paint out, well she got it out of her clothes, and I'm serving detention." Fletcher explained, SMACK!

"SO! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! EVERYTHING'S RUINED BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Mrs. Quimby yelled as Fletcher held his cheek.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry you had me, and I'm sorry dad left! I'm sorry for everything I possibly caused!" Fletcher shouted as he turned and ran.

Fletcher ran up the steps to his room as fast as he could. However he didn't make it very far when his mother grabbed his ankle and pulled him right back down the steps. Fletcher could have sworn he heard a "pop" when his mother pulled, he kicked but she still held on. Instantly Fletcher was grabbed by the shirt, picked up, and tossed into the living room glass table. He slammed into it, knocked it backwards, and heard the sound of shattering glass hit the floor. Fletcher rolled to the right as his mother went to smack him across the face again, he stood up.

He was close to the front door which meant he could try and escape as best as he could. All that Fletcher knew was that he needed to get out of the house as fast as he could and go get help, or at least get to Chyna's or Olive's house. Mostly he would head to Olive's she was closer anyway. But as his thoughts distracted him, his mother grabbed him by the arm, pulled, and threw him so that he flipped over the couch and landed on the floor. Mrs. Quimby came faster then Fletcher had expected because before he knew it, his mother was smacking him across the face.

"You worthless, idiot, pathetic, child!" Mrs. Quimby yelled as she kicked Fletcher on the side.

"Leave me alone!" Fletcher exclaimed as he managed to shove his mother off of him with his hands and onto the floor.

Instantly he stood and ran into the kitchen, he grabbed his backpack he dropped by the door earlier and dashed out the door before his mother could catch him. The cool fall air blew across his face as Fletcher ran as fast as he could down his street. There was no way he was going back tonight at all. Finally when he reached the end of the next street over, which was where Olive lived, he slowed and started to catch his breath as he walked up too Olive's house. The sun began to set in the back ground and Fletcher gripped one hand on his book bag and made his way to Olive's.

Olive smiled as she and her mother and father sat on the living room couch together. They were currently starting one of their favorite Halloween movies names Monster House. Her mother and father sat on either side of her and Olive was holding a giant bucket of popcorn that all three of them were going to share. Olive was in her pj's and she had her school work done because she got it study hall, so she had nothing to worry about. The movie started and Olive smiled as she looked at both her parents, they were settled and so was she. They were interrupted by the doorbell.

"Now who could that be on a school and work night?" Mrs. Dole asked with wonder as Olive shrugged.

"Olive dear could you get that?" Mr. Dole asked as Olive nodded.

"Sure dad." Olive smiled, she stood and placed the popcorn on the coffee table in front of them.

Before Olive even had time to debate weather going to the door was a good idea or not she was already heading over. Olive placed a smile on her face anyway because no matter who it was, she should still always make a good impression. She fixed her hair, fixed her clothes, and then grabbed the door knob and pulled the front door open. Olive was ready to speak and when she opened her eyes and saw Fletcher standing on the doorstep. She was shocked to be hones, he looked tired, scared, and there was a red mark on the side of his face, Olive was instantly worried.

"Fletcher?" Olive asked with worry as Fletcher looked down and then back up at her, he looked behind him as well and looked back at her.

"Can I come in, please?" Fletcher asked, he sounded scared...

A/N - Cliffy! Well there is chapter three! What did you think? Sad right? Anyway thanks for reading and please remember to REVIEW! :) - DisneyChannelLover