Monday, Dean Ambrose was a day late and Allie worried that he actually wasn't going to come this week. He sat outside again like yesterday and waited for him to come riding down the road to him. But, just like yesterday the only person who walked down that path was Marucho. Well yesterday he was running down the path, now he was just walking.

"Hey Marucho!" Allie yelled. Marucho looked up from the dirt road and waved.

"So, what was with that lady from yesterday?" Allie asked. Marucho took a second to think and then made his arms into a cradle and rocked them back and forth.

"She has a baby?" Allie asked. Marucho rocked his arms again and then pointed at himself.

"You have a baby?" Marucho stopped to process what Allie had just asked.

"Oh, wait a second! You're the baby!" Marucho nodded his head. "So, who's the lady?" Marucho would have groaned in frustration then.

He got on the floor and drew a stick figure carrying a child. He pointed to the child and then himself, earning a nod from Allie. Then he pointed at the woman. He looked up at Allie and Allie tilted his head. Marucho circled the woman and Allie realized.

"Ohhh, that's the lady. So she's your mom?" Allie asked. Marucho nodded but then stopped and shrugged his shoulders. "What do you mean you don't know? She's your mom, right. Wait, look at me, Marucho." Allie said as he brought a spread-out hand to his chin.

"Mom?"

Marucho tilted his head. "Okay, no sign language." Marucho looked to the ground and wrote one of the first words he was taught to write.

"Frederick."

"Your my friend is Frederick." Allie said. Marucho shook his head and just pointed at he name. "Okay, we aren't getting anywhere with this. I'm going to ask you one question at a time. Frederick is your mom?" Marucho shook his head.

"The woman is just Frederick?" Marucho nodded. "Then why did you try to tell me she was your mom?" Allie asked. Marucho shrugged his shoulders.

"Huh? Marucho! We just waisted so much time just for you to say that her name was Frederick." Allie said, confused at the man's actions. Marucho just shrugged again and started walking down to their first chore.

"Wait! Marucho!" Marucho stopped. "Um, could you do the chores today? I have to wait for my friend." Marucho tilted his head. "I'm sorry! It's really important!" Allie pleaded. Marucho sighed through his nose and just gave a thumbs up.

"Really? Thank you Marucho! I promise I'll make it up to you!" Allie said. Marucho nodded and continued walking. Allie happily watched Marucho walk off.

It had been a while that Allie had been waiting, Marucho must have been almost done with the chores right now. But then again, he was new to working on the farm. He stood up to go find Marucho but as if it was like fate, when he stood up, he saw the tractor approaching. He smiled as he sat back down.

When it came to a stop, it was still quite a ways away from him so he decided to go to them instead. He saw the woman from before laughing with Dean Ambrose's dad as she helped Tate out of the car. He smiled wider as he saw Dean Ambrose lock eyes with him.

Dean Ambrose's eyes opened wide as he tried to shoo Allie away. Allie wasn't stupid, he knew when he wasn't wanted. He turned around and lifted his hood, walking the other way.

But it was too late as he heard Dean Ambrose's dad "what is it, son?" Then he heard Frederick gasp. He didn't stop walking until he heard his mom.

"God damn it boy. Git yer arse o'er 'ere!" Allie froze and thought about whether it was really a good idea to turn around. He apparently didn't think long enough because he walked back to his mom with a serious face, knowing it was a serious situation.

"What er ye doin' pickin' rocks outta dirt 'stead of chores?" Tate asked. Allie became nervous as he noticed there were three more people than usual watching him get yelled at.

"I was just waiting for them to drop off the supplies like they do every week." Allie explained.

"You're a day late and you know that. Quit the bullshit excuses." Dean Ambrose's dad said as he took a step towards him.

"Ricky Steamboat, stop." Frederick said as she grabbed onto his arm.

"Stop what Frederick? This demon has to be taught right from wrong. And I don't think words are getting through his idiotic brain." Ricky Steamboat replied.

"He's no demon. He's just a boy, just like yours." Frederick argued.

Ricky Steamboat laughed, "Oh no, he is nothing like my boy. At least my boy is a human. Something I was blessed with from heaven. But that thing." Ricky Steamboat pointed a finger at Allie quickly, making him flinch.

"He was brought from a hell. A curse put on Tate."

"Oh shut yer trap, Ricky Steamboat. At least me boy can talk." Tate argued. Allie smiled, but then she turned to look at him. "An' even if he's a curse on me from 'ell, he get the job done." Allie's smile fell again.

"Don't come after Dean Ambrose's lack of speech. My boy is useful and that's all that matters." Ricky Steamboat replied, ending the argument quickly between them.

"A curse from hell? How could you say that about your child? He's right there." Frederick asked.

"Frederick, ye best stay outta this. It'll bite ye in the arse." Tate warned. Frederick walked towards Allie. The last thing that he would have wanted.

"But it isn't right, there isn't anything wrong with him, he's just a regular boy." Frederick said as she tried to lay a reassuring hand on Allie's shoulder, only for him to kindly take it off.

"Frederick, you get away from that thing. You don't know what it's capable of." Ricky Steamboat said as he grabbed Frederick's wrist. Frederick struggled out of the grasp.

"Let go, Ricky Steamboat." Frederick said through gritted teeth.

"Frederick get over here!" He pulled once more but Frederick pulled back twice as hard, and Ricky Steamboat let go. The force of the action sent her back and made her hit Allie. His lazily worn hood fell off of his hair. She backed away from him and bowed her head apologetically.

"I'm so sorry that was very rude of me-" She looked up to see the face of the demon she had fallen on.

He smiled, "oh it's completely fine." When she saw his teeth, she screamed. Ricky Steamboat put a hand on her shoulder and she shakingly looked up at him.

"Ricky Steamboat..? What the hell?" Frederick asked.

Ricky Steamboat shook his head, "what did I tell you, Frederick?" He lifted his arm to show Frederick the demon again. Allie's hurt expression couldn't be hidden as he saw Frederick's face. A girl who was once so caring and understanding. She even stood up to them, was looking at him like how his mother had probably looked at him when he was first birthed.

"A demon." Ricky Steamboat said.

Allie let that phrase play through his head. He was a demon. That's all he was. He could never be considered a person. Not by anyone.

"I told ye not ta pry. Now ye look like ye have seen a ghost." Tate said.

"A demon, but close." Frederick replied, trying to calm herself with jokes. Allie looked passed the two of them and saw Marucho standing next to where Dean Ambrose was sitting in the tractor still.

He smiled, knowing that there were at least two people who probably wouldn't think of him as just a demon. Frederick turned to look at where Allie was looking and locked eyes with Marucho.

"Marucho, is this Allie?" Marucho nodded. Frederick breathed in deeply and sighed. "And you've been doing chores with him?" Marucho nodded again.

Frederick turned to look at Tate, "and you've been letting Marucho work with this thing?" Frederick asked. Those words hurt the both of them.

"Yes, I 'ave. An' he's been doin' a fantastic job." Tate replied.

"Marucho has been working with your curse of a child?" Ricky Steamboat yelled.

"Yes, already answered ye." Tate said.

"Now that's messed up. I wouldn't let Dean Ambrose any closer than a foot to that beast. And your forcing Frederick's boy to do it without her will?" Ricky Steamboat asked.

"He can make 'is own decisions. He's a growin' boy. Ought ta do it someday." Tate replied.

"You're selfish. You just wanted extra hands on your farm. Not once did you think of his health." Frederick scolded. She turned and grabbed Marucho's hand.

"Goodbye Tate. I'm sorry for taking away your help. He won't be coming back. But if you would like, next week we can eat together again." Tate didn't say a word.

"Just give me some time to forgive your actions." Frederick then started to drag Marucho away. He reached behind him to where Allie was. He expected Allie to come help him, but he just shook his head with a sad smile.

Marucho put his hand down and started to walk away with Frederick. He was going to get away from Frederick soon. But now wasn't the time. Too risky. Allie watched as one of his only friends left the farm.

"C'mon Dean Ambrose, we're going too. Thank you for your time, Tate. We'll be here next week." Ricky Steamboat then turned and hopped into his vehicle to drive away. When everyone was gone, Allie just felt like crumbling and crying his heart out.

But it was never time for emotions when Tate was around. She grabbed him just below his shoulder and dragged him back in that familiar direction towards the barn.

"Damn it. Ye a bloody curse all right. An' ye just bleed yer troubles all o'er the place. Discrace." He just kept his eyes to the ground.

"But t'was partly my fault. So imma go easy on ye. Only get three days in 'ere." Allie nodded as he was pushed into the barn and the door were closed.

After all of the stress of keeping composed was gone, Allie just weakly walked over to his Marucho and sat next to it. He leaned his head on it as he let the tears fall.

"Geppy." Allie said weakly. He knew he wasn't going to ever see him again. He messed it up again. He wiped his tears just for them to be replaced with new ones. He walked over to the wall of names and used his claw to scratch Marucho's name. Another one gone.

Four days. That's all it took for Frederick to start suspecting Marucho. And he was going to the doctors to get inspected on her command. He wasn't about to get examined. He did the same thing as before, got dressed quickly and raced out of his room and out the door. He felt that sense of danger, and he felt faster than he usually would. It was the danger and thrill of escaping.

"Marucho! Not again!" Frederick yelled as she chased after him. Foolish to be dressed so nicely. Heels were a real pain to run in. But he really should have heard more from her if she was wearing them. He foolishly looked behind him and saw why he hadn't heard a sound.

Frederick wasn't wearing any shoes, probably because of the trouble of running in heels. But it was also stupid to take off your feet's only protection during a chase. Marucho knew what to do then. He turned to the right and went towards the river that he came from.

That river was surrounded by rocks, and it would be hard for Frederick to run in the rocks with him. Frederick, really could be a track runner, she'd probably do well at distance running. It had taken them a while to get there, but when they did, Marucho was out of breath.

Then Marucho heard the crunch of rocks on his feet and felt relief. Relief that he made it to the rocks. Relief until he felt a body tackle him to the ground. His box fell in front of him and he scrambled to get it, but Frederick held him down.

"Marucho, this isn't a game. You need to eat breakfast so we can get you properly examined at the doctor's." Frederick said. Marucho would have enjoyed the sincerity of those words if he wasn't in a panic.

"Marucho, stop trying to hide in that box and look at me." Marucho shook his head, the box was far out of his reach, at least a foot away from his fingertips.

"Marucho! LOOK AT ME!" Frederick cried out. Marucho froze, he had never heard Frederick scream before.

She never got mad, or frustrated when she couldn't tell what Marucho was saying. She didn't yell at him for being in the bathroom so long to look at himself in the mirror. She never yelled when he made a mess of his food trying to eat under his mask. She never got mad,

Marucho thought nothing could make her mad, not even Tate. But the next second, Marucho realized that Frederick wasn't mad, she was actually crying.

"Marucho, you don't know how hard it is. How hard it is to hear every other mom in the village talk about what their kids said that day or how cute their smile is or how beautiful their eyes are. How they're able to sing with them and hear how their child sounds when they read. How they're so happy with their family, they are always saying something or doing a silly face or even laughing."

Frederick started her rant, hoping that Marucho would just turn and look at her. Maybe he would smile at her, give her that bit of satisfaction of seeing her son's smile. But he stayed frozen. Tears finally fell down her face.

"I mean, look at us. Laying in a pile of rocks next to a river. And this is the first time I've even seen the color of your hair. Do you think that we're happy, Marucho?" Marucho really didn't know the best way to reply so he just nodded. Frederick sighed and got off of him.

"As long as you think that then I'll be happy for now." Marucho crawled over to his box and put it on his head.

Frederick laughed, "I guess I was foolish to assume that you would actually go to the doctor's willingly. You won't even take of that stupid box." Frederick stood up and shook her head.

"I wish I never decorated that. Maybe you wouldn't be so attached to it." She turned around, saying one last thing before walking off.

"I'll let you go free today, but you are going to go get an inspection sometime soon. And then I'll finally be able to see my child's face." Marucho watched as she walked away.

He got so many mixed feelings from her. But maybe that was normal. Maybe she had mixed feelings, since Marucho wasn't normal. She probably didn't know whether to hate that or respect it. And Marucho understood. She was doing her best with a Allie situation. Was it the best someone could do? Far from it.

But people don't understand monsters. No one can understand monsters besides the monsters themselves. Marucho picked himself off the floor and started to walk away in the opposite direction of Frederick.