I am not aware of how many years you'd have to study to become a fireman in America, so I'm just writing all the ages and everything so it'll suit the storylines.

"Sean?" Mr. Schue nodded. "So… which song have you made your own?" Sean shoved his hands in his pockets and chewed his lips, as if he was hesitating on if he'd show us what he had made or not then he opened his mouth, sighed and spoke up.

"Mama will hold me by Christie Nelson. I have got a beat and that kinda stuff in my phone, I've kept something from the original song. I hope that's okay." Mr. Schue nodded, Sean stood up and slowly walked down the stairs to the stage.

Sean plugged his phone into the speakers, I frowned as I remembered what song he was talking about. It was written as if it was written in the point of view of a child whose dad had been killed in the nine- eleven attacks. While Sean was struggling with getting the speakers to work I slowly started putting the pieces together. How strong he had reacted when I told my birthday, how he had been shouting at his step dad how he wouldn't let him replace his dad- at my birthday "I know it's been sixteen years" of course- how did I not see this before? And this song.

"Oh dear." I exclaimed. Jonah looked to me, asked me what it was. "How did we not see this? Sean's dad must have died in 9/11." Jonah nodded, and then we all turned our heads when the music started.

We had all heard Sean rap before. He was good- really good- no doubt about that. But with the tone he had in this song- we all- or at least I kind of understood that it was taking it all for him not to break under the feelings this song had for him.

The song stopped with Christie Nelson's beautiful voice coming through the speakers, Sean sure had made the song his very own with turning it into a rap- version and changing the lyrics, I lifted my hands to start clapping but before any of us had the time Sean had pulled out his phone from the speakers and disappeared.

Mr. Schue POV

I told the others glee club was over for today, I guessed Sean had left but when I walked past the choir room I could spot him sitting on the piano chair. I pushed the door open and walked in, Sean looked up- but looked down on his phone again.

"You alright?" I asked while I pulled out a chair and sat down in front of him, he nodded. Then stopped at a picture, held it so I could see it, I smiled. It was of a boy, maybe three or four years old sitting on the shoulders of a man- perhaps in his early twenties. The boy and the man looked to each other, both with big smiles on their faces.

"That's me and my dad…" Sean said. "I don't know why I'm showing you this but… I am!" I smiled, Sean kept on riffling through his pictures. Stopped at one of himself as a little boy again, even younger this time at maybe one or two, along with a woman perhaps in her late teens, a man about the same age as the woman and a couple perhaps in their forties- white man and black woman. Sean sighed.

"This is me with my parents, my uncle and my grandparents at my dad's side. I was about one or two here. And… most of them are dead, my mum's alive… sorry… you don't want to hear this." Sean smiled a bit nervously. I sighed a bit then told him that if he wanted to tell me I was getting quite eager to know what his story was.

"Well… some of these things some people think are too private to talk about. But the thing is… mama always said that if you try to keep it as secrets then people are going to come up with lies and rumors and everyone will turn against you because they believe them instead of the truth- so there's no secrets…" Sean took a deep breath and then started telling me.

His mum- Eliza had been daughter of a black woman and a white man- outside a marriage so she was left at an orphanage because others thought she'd bring shame over the family- I could barely believe what I'd heard- I mean- that was in the end of the sixties not the eighteen hundreds or something like that. Sean shook his head at it too- but told me that he'd met his maternal grandparents once. Two rich snobs that he'd rather forget everything about- we laughed both of us at the part where he told how he'd "accidently" spilt chocolate cake all over his grandmother's cake.

Also on his dad's side there was a black woman and a white man, but old Mr. Moraiety had fought to be able to marry Mrs. Moraiety and hadn't listened to a word anyone said as he married her and they had two sons- Sean Michael- later Sr. when he had Sean who was sitting right in front of me. And two years later- Paul Alexander Jr.

They had all lived in New York, Sean Sr. and Paulie- as Sean called Paul Jr. became fire- men. And they were called in to the twin- towers at nine eleven. It was when Sean started telling about Sean's last moments his voice started breaking- at the same time as it was filled with pride.

"He was in the North tower, he went into the tower and helped a person out. Then he went inside again even though the South tower had already collapsed. He was determined that if he was going to die he was going to die trying to help. But he… he called me and my mama on the way up and- he told us that he loved us. He told us that Paulie was in the south tower when it collapsed. He told us again that he loved us and then suddenly everything we can hear is just crashing when the building's falling."

Sean took a few deep breaths and then started telling me how his mum had met Curtis Leigh- "it's not that he's a jerk or anything… he's just… a jerk. Sorry I didn't mean to tell you all this I just… got caught. I think I'd better had to the stables now." He took his bag, threw it over one shoulder and walked away. While I still had a weird feeling there was something Sean wasn't telling me. Something important

Sean POV

I went home to switch clothes before going to the stables. Gordon was with Curtis out of town and would come home tonight, mama was home so I walked up and jumped up to sit on the kitchen bench.

"Mama..." I began, she answered and leaned on the bench while she started playing with my hair. "There is something I've been feeling for a while." Mama frowned. "There is something about me… in my brain that isn't supposed to be there."

"What do you mean Seanie like… a tumor or…"

"No… in the brain itself… like… a disability. I'm probably just being paranoid but… I've gotten a time with the school psychologist to check it up… Or… I've had multiple times but I keep on freaking out and quitting."

"Seanie." Mama looked me in the eyes. "You know that whatever it'll show I'll always love you… that's what's important." I nodded and hugged mama, there and then I decided to give Curtis a chance. Because he made mama happy- and if she was happy - I was happy . I just couldn't help to have a bad feeling about him.

Leah POV

"Told you, you weren't ready." Mum said as she wiped of scrapes on my knees. I had fallen trying to make my way from the car to the house. "You're back in the wheelchair until you are ready."

"But mum."

"Don't Leah."

"Mum…" I began again. "I have been walking for almost a week and this is the first time I've hurt myself. I… I can do this, and you're a nurse, you should know that the more I walk the better it'll heal. I know you feel as if I'm still in a wheelchair then, maybe I'm gonna stay here longer or... you won't have to let go just as fast. But…" I didn't have the time to finish my sentence before mum stood up and walked away, I heard the door to hers and dad's bedroom. Soon followed by dad.

Abram POV

"You alright?" I walked into my and Edna's bedroom and walked to sit down next to her on the bedroom. She nodded, but had tears rolling down her cheek. I shoved my hands in my pockets and tried to come up with something to say.

"Do you remember when Jonah was three and went very ill? We thought we were gonna lose him but you refused to let him go so at last he started getting better. When we came home you were trying to make him stay in the sofa but only because of that he'd run around and climb up on the kitchen bench trying to reach the cookies." I tried hard to remember the whole story. "And you would tell him that there were no cookies there and he'd still climb up to see if he could reach it… Only to see if he could get that high up… Leah is going to reach for that you know… she's going to keep on checking if she can walk especially if you tell her not to. And she would try to reach those cookies even if she knew there weren't any cookies there."

So… that's it. I would like to continue but I'll soon be leaving and want the chapter up before that.

The song is as Sean says a re- written version of Christie Nelson's "mama will hold me" which is so beautiful. A few of my friends thought I was going crazy when I said I'd re- write it to a rapping version but ey, I did alright didn't I?

GUYS GUYS GUESS WHAT?! TODAY IS TWO YEARS SINCE I QUIT MY MEDS EXACTLY YAYYAYYAYYAYYAY'

Playlist
Sean: Re- written version of Mama will hold me- Christie Nelson