Here is chapter two for all you people.

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The Ointment

Chapter 1's Ending

"Look, Sam, I really don't wanna talk about it. Besides, it's a long story." Freddie said.

"Well we have plenty of time, so start talkin ointment boy," Sam said, punching him lightly in the arm.

"Fine, but it's not a nice story," Freddie responded.

Chapter 2

"The ointment is to reduce scars, and before you even ask, I'll tell you why I have scars." Freddie said quickly. It was obvious that this was not something he wanted to relive.

"I was about five, my father got laid off from his job," Freddie began with a sigh. "I don't remember what he used to do or why he was laid off, but I do remember that he changed after that."

"He started drinking more and more, and eventually he started coming home really drunk," Freddie's voice was beginning to get softer.

"He was a violent drunk. He used to bust through the door and start breaking stuff." Freddie said. "My mom used to tell me to hide in my room. Then she would go try to calm him down."

"Sometimes it would work, but most of the time he would hit her a few times. Just enough to make her beg him to stop," Freddie's voice cracked. "Once in a while he would beat her senseless. Then he would turn to me."

"Freddie." Sam started. She reached out and gently touched his arm. "You don't have to.."

Freddie cut her off and her arm dropped. "No, It's okay. He would beat me with his belt. Normally until I bled." A single tear rolled down his cheek, Freddie wiped it away.

"One time, when I was seven, he was really drunk," Freddie said in almost a whisper. "He beat my mother senseless. Then he got out his belt. He beat me really bad, so bad that I passed out. He kept beating me though." Freddie shifted in his seat. It was obvious he was very uncomfortable.

Sam's eyes hadn't left Freddie's face. She had no idea that the nub, who she always thought had had a perfect life, had gone through so much. She reached out and gently grabbed his hand , which was sitting on the center console.

"I woke up in the hospital. My mom was sitting in the chair next to me, crying. She told me that my dad was in jail, and he couldn't hurt me any more. She also promised never to let anything happen to me again. That's why she's so protective." He spoke low and slow, as if each word hurt on to say.

There was a few seconds of silence. Freddie broke it with a simple, "Well, now you know."

Okay, here's the second chapter. I'm going to write a third chapter, but I gotta know, do you people want Seddie relationship of just friendship? Tell me in your review or PM me please!

I know, my writing sucks.

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