This is more of a filler chapter, I apologize for the shortness. I was more worried today about my car today (it's making jumbling feelings whenever it's idle, but no noises. Poor Heidi!), and my new glasses broke so I had to wear my old ones (that don't have my current prescription so they were giving me a headache). But at least my glasses are fixed so hopefully I can get more done! Thanks to everyone who commented and alerted this story :)

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"Freddie Benson! Where have you been?! It's past your bed time!"

"Sorry, Mom. I had to take Sam home from the dentist." Freddie's explanation was abnormally calm. He didn't even comment on how eight thirty was an unreasonable bed time for a boy his age. This didn't go unnoticed by his mom.

"Freddie? Is everything all right?"

His mind had been plagued by that blond-headed demon who was practically crying when he left her. Aside from thinking about her mother, Freddie wondered where her father went. She seemed to have absolutely no idea, so he obviously hadn't kept in any contact with her.

Without meaning to, Freddie flashed back to when he was about five or six years old. All the kids at school were talking about their dads and their jobs. When he got home that day, he asked his mom where his dad was. He'd never remembered having a dad at all. The only answer he'd gotten was a tear-filled "he left." Since then Freddie was too afraid to ask that question again. He didn't want to upset his mom anymore. But now, he felt like he had to know.

"Mom, what ever happened to my dad?"

Shock took over Ms. Benson's face for a moment before she gently placed a hand on her son's shoulder. She knew this day would come again sooner or later.

"Well, before you were born, your dad and I had a baby girl, Isabelle. A lot of parents we knew would complain about being woken up so early in the morning by their kids, but we couldn't wait to be woken up by her. But one morning, she didn't wake up.

It nearly destroyed both of us, but after grieving we decided to try and have another baby. I think maybe he was hoping for another girl to try and replace that gap Isabelle left. So when the doctor told us that you were a boy, he... he took his own life." Her voice was shaky but she held back the tears. It wasn't her son's fault that any of this happened, and she wasn't about to do anything to make him feel like it was.

Freddie couldn't help but wonder yet again how someone could decide how to feel about another person before they even know them. So just because he was a boy meant he didn't deserve any of his father's love?

But even though he was now resentful of his deceased father, he was thankful that he at least had the unconditional love of his mother. Sam wasn't as fortunate. Freddie then felt something for Sam he thought he'd never feel for the blond: pity. The only family she had who might show her any love at all was her sister (and even then he didn't actually know).

Maybe he could do something nice for Sam, something to show her that she's at least loved by her friends. But he wasn't entirely sure how to do that. And he was too tired to try and figure any of that out now, he needed sleep. He looked back up at his mother's very concerned eyes.

"Thanks for telling me the truth, Mom. I'm going to go to bed now."

Ms. Benson just nodded, still worried and unsure of how the truth was affecting him. But before he went into his room, Freddie gave her a tight hug.

"I love you, Mom."

A smile appeared on her face and shook away some of the worry. She still had no idea what had brought all of this on, but maybe, just this once she should let Freddie have his reasons and not bother him.

"I love you too, Freddie. Now go brush your teeth! Cavity free is the way to be!"

Freddie couldn't help but laugh a little at this before he walked into his room.