Fronnie, Deep Secrets

Chapter three: to recover

Freddy's pov:
It's the last day of the week and I'm not sure what's going on with me. When I'm not performing I'm laying in bed miserably, and I'm super paranoid. Maybe the liquor is making me sick. I've been drinking pretty much nonstop for almost 2 years now and it's took a toll on me. i dont even know why i drink like i do, i just cant bear living sober. I can't stop. the withdrawals are deadly and no one here will care enough to bring me to the hospital. I'm on my own. Literally all I can do is stick with what I know, drinking and trying to make the best of what I have.

Bonnie's pov:
It's been a couple days and I think I'm ready to carry through with my plan. Tomorrow morning I will start. Foxy finally got his voice box replaced so he has been able to speak out loud now. it's a little strange to hear him talk but he's decent, he mostly talks to Chica though. It was the end of the day and I was bored so I decided to go sit outside and look at the stars. I was surprised to see Freddy sitting out back, he looked dazed and he was staring off so I decided to leave him alone. I laid in the grass some distance away from him and looked up at the sky, we are not too deep in the city so the stars are visible on the rare clear nights. Something about stars were so beautiful to me, sparkling fireballs burning millions of miles away, they make a great display. I laid back in the grass and took in the view. This is lovely. After hours went by I found myself nodding off so I decided to get up and go to bed.

Freddy's pov:
I woke up in the morning feeling stiff and sweaty. I can't completely recall last night, I walked to my bathroom and turned on the shower wanting to relax. Once the water heated up I sat down in the tub and sighed. The long shower didn't really help much cause I felt just as bad as before, I toweled myself dry and changed into a clean pair of clothes. After I finished up I stepped out to find Bonnie sitting on my bed. "What the hell are you doing in my room." He looked me in my eyes and said, "Freddy I'm worried about you, you drink, and you sulk around all the time and it's concerning." I looked at him suspiciously,"what are you trying to fucking say!?" I glared at him. "I took all of your booze in the pizzaria and threw it out." He said straight to my face. "YOU DID WHAT!!" I opened my mini fridge to find nothing but water in it. YOU LITTLE SHIT!! I glared at him,"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!" I said, cornering him up against the wall. his eyes started to grow concerned. Suddenly I lunged for him and he jumped back, "I just wanted to help you." I backed off and sat on my bed, I knew it was pointless to hurt him. "You can't do that, I'll just buy more." I said, still very angry. "No you won't." He said, looking me in my eyes. "And are you going to stop me?" I stood up again, ready to swing. He met my gaze, "I will do whatever I have to do to help you, even if you don't like it." I sat back down, is he for real, who the hell is he- and how does someone I don't know care so much about my well being. "I don't know if I have the strength to stop." I said looking down."I think you do, and I promise if you let me, I will help you every step of the way." He sat down on my bed. i started to grow uncomfortable, "I need to be alone." I opened my door and shoved him out. After that I sat down in bed completely puzzled. I felt angry but also... happy, or relieved?

Bonnie's pov:
I'm happy with how my plan started, Freddy seemed to almost lose it but thankfully he gave in. I meant every bit of it. I will push him to better himself, hopefully as a friend. Freddy needed a friend. I noticed Chica was down the hall with a dumbfounded look. "How did you do that?" She asked in awe. "I just wanted to help him so I did what I felt would work." I said, looking at his door. "No I mean, how did you do that? Your the only person who has been able to do that with Freddy." She said, puzzled.
Bonnie didn't know now but he had something in common with Freddy, something deep inside him that made him different than the others.