Not My Life to Lead (A Freddie Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Part 10 - Who tf is Freddie Tomlinson anyway?

"Look who we have here, it's Freddie Tomlinson."

Muffles of laughter echoed through the alley as I tried to stay calm while a pair of tiny hands grasped my neck tightly, trying to stop my deep breaths.

"Shhhh," I commanded,"Keep it down!"

The cold hands grasped my neck tighter as I clutched my hands into fists ready to throw the first punch.

This time I wasn't going to lose. I closed my eyes and reassured myself, I could do this. I could escape these thugs and leave here without the paparazzi noticing.

My heart skipped a beat as I rotated to face a muscular thug with tattoos engraved all over his body, he was about my age, maybe older, and he stood next to his gang of friends. I jammed my fist into his chest, I half expected It would hurt him at first, when his tiny weak hands, like those of a little girl, were tight around my neck. But as I turned around I realized I had underestimated him, I had no chance.

My hand bounced back vivaciously. I shook it in attempt to maybe extinguish a bit of the pain, but it turns out it did the opposite. The pain was spreading like wildfire.

"Thought you could beat me?"

He furrowed his eyebrows when I didn't reply, I had to get out of there, I had no time for chit-chat.

My mind was on another planet when I glanced above me to see his tiny fist carry itself towards me. As a reflex I guarded my body with my arms in front of me, and prayed for someone to help.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

As I lifted myself up, and turned around, my eyes landed on the interruption of my impending death, whilst my mouth fell open in shock. The rain was swept off my hoodie by the piercing wind, and my mind emptied all the sanity I had left.

"Fred is that you?" A curious voice pondered.

I said nothing but ran to her, and embraced her in my arms. The familiar smell of roses entranced me and I hugged her tighter.

I pulled out of the hug and held her by her shoulders to get a good look at her face, just to make sure she was who I thought she was.

Her straight brown hair and pale skin may have made her look plain to some, but I thought it made her bright green eyes stand out. Overall she hadn't changed much.

I saw a smile flicker on her lips," I missed you Frederick."

"I thought I told you not to call me that!" I whine and punch her shoulder playfully.

"What are you doing here?" she changed the subject smoothly.

"Hiding from the paps," I replied hearing the paparazzi's voices echo above the voices of the confused thugs cursing behind me, "do you know these guys?"

"Yeah, what's going on?" The guy who had just attempted to crack my skull open grumbled in confusion.

"These are my friends, they may seem a little violent when you first meet them but soon enough you'll realize they're real softies," Emma snickered.

With a hint of annoyance on his face, the skull-cracker (as I call him) looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain how she knew me.

"She was my neighbor," I jumped in, breaking the overwhelming awkward silence,
"we used to see each other almost everyday," I added.

"Remember when we threw those water balloons on the paparazzi from your top floor, they never even figured out it was us!" Em reflected and tried to hold back her laughter.

"And when we put that fake love note in Skye's locker, she's still looking for the person that sent it," I nudged her and we both burst into laughter.

When the laughter died down and all you could hear was the rain tumbling onto the rooftops above us, I decided to ask a question that would maybe be on a more personal note, "Why are you here?"

She sighed and her gazed suddenly dropped to the ground, "I ran away from my foster parents.... I've been living on the street for years...''

I didn't know what to think, all this time I hadn't seen her. She was my closest friend, the only person that kept me from going insane.

''You'd been missing for so long I- I thought you were dead'' I mumbled, still in denial.

She looked at me with sad eyes, "I'm sorry... I didn't want to live with my foster parents. I didn't fit into their perfect family, this is the only place I fit in... on the streets.

''Where are you headed off to?" Em asked wiping away her fresh tears and pretending she was okay.

Emma always did that, guarded herself, built walls so she couldn't let anyone in. It made sense, her parents had given her up to a foster home when she was 5 years old because they couldn't take care of her.

She was a mistake...just like me.

"I was going to hire a car, since if I go in a taxi someone is bound to find out it's me," I reply stumbling on words as my thoughts ran wild.

She was back! My best friend was back! I couldn't believe it... Maybe I do have a reason to live after all.

"You aren't going to get anywhere, the storms getting worse, and the paparazzi have been patrolling the streets for weeks, just waiting for you."

"So what do you suggest I do?" I tilted my head, puzzled, but still staring into her beautiful green eyes.

"There's an abandoned building down the street, it's always open, we can stay there for the night until the paparazzi leave and then we'll make a plan to get you out of here," she suggested, her kind eyes reflecting the pale moon.

It was a bit risky staying with my old friend and some thugs I didn't even know, but there was nothing else I could do, no where else I could go. With Emma I felt like I fitted in, like I belonged, she understood how I was feeling and how it felt to feel worthless. She made me smile and I loved that about her.

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