I would kill for you

Chapter 9: The rise of Freddie

Alright! They are finally back together. Today is going to be fun! Fun god damn it! The song for this scene is bounce by Logic. Let's-a-go!

Point of view: Freddie

Location: House of Demons

Characters in this scene:

Freddie

Sam

Carly

Spencer

Sweeney

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I was living my dream. After years of being trapped inside of a box with a glass ceiling, I shattered it and I was finally free! A month has passed since Nevel was incarcerated and I was released and life could not be much better. Sam had moved into my apartment in the house of demons, Charlie had contacted Marissa as well as child protective services and she no longer had custody of me due to obvious symptoms of Münchausen syndrome, and I was taking school at my speed online. I would typically finish all of my classes in the first hour of the day and I would be free for the rest of my day. I thought I would need to get a job but Charlie was letting me and Sam stay rent free! What a guy! I chose to return the clothes he had given me and went back to my old look. I'm glad he wasn't offended by my rejection of his offer. I felt less strain on myself to maintain the whole "bad boy" image. I'm trying to live my life but... am I doing it right? I should feel good now that I'm back to my old self, but something just isn't quite right....

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Sam and I had arrived home from the groovy smoothie, Spencer and Carly behind us, they had moved out of the Bushwell building and were living in the house of demons now. Charlie was at the moment working in his office on some deal with an unpleasant client. Spencer and Carly went off to work on dinner while Sam and I sat down on the couch. She reclined against me while I put one arm around her shoulders lazily twirled my index finger in her blond curls. She looked up at me and smiled. I grinned in response and leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped me by putting a hand up.

"You aren't happy Freddie, are you?" I was confused

"Angel, What do you mean?" I asked. She sat up so that we were at eye level and I put a hand on her face, just to let her know that I was really listening. She took my hand and lowered it.

"I mean, you're happy but... something is wrong. What is it?" She implored. "You can tell me, I'm here for you."

I looked away and into the fireplace in my living room. It took a minute of serious thinking, but I finally had an answer.

"I... I'm still not satisfied with the person I am. I thought that after I returned the bad boy clothes then I would feel less pressure but" I paused and slowly turned my head back to look over at Sam. "I still feel... wrong."

"That's because you went from being one different person back to something that you don't want to be." She leaned back into me and we were in the same place we were before. "You're still trying to be Mr. Fredward Benson. I want to see the real Freddie, Not the guy your mom wanted. Ask yourself, who do you want to be?"

She whispered the last part to me. She looked back up at me before we finally kissed. It was long and passionate, and served as a silent promise of change to her, I would change for both of our sakes. It was at that time we heard a gunshot and we saw Charlie walk out of his office, his previously clean dress shirt was now horribly blood stained. Obviously this new client had tried to pull something and Charlie didn't care for it. Murder was a rare occurrence for him, but I had learned to deal with the occasional homicide. If I didn't learn to handle the odd death,  I could not have stayed here.