Freddy was up early the first day after the trial. He never stopped dreaming of The mother and the look of hate and disgust she had on her face when he was ordered free. If she'd brought her tissues for fake tears, she did well cause in the end she used them anyways. For real tears of defeat.
"Freddy?" Hannah had called. She was living in a small apartment like a normal adult. She had lost faith in Mary and the Catholic just like Freddy had. Why would a servant of the saints be so evil?
Freddy hurried downstairs scared of Hannah's reaction if he arrived late, she might hit him or not let him have breakfast. He thought.
"Ah, there you are." Hannah smiled at him.
"Morning sister." He greeted in a light tone.
"No, call me Hannah." She said as she placed his breakfast.
Freddy doesn
