iDidn't Know
Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of tragedy is always hard. Seddie.
Pairings: Sam x Freddie
Rating: M, to be safe. I want to explore some dark stuff.
Disclaimer: I own not.
Author's Note: It's been forever since I sat down and wrote something. Sorry if it's not up to par, I've got it get back into the flow of things. I know, it's short, sorry. I'll update soon though.
On some level, Sam had always expected it to happen.
She wasn't oblivious.
She knew one day she would eventually wonder home from Carly's house, late in the evening, and find the scene played out in front of her.
Of course, she had never expected it to happen so soon. But, in hindsight, Sam could see all the warnings there. She had just chose not to act on them.
She knew her mother was unhappy. Who wouldn't be in her situation? Pregnant at sixteen, kicked out of her home, Sam's mom had lived life rough. Sam's 'dad' split the scene when he found out, and her mother had never been the same since. Sam had always grown up believing it was natural for the daughter to take care of the mother. It wasn't until she was much older and saw how Freddie's mother was when she realized a difference in other kids' homes. And compared to Freddie's mom, Sam was grateful for hers.
Sam knew the alcohol had always played a part in her mother's depression. But she learned early on that taking it away from her was a lost cause.
Sam had sometimes speculated that it would be the liquor that would eventually do the dirty deed. She almost wished it had. At least that way, it would have taken a longer time.
But no, instead of passively allowing alcohol to take her life, Ms. Puckett had done it herself, leaving her seventeen year old daughter to discover the puddle of blood and the broken body when she came home from school.