This is a new story I chose to write. The prompt was given to me by Invader Johnny, and I have to admit I'm not sure I'm doing his idea justice thus far... But we'll see! It's definitely going to be a FreddiexCarly fic, so sorry this isn't my normal FreddiexSam. But don't worry, the rest of my fics have not been forgotten! I'm working on updating them as well, I just needed to get this out there!

Enjoy!

"Right On The Edge"

FanFic by: KeyLimePie14

I looked out the backseat window of the police car and sighed. How had this happened? To me, of all people? I squeezed my eyes shut tight as the car was shifted into drive by the buff, young police officer behind the steering wheel. I willed myself the strength to not look back; behind me were my two best friends and brother standing on the sidewalk outside the apartment building where I lived. I could only imagine the looks on their faces as I was pulled away from them by rubber and steel.

However bad I felt when thinking about them, the one face that stood out to me more than my friends' or Spencer's was my Mom's. I kept visualizing the one photograph we had of her; the one that Spencer had framed and hung in the hallway right outside the iCarly studio. The picture was black and white, a candid from my father's photo album. Dad used to be an amateur photographer and was always taking pictures of my mother and us kids. I loved that picture, but now her smiling face was burning a hole into my brain, wracking my body with guilt.

My mother was beautiful and Daddy had always told me I was going to be exactly like her, he could tell. Mom was the best example of raw beauty, pure and simple. But you didn't have to dig deeper to find she was a beautiful person on the inside as well. She was kind, gentle and always had such a sunny disposition. "She was the best woman a man could ever hope to love." My dad had always told me when he spoke of her, which wasn't often.

I dwelled on what my mother would think of me if she were around now. Would she be disappointed? Sad? Or would she try to be supportive? I didn't know, nor would I ever find out how she would have reacted to her only daughter going to juvenile hall... The most I could do at the moment was pray a little prayer to her, just to let her know I was thinking of her.

I bent my head and began to silently mouth my apologies to her as the wet, salty tears ran down my face and splashed onto the cold metal of the handcuffs clasped tightly around my wrists. I don't know how long I sat like that, or how close we had been to the downtown police station in the first place but it all happened too quickly after that.

A sharp knock was hit onto the glass of the window and the door was yanked open. The young deputy smiled apologetically to me and explained what would happen once we got inside. He took hold of my upper arm and helped me out of the car, still explaining as we walked toward the front doors of the main building. I nodded at the appropriate times, though I had stopped listening intently at the mention of 'holding cell' and 'processed'. Those terms were definitely not going to bring me any condolence.

We entered the building. It reeked of sweat and the smell of mildew. He led me down a long corridor and shoved open a large steel door at the end of it. On the other side it looked like any business office, with the added addition of thick black bars with defeated looking individuals behind them in the corner.

He apologized to me and led me over to the emptier of the two holding cells. He unlocked the door and pulled it back with a large creak. I only nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. I was really scared, but I didn't want to cry in front of all these people. I attempted a weak smile and assured him it was not his fault. He gave me one last quick smile and turned to leave, promising he'd be back soon to check in.

I turned around and briefly glanced at the cell's other occupants. There were only two teenage boys, both scruffy-faced and dressed in dark clothes and a young-looking girl whose eyes darted around nervously. I nodded, acknowledging their presence and found a spot for myself in the corner, farthest away from them all. I sunk down to the concrete floor and faced the grey cinder block wall, desperately trying to block out my surroundings without much luck.

"What is a sweet girl like you in here for?" I looked up, shocked at the sound of someone's voice. The smaller of the two boys had made his way across the cell to my little spot on the cold ground. He attempted a small smile and he made me feel slightly comforted as he knelt down on his haunches so he was eye level with me.

I didn't answer him. Instead, I just sucked in my lower lip and tentatively shook my head at him. I was ashamed enough to think what got me here, let alone tell some stranger. Especially one who would probably condone such behaviors, considering he was in here for a reason of his own.

"You're not gonna tell me?" He crouched closer to me, his hot breath hitting the side of my face. I kept my gaze focused on the red line that circled my wrist, indicating where the thick metal cuffs had been. I was determined to ignore this delinquent. You'll only be here until the police officer gets back. That's what I kept telling myself, but the one question I tried not to let myself think was, and where would I go from here? I shuddered inwardly. It would only get worse. I was sure of it. I had seen enough television shows to know that jail was not a place you wanted to be. And even though I was a minor, juvie was the same thing as a full-fledged jail, right?

"She not talkin'?" The slightly larger boy called out from the conflicting side of the room, where he was leaning against the cold cinderblocks, his arms crossed over his chest and a small smirk playing at his lips. The boy beside me shook his head. "Why not, sweets? You don't have anything to be scared of." The larger boy cooed at me, humor tainting his voice.

I held back the threatening urge to cry. I didn't want them to touch me. A strong feeling in my gut told me to fear them. To yell for the kind officer who unknowingly just locked me in a cage with two of the scariest guys I'd ever met. A desperate part of me even suggested scooting up close to the neurotic girl that sat in the corner, curled in on herself, her eyes paranoid and wildly moving.

I opened my mouth prepared to let out a scream when the boy crouched beside me reached out and grabbed my upper arm, but I was cut off by the deep voice of a man. "Hey, what are you doing to that girl? You leave her alone now." I glanced up to see the young officer again. I jumped up and swiftly walked over to where he stood, knowing he would protect me. After all, it was his job. And now it seemed like he was the only one concerned with my well-being.

"You ready, darlin'?" That pity-filled gaze was back in his eyes and the realization of the moment washed over me once again. Why I was here… Where I was going… I simply nodded again.

"Yessir." I looked down; the shiny glint of the metal caught my eye. "Do you have to put the handcuffs back on?" I questioned timidly, hoping that he would say no. My wrists were still aching from the last time. He smiled that stupid sympathetic smile again.

"I'm 'fraid so." My eyes dulled and I held my hands out in front of me, allowing my hands to dangle loosely. "But it won't be for long." He promised, clicking the cinches until it locked into place. I grunted as they began chaffing the sensitive skin on the underside of my wrist again. "It's policy." He added as an afterthought in an attempt to comfort me.

I didn't say anything the whole ride to our destination—of which I still wasn't positive of. The deafening silence rang through my ears, blocking out the sound of the cars zooming by us on the expressway. I was too deep in my own thoughts to even notice. I saw things, but I didn't really see them. It was all just a blur.

I was numb. I didn't know what to feel; nervous? Scared? Angry? Guilty? Was it okay to cry? Okay to want my mommy? …Even though she'd never be able to help me now.

I wasn't so sure anybody could help me.

The car pulled into the parking lot of a large, square grey building and pulled up beside a garage. It lurched to a stop and I realized this was it. This was where I was going to live for who-knew-however-long. The officer had never told me my sentence. Something in my gut told me I probably wouldn't want to know either… So I didn't ask.

I didn't say a word as he helped me out of the car for the last time and led me to a side door. He easily pulled it open and we stepped inside. I stood there for a moment, as I had to let my eyes adjust to the dimness of the room.

"This is the end of the road." He stated, reaching over and pulling open another wooden door. "Ladies first." He gestured through the doorway. I nodded and walked through, my head down.

The other side of the door was brightly lit. The only furnishings were a large desk with a chair behind it in the corner. Another metal chair sat in front of the desk and the set-up strangely reminded me of the principal's office at Ridgeway High… Which led me to think of Sam. I sighed again, I really wanted to see her right now. She'd know how to handle this type of situation… She could stay strong even in the toughest of things. She'd be able to help me through this. …Because right now I wasn't doing so well on my own.

"Sit down; the guard will be in, in a moment." I looked up at the man.

"G-guard? For what?" I asked. I wasn't used to being treated like a hard-core criminal. "Is she gonna like taze me or something?" The officer chuckled and gently shook his head.

"No, she's just going to issue you you're clothing and go over the regulations with you…Nothing to worry about." I let out a deep breath. I don't know what I would have done had I been put through anything else today.

I opened my mouth to tell him my relief when the wooden door I had entered moments ago creaked open revealing a tall red-headed woman. The woman stood at least two inches above the man who had brought me here and she was quite muscular, her biceps showing through her uniform. She definitely held the aura of a prison guard as well; confident and sure; she intimidated me a little as she strode across the room.

"Carly Shay?" Her voice was smooth and light. Nothing like what I had fathomed in my mind. She attempted a small smile which made me feel slightly less antsy. Only slightly. I gulped and nodded feebly.

"Yes." I replied, my eyes glued to her as she went behind the desk and sat down behind it. She set the bundle of orange clothing she had previously held in her arm down on the desktop.

"Okay," She began. Her eyes scanned me up and down before she chuckled slightly, "Calm down honey. You'll be okay." Her voice soothed. I really wanted to comply to her and believe what she said, but I just couldn't. She wasn't in my position. She wasn't the criminal, she was just paid to take care of them. There was a major difference.

"I'll try." I answered nonetheless, attempting kindness towards this woman that I'd barely met but already loathed due to her calmness of the situation.

"Good." She nodded, "First off I want to explain the rules and regulations of this institution…." She began her lecture, her melodic voice seemingly beginning to drone on and on as the sound hit my ears but bounced off, no information being contained within. I nodded at what I thought were appropriate parts to nod and eventually she stopped talking nodding her head in approval. She smiled slightly again and pushed the small bundle of clothing across the desk at me. "Here are your clothes. It is state regulation that you wash these once a week, at least. More if you wish. You may shower once daily for ten minutes maximum. Meals will be served in the main dining hall, which I will show you later, twice daily. No other food shall be issued. You are allowed one phone call, and visiting hours are from four to six P.M. Do you have anything you'd like to ask me?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "When can I leave?"

How was that for a prologue? Chapter one should be out soon... Just as soon as I get it proofread and whatnot. Until then...

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