iCarly

iSavingCarly

Author's Note: My second iCarly story. I will be doing a lot of hurt/whump, sorry if you don't like it, but that's just me. Don't worry, none have you complained to me, but I'm just warning you in case you get sick of me

Summary:

A two shot, one in Spencer's Point of View, one in Carly's. Spencer comes home to visit Carly when she is six and his Dad but what's happened to Carly?

Spencer's P.O.V

I turned eighteen two months ago. In that time I have managed to move out of the family house to go to law school in Seattle (don't tell Dad but I dropped out after three days…it got kinda boring…), but anyway I decided to stay in Seattle to keep Dad thinking I was still in Law School. I live at the top of Bushwell Plaza in an apartment, paying extra for the roof and the third floor and I tell you it is so worth it!

So yeah, I moved out two months ago leaving my Dad and my little sister Carly behind. I remember that day, the tears she shed and how she hugged my legs pleading with me, asking me not to go. I remember simply patting her back and ruffling her dark hair telling her to cheer up, I'd see her again soon.

You would think that you would hear something from a missed one, especially if they missed you twice as much back, but no. I have not received any phone calls and no letters. I guess I can't hold it against her; after all she's only six. Then again, Dad should be encouraging her to do this. I missed that kid so much.

So when I pulled up to the family house in my blue five seated car, the first thing I noticed was the silver family car gone. Dad must have taken Carly out for the day, well that was good. I could surprise them. I turned the engine off, unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed the present I had got Carly from the art museum near Seattle. I couldn't wait to see her face when she opened the package. She always had a thing for collecting crystals. Getting out, I closed the door before heading up onto the porch, collecting my keys out of my pocket. I always held the spare key, just in case an occasion arose like this. I put the key in the lock and went to open it, to find it already open. That was odd. I opened the door quietly, walking inside.

"Hello?" I called through the house. There was a disturbing atmosphere, and it made me feel sick.

The house was quiet, too quiet. I checked the downstairs, placing the present down in the kitchen and instead picking up a rolling pin. I didn't like hurting people, but I'd give them a bruise if someone decided to jump out on me. There was no one downstairs, which wasn't odd. If someone wanted to hide, they would hide upstairs where their victims could only escape quickly via a window.

So silently I crept up the stairs, rolling pin poised to hit if needed. Luckily my converses were quite light on my feet so I could move silently. I paused on the landing. I heard something move…in Carly's room.

Someone was in Carly's room. My little sister's room. I was going to kill them, what were they doing in there?! Something rushed through my veins, making me angry. As I got to the open doorway of the six year old room, I was expecting to find a grown man stealing kids' toys, but no.

A pale, skinny and beaten girl sat huddled in the corner, her brown eyes wide with fright. I stared in horror, making her whimper, closing back into the corner of the room. I dropped the rolling pin, running over to her. She screamed, crying out for Mom. I stopped dead in my tracks. She had never called for Mom before.

"Carly, it's me, Spencer." I whispered, reaching out for her. I touched her hand but she flinched away from me. "Come on Kiddo, it's me." I smiled hopelessly at her, hoping she would see me. She peeked through her hands from her curled up position, pausing for several moments before her hands dropped.

"Spencie?" Her weak voice drifted like a soft haunting lullaby. I reached out to ruffle her hair softly.

"Yeah, it's me kiddo. Where's Dad, what happened?" I asked softly. I think I knew what happened but I wanted to be sure.

"Daddy hit me. Daddy left two weeks ago." She said faintly before promptly passing out. I cursed, picking her up and fleeing the house with her to take her to the nearest hospital.

I couldn't wait for the day she would tell me what exactly happened.