SPOV

The banging continued to loudly ring in my ears. The screaming of my name continued to stab at my heart.

"Sam! Get out here, NOW!" My mother screamed. The sound was barley muffled by my closed door and dresser that was now sitting directly in front of it.

"Samantha! Let's go!" My mother's stupid, useless, no-good boyfriend yelled.

The tears streamed down my face. I had walked in on my mother and her boyfriend "getting it on" on the couch. My ignorant, drunken mother wanted me to join in their "fun." How sick is that! I refused and quickly made a dash for my room. I locked the door and barricaded it quickly. Now, here I was, crying my eyes out in a fetal position on my bedroom floor. And I was absolutely terrified they would get in.

In my panic-stricken haze, I grabbed my phone and dialed the first number that came into my flooded mind.

"Hello?" Freddie asked.

"I… I need help!" I tried being quiet but the words were so choked that I failed miserably.

"Sam? What's wrong? Where are you?" He asked worriedly.

"At home. Please Freddie, come get me!" I cried into the receiver.

"I am already on my way. Just hang in there. And breathe for me! I'm going to get you out, but you need to stay calm, okay?" He told me.

"Just come to my window. And don't hang up!" I continued sobbing.

"I won't. I am already in my truck. Now, what's going on!" I could tell he was starting to get really worried.

"It's my mom…" I whispered afraid of her hearing me.

"Are you hurt?" He asked angrily.

"NO! But… just get here quickly. Or, I could be." I told him honestly. Just then the loud, obnoxious banging started up.

"Sam! I swear if you don't get out here, we will kill you!" My mother threatened. My cries just got worse.

"Freddie, hurry!" I begged.

"Hold on, Sam. I'm just about there. Stay with me alright?" He told me sternly.

"Oh… okay." I replied.

"SAMANTHA PUCKETT!" They screamed in unison.

"Please, Freddie! Please!" I cried.

"Sam, I'm pulling up. Stay calm, Sweetheart. I'm almost there!" He promised me.

"I'm trying!" I said.

The door sounded like it was about to break, as the idiots continued trying to break it down.

FPOV

"I'm trying." She cried into the phone. I had never heard her cry so much in all my life.

I barely had the car stopped when I jumped out. As fast as I could, I sprinted across the yard. I got to the side of the house where Sam's window was. It could only be opened from the outside. I quickly grabbed a cinder block and moved it beneath her window. I got the lock open and quickly pulled myself inside. I was greeted with Sam's loud sobbing and even louder banging and screaming just behind her door.

"Sam!" I screamed into the dark room. Suddenly a light turned on and she was sitting right next to me, sobbing.

'Sam!" I rushed over to the bawling girl and pulled her too me. She grasped at my shirt and clung to me like a life preserver.

"Come on, Sam. We got to get out of here!" I told her as I stood up, pulling her with me.

"I need to get some stuff! I am never coming back here!" She told me through the rivers of tears.

I grabbed a duffel off the floor and together we started filling the bag with clothes, and other necessities. Just when we finally got the bag zipped, the top hinge of the door flew off. Sam screamed in terror, but I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to the window.

"Sammy, come on!" I said as I dropped her bag outside.

"I'll fall!" She screamed.

"I'll go first and I will catch you!" I promised.

I quickly lowered myself out of the window. As soon as my feet hit the cinder block, I turned to Sam.

"Come on! Get out of there!" I told her. I always knew Sam had a bit of fear of jumping, but this was only six feet. And I was right here to catch her. Quickly, though, she put her legs through, and turned her body. Slowly, but surely she began to lower herself down. One of my arms wrapped tightly around her torso, while the other reached up to the hand that still clutched the window. Once she was low enough, I grabbed her fingers, forcing her to completely let go, and fall against me. At the same time we heard the other hinge get knocked off. I sat Sam down on her feet and through her duffel over my shoulder. Then I grabbed her hand and ran just as her mom broke completely through the door.

"SAM! Get back here now!" We heard her scream. But, she was too late. I already was pushing Sam through the driver's side door of my truck. Before my door was even shut, I had the key turned and began speeding out of there.

As soon as we got about a mile away, I put my arm around Sam's shoulder and pulled her flush against me. Her sobs, which had begun to lessen, picked right back up. She buried her face in my neck and fisted my shirt in her small hands.

"Shh, Sam. You're safe! Just try to breathe deeply for me, okay? You will be fine. I swear!" I vowed to the poor girl.

"I was so scared!" She cried and clung to me tighter. Thank goodness it was dark. No police cars could see this illegal driving of mine.

"I know, Sam. I know. But you're out of there. And you are safe! That is what matters!" I told her softly. I turned my head, ever so slightly to keep my eyes on the road, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. I heard her sniffle, softly.

"I'm going to protect you, Sam. No matter what it takes." I promised her.

"I know. That's… that's why I called you. And not Carly…" She told me honestly. Even though we had broken up about three months ago, we had both been much better about sharing feelings with each other. I still loved her, so much. And, hopefully, her feelings were still there.

"Now, are you going to tell me what really happened?" I asked her. I was actually driving the speed limit now. I wasn't in any rush to get back to Bushwell.

"Can it wait? I kind of need to like… Breathe for a minute." She whispered into my neck, were her face was still buried.

"Whenever you're ready. But for now, how about we run through a drive-thru?" I asked with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan, nub." Hold habits do die hard I guess.

"Inside-Out Burger alright?" I asked.

"Sounds great." She replied. I could feel a small smile form against my neck. Not a big, happy one. But, this small one would suffice for now.

I was just glad to have her safe and sound in my arms, in my truck, with me. I couldn't ever live without her. She was my life. And, even though we were much better about talking our feelings, we still held back some. Even though I knew she knew she could trust me whole-heartedly. But, tomorrow, I would make her tell me what really happened.

No matter what it takes.

Well… there you have it! Chapter 1! I hope you really enjoyed it. I am not sure how long this story is going to be but, as of now, I can say AT LEAST ten chapters. Probably more With LOTS of Seddie fluff. I will try and update regularly, but with playing varsity basketball, and school, and everyday life, I may be a little slow. BUT NOT TOO SLOW! I feel really excited about this story and will update as much as possible. Let me know what you think! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! They make me happy! Also…. Whose POV do you like better? Sam or Freddie? Let me know!