(THIS HAS BEEN ADOPTED FROM MY FORMER ACCOUNT! PLEASE DO NO REPORT THIS!) We all know that Freddie is there for Carly, no matter what. But what happens when she come to him with something that is out of his control? What does he do? What he always does...he comforts her. Enjoy! (Featured songs: Beautiful Mess by Miranda Cosgrove and Marisol by Emily Osment)
Title: You Can Come to Me
Summary: When she's broken and scared, he takes her in.
Rated T
She sat on a chair in the shower, sobbing heavily and shaking violently. Her arms were locked weakly around her as if she was keeping herself from shattering to pieces. The hot water poured and dripped down her face. And, even though it felt good, it couldn't help get rid of the icy waves that kept rolling in her stomach.
Why was it me? she kept thinking.
She could remember every last detail as if it was still happening. And in her mind it was...
(Flashback)
His lips were against hers when her watch beeped. She pulled away and looked at it.
"Oh, it's 10 o'clock." she said as she grabbed her purse. "I'm late."
Her boyfriend, Zase, stood up with her. "Do you really have to go?"
"Yeah, sorry." she said and kissed his cheek. "But I'll see you tomorrow."
"Aw, come on." Zase said, grabbing her wrist. "You could stay a little longer."
"No, I have to go. Spencer's gonna worry."
His grip on her tightened and the circulation in her arm started to slow.
"Quit the goody-two shoes act, babe." Zase said.
"What act?" she gasped, not knowing what was going on. Her arm was starting to ache from the lack of blood flow.
"We're completely alone." Zase said, pulling her closer to him. "No one's here."
Something in her mind clicked and her eyes widened in shock. She knew what he meant, she knew what he wanted. And she also knew she could do nothing about it.
No, no, no...! she screamed in her mind.
"Let's go to my room." Zase said.
She struggled to escape his grasp as he led her up the stairs to his room and locked to door behind them.
(End Flashback)
More tears slipped from her eyes as the rest replayed in her mind like a song on automatic reset. When she had made it home, Spencer was splayed on the couch with a half-eaten spaghetti taco in his lap. He had fallen asleep watching Girly Cow on DVD. Instead of waking him up, she went straight to the shower. And that was two hours ago.
The water turned cold and she shut it off. She watched the last of it swirl down the drain and wished that she could go with it. Just to escape.
She got out the shower, thinking it would be best to leave the chair in case she came back. She dressed in her pajamas slowly, keeping an eye on her surroundings as if Zase would appear out of nowhere.
She needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen to her...
He was sleeping soundly, wrapped in his Galaxy Wars blanket, when a loud knock at his door startled him awake. He sat up quickly and listened. The knock came again. He looked as his clock, which read 12:46 am.
"Who's here this early?" he muttered as he went to answer the door.
He opened it and suddenly felt wide awake. That someone was a girl with scraggly brunette hair, familiar, but dull, brown iris', a tear streaked pain-stricken face with fresh tears leaving new trails on her chin, and arms locked weakly around herself.
"Carly?" he said, shocked by her appearance. "What's wrong, what happened?"
"Oh, Freddie..." Carly said, falling into his arms.
"Hey, hey, shhh..." Freddie said soothingly. "You're safe now. Come on."
He closed and locked the door, taking a mental note of the small wince Carly had done. He brought her to his room and they sat on the bed.
Carly was trying to quiet her sobs and Freddie waited patiently.
Whoever did this to her... he thought, unable to finish.
He figured it must've been pretty bad if Carly came to him in the middle of the night crying.
Carly buried her face in his neck as her cries slowed and her shaking stopped.
"Carls?" Freddie said.
"Y-yeah?" Carly murmured.
"Are you ready to talk?"
Carly's head shook weakly as she yawned.
"You have to tell me." Freddie emphasized the word 'have' to let Carly know he was serious. "You wouldn't of came if you didn't want to talk."
He was right, Carly realized. But now, rethinking her choice, she also realized that reliving the past in words would kill her worse than it already was just thinking about it.
"Tell me who did it." Freddie said.
Carly took a deep breath as if it would be her last and let it out in a long sigh.
"Zase." she said, hoping one word would sum it up. But, knowing Freddie, he'd want more than a name.
"Zase?" Freddie asked. "What'd he do?"
Carly felt tears well up inside her again. "It's a long story." she said, fighting the urge to cry.
Freddie noticed the slight strain in her voice.
"Carly, I'm gonna go crazy if you don't tell me." Freddie said, trying to ease the tension.
And I'm gonna die if I do tell you... Carly thought.
Suddenly, she yawned again and her eyes closed.
"Ok, you need to sleep first." Freddie said. "I can tell you've had a long day."
He laid Carly back on his bed when her eyes snapped opened and she sat back up.
"No, no laying down." she said, shaking again and holding his arm tightly. She looked in Freddie's eyes and he could see fear flood behind hers.
What the chiz did Zase do? he thought.
"Ok, I got you. Just go to sleep." he said.
Carly nodded and laid her head on Freddie's shoulder. It wasn't long until her breathing became slow and deep.
Freddie watched her as she slept. He couldn't get the image of Carly's arrival out of his head. It felt as if ice shards had invaded his body, cutting deeper and deeper into him.