Hi there potential reader c:
This idea came to me while I was in ther shower (Thinking time, ya know?) and I know it seems sad at first and it will be sorta sad the first few chapters, but this is sorta like a prologue, not really. I promise there will be a lot of Seddie and I hope to make the chapters longer,
I don't own iCarly, and this is the only time I'll say it!
Slam!
I shut the door to my car and headed to the front door of my shabby house. I smiled at it. It wasn't the best house out there but it was what I called home. I looked at the small front porch and the old swinging bench that hung from the cracked ceiling. I remember my dad, Melanie, my mom, and I would all sit there and my parents would talk about how they met and stuff.
I frowned. Why did my dad have to leave? He seemed so happy with us. He always favored me and my mom favored Melanie. Once he left, Mom used all the money to send Melanie to boarding school and I was left with her and her rotten boyfriends.
I fished the keys out of my backpack and slid them into the door until I heard a satisfying click.
"Mom, I'm home!" I called out an immediately made my way to the fridge to get something to snack on, anything really.
"Mom?" called out again, wondering if she was asleep.
I made my way to her room with a small slice of bread with peanut butter in hand, the only thing that I loved to eat besides ham.
"Mom, why the hell—" I walked into her room. I was stunned to see that the floor was clean, the bed was made, the dresser had nothing but family pictures and a few stray jewelry pieces, and the only thing odd was the empty wine bottle and a note on top of the bed. What, did she go to Vegas again or..?
But she never cleaned when she went there. Maybe she was trying to impress someone? I figured I'd read the note to find out.
I took a breath and opened it so I could begin reading.
Dear Samantha.
Don't scowl, that's a beautiful name. You don't know it but I picked your name and your father picked Melanie's. That's why I always yell yours, I like it more. Anyways, I know we went to that therapy thing to be closer to each other and I don't want you to think I'm leaving because I don't love you, but I needed to get away.
Well, the cat's out of the bag. I'm leaving, or technically, I've already left. Now, I don't know when I'll be back, or if I will, but I need you to know my reasons for leaving, okay, so bear with me.
I stared at the note, tears rimming my eyes. First my dad, then my mom.
"Stop it, Sam!" I told myself. "Puckett's don't cry."
Well, Sam, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your father…he's dead. Now, I know you don't hold good feelings for him for what he did, but I do know you still love him. And so do I. I was told that he died in another city, which is where I am now and I don't want you coming after me. I want to grieve in peace, or as much peace as you can have when you grieve. I left you money, $1,500 in the cookie jar, and I hope that can get you by. It was for us to take a vacation with Melanie this summer, your dad sent it to me, but I guess we won't be able to use it. I've called Melanie, and she's a wreck, so I would appreciate if you talked to her. I know you are the stronger of the two.
Now, while I'm gone, or now that I'm gone, I want you to stay with the Shay's, hell, even the Benson's if you want to, just stay safe. I don't want to know that you've been hurt, too.
I love you, and I'm sorry I wasn't a better mom.
Pam.
Two sets of tears spotted the paper, my mom's and my own. I couldn't really believe that I was alone now in a house full of memories. I would have to sell it and have to go live with Carly at least till I turned 18, which would be in 6 months. The money from the house would be Spencer's so he could take care of me or whatever and I'd save the money in the cookie jar for emergencies.
I quickly packed a bag of over night stuff and zipped it. I would be staying at Carly's house for the night and then would come back tomorrow once I settled everything. I threw in my mom's letter for Carly to read and walked down the stairs. I looked at my house for a second before closing the door behind and climbing into my car to get to Bushwell Plaza.
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