Face Down
An iCarly Story
Chapter 1
Written by: SlntLullaby
Inspiration: Face Down by: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
"Hey girl, you know you drive me crazy. One look puts the rhythm in my hands. Still, I'll never understand why you hang around. I see what's going down."
Freddie watched Sam. He watched her stand up, then walk over to James, her boyfriend, then take his hand. He wished that he was James. He was in love with Sam. He had been for a long time. He just kept dragging on after Carly to cover up that he liked Sam. If Sam found out she'd kill him. Whenever Sam would look over in his direction, his heart would skip a beat. His palms would get sweaty and he would feel light-headed. All it took was that one look. Freddie still watched her as they walked out of the cafeteria. Everyone else was eating. No one watched her. No one but Freddie. He saw her shirt sleeve come up the slightest bit when they walked by him. Freddie saw the bruises. The bruises that covered her arms. He saw James' fingernails digging into Sam's wrist. He saw her hand stiffen in pain. He never understood why Sam always wore long sleeves and long pants all the time now, since she'd been dating James. Now, he realized why. It made him think.
"Hey, Carly, has Sam been wearing more makeup than usual?" Freddie asked Carly, who was talking to Valerie.
"Yeah, I guess she has… why?" Carly answered, looking confused.
"Oh, just wondering," Freddie said, looking towards the doors where he saw a flash of curly blonde hair disappearing. The door slammed shut, unnaturally, and the same curly blonde hair as before was suddenly smashed against the window in the door. Then, it sank lower and lower, out of view.
'Oh God… Sam,' Freddie thought. James walked in through the doors. Freddie got up and stopped him.
"Where's Sam?" Freddie asked harshly.
"Um, at her locker I think. Jeez dude, you don't need to have an attitude," James said, looking at him weirdly.
"Is she? Or is she writhing on the floor in pain?" Freddie hissed into James' ear. James narrowed his eyes.
"What makes you say that Benson? What the hell did she tell you?" James said nastily and so only Freddie could hear him. Just then, Sam walked in through the doors and over to them.
"Hey babe," James said, kissing her cheek. Freddie saw Sam's face cringe, ever so slightly. Then, she smiled. Freddie could tell it was a fake smile. Even though Sam was the best at hiding things from people and lying, he could see right through all of it. Freddie was the only one who could, and she knew that. Even though she knew, she tried to make the smile look as real as possible and not like one she had just plastered on her face.
"Hey James, hey Freddork," she said. Freddie nodded slightly, and then walked toward the exit. As he passed Sam, he saw the tiniest bit of red in her hair.
'Damn you James. I see what's going on. I see right past your phony little act. You are not just going to hurt Sam and get away with it. This is gonna stop. Now,' Freddie thought and pushed open the doors angrily, letting them slam shut behind him. He didn't dare turn around and look at Sam. It would just break him down. Now, it was time to help Sam. He would help Sam and make James pay, if it was the last thing he did.