A/N So I'm back from my MIA! :D YAY! this is my first time trying to write iCarly so sorry if they seem OOC.

Disclaimer: Sorry I don't own iCarly, 3oh!3, or Girly Cow :/

Her body hit the wall like a rag doll. She refused to give in to his needs, refused to show how badly he would break her. Pale arms covered her bruised face as she tried to cover her defenseless body against his kicks. Long blonde curls everywhere as she bit her bottom lip with every kick until she could taste blood. 'Please,' she prayed, 'let him be done.' He kept screaming over and over, "YOU'RE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOU FUCKING FAILURE! WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE AMANDA AND MELANIE, YOU FUCKING SLUT?"

Amanda was only a year and a half older than her and Melanie, but she was the perfect child; a prodigy. Then along came the twins, Melanie followed in the footsteps of Amanda while Sam was always a bit of a troublemaker. As the girls got older, Amanda got accepted in a private school for the top students of Seattle. The following year, Melanie also got accepted; which left Sam alone and hated among her parents. Everything changed after Melanie left. Her father never smiled, her mother was always out and coming home at different times of the night. She tried to make them happy, stopped sleeping in class and paying more attention. She promised them she would bring home better grades. Everything was going great, until kids on the playground started teasing her, calling her mother a whore, father a drunk, and herself dirty, and smelly. It wasn't her fault; they were only getting by her father's low income of a trash collector. She didn't have many clothes, barely got enough to eat at home, and showered in her neighbor's pool when they weren't home. Her plan was working so good until a kid at recess picked a fight with her. Calling her names and her family worthless, pushing, and shoving her small body to the ground. Finally, she gave in to his temptations and left him bruised and broken. Her father never heard the end of it. When she got home, he slapped her across the face, hard, and sent her flying against the wall. Tears leaked from her blue eyes, as he yelled at her for being weak.

She opened her eyes and looked up from her fetal position on the floor; pushed her bloody hair back to get a better view. He had collapsed on the couch, beer bottle in his hand. She silently got up, grabbed her backpack, and exited the front door. She ran as fast and as far as her legs could carry her. She didn't want to show up to Carly's looking like this. Freddork would most defiantly be there, and the questions would arise. She wasn't ready for this, not again anyway. She stopped, realizing where she was. How did she make it across town without realizing it? Carly's building was on the other side of the street; she had made it to the park they used to play in when they were younger. Somewhere along her run, it had started to rain. She was soaked to the bone. Grudgingly, she trudged across the street, past Lewbert's whines of his clean floor and up the long stairs.

But at the end, she didn't know which door to knock. Left or right? She pulled her phone out of her heavy jeans to call Carly when she heard her name being called behind her.

"Sam?" She turned so fast, her hair whipped around her face. She scrunched her nose as she saw who it was.

"What do you want dork?" she scowled, crossing her arms over her black and pink polka-dotted tee. She felt a breeze hit her bare arms as an uncontrolled shiver consumed her thin body.

He took a step closer to her face, cupping her cheek and lifting her chin upwards to his eye level. She was frozen, he never held her so close since their kiss on the fire escape 3 years ago. "Sam, what happened to you?"

That single sentence broke her faze. She quickly ripped her bruised face away from his hands. Piercing blue eyes locked with his chocolate brown ones. She growled, "What's it to ya?"

She made the move to turn and walk away from him, but he locked his hands around her arms. She seethed in pain as he held on to her bruised arms. He loosened his grip at the sound of her pain. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. Her face softened at the sound of his voice. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes, waiting to spill out. She violently shut her eyes to stop to tears in their tracks. "Sam…" he said slowly, "talk to me."

She scoffed. "Why? So you can call me weak? Dirty? A piece of shit? Well I've got news for you Fredward, I'm not Carly. I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl now," she said through gritted teeth. His expression never changed. He kept his solemn eyes locked with hers.

"Sam," he began, "who ever told you that were probably weak, dirty, and a piece of shit. I know you Puckett, and you are neither of those. And I am quite aware that you can take care of yourself. You are Samantha Puckett after all." He chuckled at the end.

She smirked at his words, "You're damn right I am!"

"So then, what's the problem? Why won't you tell me what happened to you? Or who did this?" he held up her bloodstained locks in her face.

She couldn't look at him. "I…..can't Freddie….I just…can't. I've held it for so long….you….I….no." she fought for the right words, expression, anything that she could without actually telling him. The tears threatened again in her eyes. Those blue eyes that held a glassy look every time she attained a new bruise, cut, or break.

He pulled her soaked frame into a slight hug as she relaxed her body and molded into his taller frame. The tears never touched his dry shirt. "Come inside, I'll give you something warm until Carly comes home from her National Honors Society meeting." Her mind said no but the shiver her body made told him yes. He turned to unlock the door and pulled away from her, when she tugged on his jacket to stay warm. He chuckled under his breath when they met the warmth of his apartment. They quickly made it to Freddie's room, surprisingly quiet. He pulled a gray t-shirt and some sweat pants from a few drawers and threw them at her. "Here, shower and put these on, I'll be outside making some hot tea."

Sam nodded in response. Freddie was shocked that by the time he had finished Sam had only said a few words to him since the hall. He was starting to get worried about her mental health. They sat on the couch, watching Girly Cow when a phone rang.

"I said no more teachers and no more books,
I got a kiss under the bleachers,
Hoping that nobody looked.
Lips like licorice,
Tongue like candy,
Excuse me miss but can I get your panties?"

A severe blush spread like wildfire across Freddie's cheeks when he heard the familiar ring tone. Sam looked at him, bewildered, but started to chuckle as he frantically searched for his phone to stop the ring tone. "Wow Fredwina, I didn't think you had it in you."

He glared at her from across the room, "just help me find my cell phone, Sam."

"Whatever helps you get by the day." She rose from the couch, slipping off the blanket she had stolen from Freddie's room. As she lifted the couch cushion, the song ended. The door rattled on its hinges. Sam jumped. She began to slowly creep towards the back of the living room, leading off to Freddie's room, as he opened the door.

"Freddie! Is Sam here? Is she alright?" Carly stumbled through the door. She spotted blond curls behind the couch. Carly ran towards and embraced her in an air tight hug. Sam stiffened but relaxed when she realized it was Carly, and tightened the hug. "Sam, I just got a call from your mom. She wants to know where you went," Carly said, pulling away. Baby blues went straight down to the mauve carpet. Pulling away from Carly's grasp, she sat back on the couch. "Sam, what happened?" Carly said, sitting next to Sam. Sam had pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

"I found her like that," a deep voice behind Carly said. It was the first time they had acknowledged Freddie since Carly had come in.

"What do you mean, Freddie?" Carly said, looking from Sam to Freddie, and back to Sam. "Sam, what's going on?"

Sam finally looked directly at Carly, trying in vain to avoid Freddie's curious glance. "He's…..He's back, Carly." Her blank blue eyes began to tear as Sam looked away from her best friends. She hated them to see her like this, so weak, so vulnerable. Freddie had never seen tears at the verge of falling on the petit blond. Carly stood up with vacant eyes. She looked over at the sniffing blond and grabbed her arm, tugging her to get up. "Sam, we're leaving, come on." She said in a strong voice.

"WH-what? Carly, you know what he can do. I can't put you through that! Not again…" Sam said that last part as quietly as she could. Freddie looked between the two girls, trying to put the missing pieces together.

"Sam…Carly…what's going on?" he said slowly.

Sam jumped up from her position on the couch, glaring at Freddie. "It's none of your business, Freddo."

"It is defiantly my business when one of my best friends shows up at me door, soaked to the bone, and blood all over her clothes!" He said, anger bubbling up inside.

Sam scoffed, "You don't know anything, so just shut up ok? Things aren't that easy that you can just give me some clean clothes and let me clean up ok?" Sam said, crossing her arm as she held an angry smirk on her lips.

With a roll of his eyes, he continued to vent, "Maybe it could be, if you just tell me what's going on!"

"Sam…he has the right to know. We kind of dragged him into this." Carly said, dropping her hand softly on Sam's shoulder.

Sam's tense shoulders relaxed. With an audible sigh she responded, "Fine…"

Freddie smile, "Thanks."

"Well you know how my mother is always single. That's because-"

"SAMANTHA PUCKET YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE BEFORE I DRAG YOUR FILTHY BODY OUT HERE MYSELF!"

"Carly, you can't let him in. No matter what, please don't let him in."

Sorry it might be short. I'll try to get a chapter up each week depending on my schedule. Hope you liked it though, I'm trying to get back into my writing. I forgot how much I fully enjoyed getting lost in my own little world.