I am A.C and i don't own Icarly,

It used to be the same routine, new boyfriend every week or so, and Sam would be here to hold her mother's head as she cried.

But one day it changed, her mother had found a man who didn't leave her after a week or two weeks or longer.

Sam moved into Cary's house in their spare room, her mother didn't need someone to comfort her anymore, so why would she need to live there.

She would get a text every couple of days maybe even a photo of her mother and her boyfriend, it made Sam smile to know that someone was looking after her mother.

But one day the texts stopped, her friends told her it was nothing, but Sam knew something was up, so she decided to pay her mother a visit.

She smashed the little window in the front door so she could fit her hand through. She ignored the blood and opens the door.

She heard faint sobbing upstairs. There was blood on the floor and smashed bottles everywhere and tears shattered on the windows.

Slowly she made her way upstairs only to find a crumpled mess on the floor clutching a bucket. A torn dress, bloody stains on the torn dress, and the smell of alcohol on the stained bloody torn dress.

Her mother cocked her head up an inch to see her daughters face "What, are you doing here?" She asked if almost it was a plea for help
"Mom what happened?" She asked wanting the truth

"Danny" She began recurring to her boyfriend "He attacked me, he wanted money but you know i have no money" Tears welled up in her eyes "He shouted and i refused but her threw me against the wall, I begged him to stop but he hit me harder, he smashed bottle and they cut me" She begged the tears not to fall as her daughter hugged her for the first time in months, though tears never seem to listen.

She wiped her mother's face with a wet cloth and helped her get changed into some more suitable clothes, clothes that don't smell of alcohol or have blood stains or are ripped.

She made some toast and searched the house for anything that Danny hadn't taken, the TV, stereo, phones everything that was worth money was gone, so was all the credit cards and any scap of money too.

She held her mother's hair, which had grown longer, as she watched her, pale faced over a bucket. Begging that she wasn't coughing up blood, but for her anything was happening the way she wanted.

She checked the time noticing it was 11:57 PM and she had various voicemails and texts asked her where she was, she ignored the all as she wrapped a blanket around her mother who was asleep on the sofa.

She stayed the night and tried to ignore the sound of vomiting that came from her mother as she held back her hair, which had become longer.

She heated some soup for her mother and herself but ending up eating three portions since Sam always has double the amount she needs.

"You should get going now" Her mother said not wanting more help from her daughter, Puckets were stronger, they didn't need anyone to look after them

"But you have no money, and there's nothing in the fridge" She replied, ignoring again the various text's and voicemails as her phone vibrated in her pocket for what seemed to be the one millionth time

"I'll be fine, my pay check arrives tomorrow" She lied, she didn't even know what day it was and thus she didn't had a job anymore

"Okay" Her daughter gave in, she didn't want to leave but she knew that her mother would survive, she always did "But, take this" She said reaching into her pocket and removing a five dollar bill "It's all I have, I guess I buy too many fat cakes"

She left stepping over the various bits of glass that she had tried to sweep up.

As she shut the door, her mother sobbed silently to herself, as for the first time in her life someone had given her money to live on.

Just an idea I've had in my head

If you have any questions im happy to help