Freddie's Escape

A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST! Everything you see below was on my other account that I lost access to "King Nate". This oneshot originally titled "Things you don't see, Sam" was one of the last Sam/Freddie things (and at risk of being one of the last things ever) for me to write. It was written in July 2009 before I found out my ex and her mom had BPD, before the abuse got worse. This was written in response to something that occurred then. I am moving the original oneshot to this account, but I am leaving everything as is. I am not touching , I…It makes me feel very sick looking back because it's that real to me. So much so that everything is exactly how my ex and her mom were. I need to put closure on this story, that is why the second part of this will be his exit. Bear with me…..please and thank you. Everything below this note is as it was in 2009.

"Things you don't see, Sam"

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

A/N: The reason I do this in story mode is because it is easier to speak through story means for this, so I figure that's exactly what I'll do.

-TO SAM FROM FREDDIE-

Freddie sat at his girlfriend's home, it was yet another date that seemed to go awry, but that wasn't surprising for him anymore. He loved Sam with all his heart, he loved her family too and had spent countless hours with them. So then, what was the problem? He sighed as he flipped on the television, it was nearly midnight. He rolled his eyes and groaned softly as Sam ran through the living room. Her face was anguished and despaired, but also she was acting like she was on a job. He smirked to himself and stared at the television in silence as Sam pulled out a bottle of pills and ran back to the bedroom, Same old routine. "Shit," Freddie muttered as he flipped to the next channel. He stared at the ring on his finger and smiled to himself, he and Sam were going to get married after dating for quite some time, but there were still things he had to wonder about.

"Freddie!" Sam called out, her head peeking into the room. Freddie's eyebrows rose in interest as he turned to gaze at his beautiful girlfriend, perhaps she was finally done with all she had to do and now he could finally spend some time with her.

"What is it, Sam?" He studied her face and frowned, it didn't seem like she was done doing everything she needed to do.

"Can you toss me the Tylenol sitting on that table next to you?" Freddie's eyes drifted over to the table and graced over the medicine. He shrugged and quickly swept it up in his hands, then tossed it over to Sam, who quickly grabbed it and ran off once more.

"This isn't surprising." Freddie laid back against the couch and closed his eyes, he was growing severely tired. He moaned as he heard Sam shuffling around in another kitchen like a maid trying to get everything. He had tried to talk to her several times about all this, as had some of her friends, but she never wanted to listen, to hear the truth. "Enough is enough, I am going to have to talk to her, whether she wants to hear this or not. This can not keep happening." Freddie's eyes shot open as he felt a sharp bump at his feet. He quickly sat up and saw Sam sitting at the edge of his feet, she looked extremely tired, once again not surprising to him. "All done, or is there some more stuff you have to do?"

"I'm all finished." Not a single smile, that was happening more often now than before, but again it wasn't surprising. Sam's friends lived with her, they all knew what was going on with everything, even Freddie did, but Sam never saw any of it. Whether she knew it and just remained in denial or whether she was blind and just didn't see any of it, no one really could tell. Sam looked over at Freddie and frowned, he didn't seem happy, despite the fact that he was smiling at her. "What's wrong?" Freddie sighed and closed his eyes, she really asked that too much. Sure she worried, but there was no reason to worry.

"No, quit asking that." Sam raised her eyebrow as Freddie slowly stood up and took her wrist, he could hear some movement in another room, so he needed to get Sam alone. He took Sam outside and sat her down. "We have to talk about some things, namely, your mother." He could count down, three, two, one.

"Not now, please." Not a surprise, she never wanted to hear, but she had to. If he didn't talk about it, if she would never listen, it would never get fixed, he'd blow one day, and the relationship would be screwed.

"No, we're doing this now." Sam frowned and slowly nodded her head, she knew Freddie was probably getting tired of trying to talk about things that were important, but she just didn't really want there to be so much drama and trouble. "I know you don't want to talk about this, but we have to. It's important." He knew she'd probably say to be nice and all that, and he was always doing that, but now it just needed to come out. There was no question about that.

"Freddie…"

"I'm going to start talking. Just listen, please." Sam shrugged her shoulders as Freddie sat down and stared into her eyes. "First of all, that woman continuously runs you around like a damn maidservant."

"But-"

"No buts." Sam shifted her eyes to the side and frowned, she always thought her mom couldn't take care of herself. It was like her obligation to take care of her seemingly dependant mother. "You can't see it, you can't see any of it, so I'm going to kindly inform you of what your friends seem to inform you of. We all see it, every last one of us. Everything she does to you, yet you refuse to stop it all."

"She needs me."

"She doesn't need you, she just wants to spend every goddamn minute of every hour of every day with you." Sam frowned as Freddie leaned back in his seat, he was speaking from experience of what her mother had told him once. She told him she used to spend about twenty four seven with Sam and she would have loved for it to return that way. Sam didn't have a life, she needed a life, but she would never have a life if things didn't change and she had to be the one to stand up and change it. Her mom wouldn't change it, her friends wouldn't change it, no one would help her, she had to do it all because it was her life. "Don't you realize it's now one in the morning?"

"Mom needed her medication."

"She could get it herself!" It frustrated him, he watched her mother plenty of times when Sam wasn't around, enough to know that the woman could take care of herself just fine. "She's got you thinking she can't do a damn thing without you, she's got you running around like a bloody maid. I've seen how she can walk, she can move, she can do things on her own…she's not an invalid you know." Sam looked down and moved the corner of her lip back, she just felt like she had to take care of her mom. "What are you, her daughter or her parent? Better yet, are you her servant?" She responded with a soft and quiet tone of voice.

"I'm not her servant…"

"You are?"

"I'm not…" Freddie wasn't easily convinced and Sam didn't sound very convincing. He crossed his arms as she lifted her head and gazed into his serious eyes. "I knew you weren't feeling good…"

"This isn't about me Sam, this is about you. Don't worry how I'm feeling, okay? Now, you are or you're not your mom's servant."

"I'm not her servant, Freddie. I'm her daughter."

"Then act like it! Act like the independent minded woman that I know you are. Act like the woman who is in control of her life, her expenses, her everything, don't act like a damn slave for a woman who can clearly do things on her own. I've seen it with my own eyes, your friends have seen it as well! I come over to visit you and I see you running around whenever you're here, you're running around while your mother sits down and orders you to do everything. 'Sam get this, Sam get that, Sam I don't like this.' I mean damn it, if I didn't know you and love you and know that you were her daughter, I'd think you were a hired maid."

"Wha…" Sam's jaw fell slightly as Freddie slowly shook his head, he didn't know if he was getting through to her or not, but he needed to. He had to, she was the woman he loved, the woman he was destined to marry and spend the rest of his life with.

"Sam, you know I love you. You've made me so happy and I just want you to be happy, but from what I've seen, you're almost never happy. I know you don't like drama, I know you don't like making decisions, and I'm not asking you to, but I am asking you to at least open your eyes."

"But Freddie…"

"No words, just listen to me." He got about halfway through what he needed to talk to her about, the rest was about how the woman treated him when she wasn't around. "You know when you're not around, your mom is fine and whatever. You know, when I was at my job, I was told by your friends later on that your mom had been so peaceful and just resting and whatnot. Then when we come home, I try to tell you about my raise and you don't even smile!" Sam looked down and sighed, she was happy for him, but her mom hadn't been feeling well. At least that was what she thought. "Whenever I was talking even, your mother was coughing and acting all bothered, making you focus on her. That's all she ever does whenever I'm in your presence, she just wants your attention."

"She was sick today!"

"Maybe she was, your friends say she fakes a hell of a lot of things to the point they don't even know when she's faking or telling the truth. That's not it though, she constantly does things to get your attention, she doesn't want you to have any attention." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, slowly leaning back in his chair. Sam's lips went down as she waited for Freddie's next words. "I'm competing with your mother for your attention. She did exactly that tonight, just like she does every night. You just can't see it because it's been gradual…"

"What has?"

"She has been going to bed earlier before, now she's waiting up so you'll have time with her and I'll be going out of the room or something to let you and her 'spend time together' for her sake. Then midnight or later, when we're both tired as hell, she'll go to bed and you won't even realize what she's doing there…she's making you stay with her and hoping that I'll fall asleep or something so that I don't get any time with you."

"That's paranoia…"

"No, it isn't Sam. I'm telling you exactly how it is." Sam frowned as Freddie slowly stood up, she watched him walk to the post on the porch and tilted her head as he turned to her. "Your mom wants your undivided attention, every bit of it. That's why she runs you around like a damn maid, makes you constantly think something's wrong with her, makes you worry and wonder, makes you tired and irritable, which makes me tired and irritable…she deceives you in ways you can't see, but I can see it and so can your friends…she constantly stays up as late as possible, ignoring however tired she is, just so hopefully you'll get tired and fall asleep, leaving me out here waiting on you, she nearly succeeded once. She has actually convinced me to stay out of your, no wait, her way in the morning so that you'll have that time, then managed to keep me from possibly taking you out on a date or picking you up from work or taking you there so that she'll get that time with you. She's got you so damn hung up over her that even when you two aren't together, you're worrying about her and getting back to her. She calls us when we're on a date, knowing what time we're coming home, but just wanting to know if you're coming back. She can do her own damn stuff when you're away, I see it while waiting on you, but when you're here she can't seem to even get up off her rear end! I try to be patient, kind, nice, everything you're saying me to be. I'm nice to your mother, but I don't even have to say anything, she just looks at me and she's in a bad mood. I'm getting tired, I'm getting impatient, I'm getting mad as well, but I'm truly happy as ever if I get to spend any time with you anymore. She gets to spend more time with you than I do and yet she still complains about how I spend more time with you than she does, come on already. I will never make you choose between either of us, I think I've said that enough, but I will say this. When you and I are married, I would actually rather her not live with us…I mean she tries to horde all the attention now without me saying anything, marriage doesn't solve problems and it won't stop her wanting all the attention from you like some child who wants their mother, and believe me…you'll have enough on your hands dealing with a family and a job."

"True…"

"I would prefer not to have to worry about never getting but thirty minutes to an hour to spend alone with my wife and having her spend every other bit at work and with my mother in law. If that happens, then your mother will probably succeed at screwing up our relationship."

"Freddie…"

"I mean it…" Freddie looked at his watch and his brows furrowed, it was now a quarter till two and both of them were obviously tired. He could tell Sam was tired, so she would most likely fall asleep and probably end up late for work if she stayed up any later. He sighed softly and slowly shook his head. "We're both tired, so I'm going home to sleep and let you get your rest.

"I love you Freddie."

"I love you too." Freddie smiled and kissed Sam on the lips. "You know she's even got me doing stuff she can do herself. I mean how hard is it for someone to get off their butt to fill up a cup of water?" Sam chuckled nervously as Freddie turned around and started walking to his car, he stopped and turned around. "I love you, goodnight." Sam waved as Freddie moved into the car. He looked out the car window and stared into the house, Sam walked in and saw her mom sitting on the couch waiting for her, unsurprisingly the woman did not really go to bed. He saw Sam's mom talking to her and getting her to retrieve something for her. Sighing, Freddie started the car and drove off, he would be back tomorrow for another routine and tiresome day. His love for Sam kept him dealing with it, so there was never any worry of that.

A Oneshot that I wrote once while my girlfriend was running around. What can I say? This is true, hah. True to the characters, possibly. Hope you enjoyed it, drop a review! Yeah, I need to have this talk with my girlfriend, actually...

(Author note from 2013-my naivity when I wrote the above is hard for me to swallow. I did actually try to have that talk with her, but…yeah it never went over well. Without further ado, I will put the second part of this in)