"He did what?" Spencer's voice echoed through the apartment. The iCarly trio had never seen him this mad.
"Steven h-" Carly tried to explain again.
"I heard you!" Spencer cut Carly off.
"Then why'd you make her say it ag-" Sam injected but was cut off by Freddie.
"Sam." Freddie's warned softly.
"Dude, I was just trying t-"
"Sam stop talking." Freddie made sure Sam didn't say anything stupid.
"He asked and I was tr-"
"Sam." Freddie continued to interrupt.
"But I just wanted to-"
"Sam!" Freddie whisper-yelled. Sam threw her hands up in defeat and sunk into the chair.
"How did this happen? Didn't anybody see it?" Spencer was pacing
"I was in history when he interrupted." Spencer stopped in his tracks.
"Mr. Howard let him do that? He doesn't even go to your school!" Spencer's face was red and he kept running his hands through his hair.
"Mr. Howard is in love with Steven." Freddie answered. Spencer looked at him with question in his eyes. "He knows the presidents in order." Spencer nodded his head understanding the teen.
"Then he asked Mr. Howard if he could talk to Carly." Sam continued for her best friend.
"He pulled me out and started hitting me." Carly didn't cry. She was very calm. Sam was upset and wanted to kill Steven. Sam stood up.
"I'm going to kill him if it's the last thing I do." Sam headed for the door when strong arms stopped her. She was pushed back on the couch beside Carly.
"No, Sam. You aren't supposed to know. I wasn't supposed to tell anybody." Carly patted Sam's leg. "I was wearing long sleves, he only hit me where it wasn't visible." Sam hugged Carly.
"Let me see." Spencer pointed to her. Carly pulled up her sleeves. "No, take it off." Carly hesitated.
"Can I show just Sam?" Spencer seemed reluctant but agreed. Sam dragged Carly upstairs.
"Show me girl." Sam sat on Carly's bed. Carly unzipped her jacket and took off her shirt. Sam gasped. Her mouth hung open and she forgot her hatred for Steven for a split-second.
"I didn't think it was this bad." Carly frowned. She had bruises all up her arm and a big blue one underneath her bra.
"Turn." Sam ordered. "Oh my God." She whispered.
"What?" Sam ran her fingers over the bumps and bruises that decorated Carly's back.
"Did he bring like a paddle with needles on it?"
"His nails." Carly grimaced as Sam touched her back.
"Carls, you gotta show Spencer. You have to tell someone."
"No." Carly vigorously shook her head. "He said no."
"And he also didn't not say he wasn't cheating on you." Sam tried to reason.
"No." Carly sat on the bed and Sam screamed. Sam hid her head in Carly's pillows and screamed.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Carly caved.
"Fine I'll show Spencer." Sam sat up flipping her hair.
"Good." She stood and tried to catch her balance. "SPENCER!" Sam called.
"What?" He ran upstairs swinging into Carly's room. "Oh. Woah." He sat down. "No, no, no, no, no."
"Spence?"
"Look, Carly. If this continues… I'm going to have to do something."
"What can you do?" Sam questioned. Spencer widened his eyes.
"I might have to take her to-" Sam screamed.
"No!" She stomped her foot. "You can't!"
"Sam." Freddie peaked through the door. "Come here." Sam complied and wrapped herself in Freddie. Carly was crushed inside because of the hurt she was causing her friends.
"You would only have to go for the month that he is in Seattle." Spencer tried to comfort his little sister.
"What am I going to do tomorrow at school?" Carly asked Spencer.
"I'll call Principal Franklin and arrange something."
The teens sat in silence while Spencer finished his phone call to Principal Franklin.
"Yes… Yes. Thank-you. I understand. Bye-bye now."
"What did he say?" Freddie cut the tense silence.
"You and Sam will go to all of Carly's classes with her." Sam nodded her head.
"That doesn't mean I won't kill him." Sam noted.
"We get it." Carly tried to quiet Sam.
Later that night Carly was laying in bed when her phone rang.
"Hey."
"Carly you told and I told you specifically not to tell." She was about to respond when the phone line went dead.
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