New story time! Yes, this is my second story! My first story is called Beautiful Unraveling. If you haven't read it yet, please go check it out. So, if you read the last chapter of Beautiful Unraveling then you know that this is going to be about. But think again! I know, I know I said I was going to make a sequel. Please check my profile for the reason I cancelled that. So, this story has ABSOLUTELY NO RELATION to Beautiful Unraveling. I'm sorry but this isn't a sequel. A short plot is on my profile. This may be a bot confusing. But in the next couple of chapters, things will clear up. So please enjoy and review!

I do not own iCarly.

3 years ago

No. Just no. This can't be happening to me. I am a good person. A good girl. I get good grades. I have great friends. I live in a nice town. Nothing bad happens to good girls. Nothing bad. I said that over and over again in my head, but that didn't mean it was going to come true. My face were buried in my hands as I sat on the couch, tears finding their way through the creases between my fingers and dripping all the way down to the floor. I kicked off my heels, now dirty and torn up, and laid my head down on the couch pillow, trying my best to steady my breathing. But it didn't help. I placed my hands back onto my face, muffling my sobs once again. I am a good person. A good girl. I repeated the cycle, the cycle of reassurance that this was a dream. But it wasn't a dream. This was reality. And in reality, nothing happens the way you want it to. Life wasn't fair and you took what you got. But I didn't want this. I didn't want what I had gotten. I wanted to rewind and go enjoy my 5 month anniversary party with my friends and my boyfriend. I wanted to be in Freddie's arms, his warm, strong arms, and slow dance to our song. But that's not what happened. That's not what happened at all.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

I didn't have the energy, or the composure, to answer the door. I wanted to scream "Go away!", but my vocal cords were already strained from the screaming I had done previously. I figured whoever it was would get the idea. It was 2 in the morning for God's sake. But the knocking didn't stop. It just got louder, and eventually a voice emerged. At the first word, I knew who it was, and almost immediately after I had heard it, I wanted it to go away. Of course, it didn't. A hand found its way to the unlocked door knob and twisted it, causing it to turn and open the door. I didn't see his face when he stepped in, but when he peeled my hands off of my face, the beautifully sculpted Freddie Benson focused into my vision.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, obviously angry.

I didn't answer him, though. I shoved my hand from his grasp and planted it back onto my face.

"Carly, where the hell have you been? Everyone waited for you for over 3 hours! Do you even care?" He ran his hand through his hair. He was wearing a nice white, button down, collar shirt, along with a skinny tie. A pair of dark jeans hung low on his hips, the bottom of them slightly covering his new Chuck Taylors.

"Please, Freddie, go away." I managed to get out through all of the sobs, something he obviously didn't care about.

"No. I'm not going to go away. I want an answer."

"So do I!" I screamed, but then became aware of the 2 year old sleeping upstairs in her room. Spencer and his wife, Charlotte, were also sleeping. Before I had left, they were struggling to put Isabelle to bed. She had never been easy to cooperate with. But then again, she was Spencer's child. I lowered my voice and stood up to face Freddie. Even with me about 2 feet away from me, he was still intimidating. It's not like I needed to be intimidated by him, I mean, he would never lay a hand on me, no question. But when he was mad, he was mad. I never tried to get on his bad side.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked me.

"It means…nothing. It doesn't mean anything." I took my right arm and grabbed my left one, something I did when I felt embarrassed, which I did.

"I'm confused, Carly. Just tell me where you were." He stepped closer and took my available hand into his.

"I can't." My voice cracked. He shove my hand away and turned to walk away. "Why does it matter? It was just a stupid party."

"Just a stupid party? Carly, you have been making a huge deal about this party since we got together! I don't really know why, seeing as how it's only 5 months, but for some strange reason, this was really important to you. So, no, it's not a stupid party." He started pacing back and forth, not solving anything, just making me more anxious. My body was shaking and I sat back down, steadying myself. He looked at me quickly, but then focused. After a few seconds, he asked, "What's wrong with your clothes?"

The bottom of my red sundress was torn, a couple pieces of cloth missing. My shoes had scratches and my arms were covered in dirt, along with my hair. I guess his anger overpowered his ability to notice my disgusting attire. "What? I…don't know." I placed my hand on my head when a sudden rush of lightheadedness washed over me.

"Carly, where were you?" I wanted to tell him. I wanted to cry into his arms until I went numb and couldn't feel anything anymore.

"Can you… um, can you…" I tried to ask him to lower his voice, not wanting him to wake up Spencer, Charlotte, or Isabelle, but I couldn't get the words out. I needed to lay down, maybe even lay down and never wake up, but nevertheless, I needed to lay down.

"What is going on?" Freddie asked, his voice changing drastically from angry to sympathetic. He sat down next to me, rubbing my back.

"Freddie, I need…" I took a deep breath. "I need you to listen to me, ok?"

He nodded.

"On the way to the party…" A tear escaped my eyes. It stung. "There… there was this guy and he-"

"You cheated on me?" He accused me harshly. He stood up and started pacing once again. "That's why you weren't at the party." He said to himself, putting the pieces together. Thos pieces though, were wrong. "You cheated on me with some random hitchhiker didn't you?"

"Freddie, I-"

"Didn't you?" Freddie had always been insecure. Whenever another guy even looked at me, he always assumed the worst. Not necessarily with me, but with that guy. Sometimes I didn't mind it. Sometimes it was kind of cute when he was protective of me. But at a certain point, it was ridiculous. And now, he was accusing me of the farthest thing from the truth. The truth was- "I can't believe you. And after I told all of my friends that they were wrong when they called you a cheater, they had been right all along. I can't believe you." He repeated.

I stood up, nausea rushing over me, and walked slowly to the bathroom, but not before a muscular arm grabbed my arm and slowly turned me around. "I didn't cheat on you." I whispered, clutching my stomach.

"Then where were you?"

"I can't tell you!" I whisper yelled. God, I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him so goddamn badly. But I couldn't. I mean, I could, but he wouldn't look at me the same. No one would.

"So it's true!" He flung his hands up in the air and backed away from me.

"You know what, Freddie? If you're not going to believe me when I say 'I can't tell you', which I really can't, then fine! I cheated! I cheated on you so many goddamn times! I cheated on you with Gibby, with James, with Nick, with CJ, and all your stupid AV nerds!" All of the yelling sucked out all of the remaining energy I had left. I collapsed on the floor and buried my face in my hands once again. He stared down at me, but didn't make an attempt to help me. I knew he was mad. I was mad too. But with him staring at me like that, I was getting pissed off. "Go away." I told him. My voice was muffled, but it was loud enough that he knew what I was saying.

"I thought I loved you. I thought I loved you since the day we met. But I was wrong. I thought you love me. I thought that maybe-" He was saying, but I forced my body to take me upstairs, not wanting to hear anymore of his stupid crap about "love". If he loved me, he would've listened to me. He would've found out the truth. But he would never find out the truth. Because I was leaving.

I packed a small bag, just enough clothes to last me about 3 days. After that I would just go shopping in Los Angeles. After I was done, I started downstairs, but stopped when I saw the little sleeping girl in her room. She was so fragile, so small. Her blonde hair curled around her neck and her golden eyelashes fluttered as she dreamed. Beautiful, I thought. She was such a good girl. Nothing bad happens to good girls. I repeated it inside of my head. Nothing bad is going to happen to her. Nothing. But I was living proof that anything could happen to anybody, even if you were good. I kissed my hand and placed it on her cheek. She smiled to herself.

"Isabelle…" I whispered. I loved that girl as if she were my own daughter. I couldn't leave like this. I went downstairs, and when I arrived, I noticed an empty living room. Freddie had left when I was upstairs. I wasn't really surprised, but disappointed. Maybe he would tell me to say, maybe we could talk it out, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. He was gone, and soon I was going to be too. I quickly grabbed a pen and wrote a note:

Dear Spencer, Charlotte, and Isabelle,

I love you all so much. Isabelle, don't grow up like me; naïve and stupid. Spencer, I'm sorry I had to leave like this. Thank you for all that you've done for me. You're the best big brother anyone could ask for. Charlotte, I know we've only known each other for about 3 years, but we've gown close and you're like a mom to me. But you're not my mom. My mom is in Los Angeles and that's where I'm going. By the time you get this, I'll probably be there, so go ahead and call. I won't want to talk. I don't think you will want to talk to me anyway. I know my leaving is abrupt, but I have my reasons, trust me, but I don't know if I can ever tell you them. Please forgive me.

-Carly

I taped the note to the fridge, and kissed it. I didn't know what else to do. After I was ready to go, I grabbed the jar that was in the cabinet underneath the sink, and took out the 300 dollars that was in it. I placed it in my back pocket, closed my eyes quickly, opened them back up, and headed to the front door.

"Bye…" I said to my apartment, then closed the door and headed to the airport.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~11:00 AM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Spencer, calm down." My mom said calmly to her son. She had a phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. I was picking at my blueberry muffin as she tried to talk to him. "Honey, she's fine."

"…."

"I don't have all the answers but I'll let her tell me on her own time." She took a sip of coffee.

"…!..."

"Spencer!"

"..."

"Well, fine. Do you want to talk to her?" She turned to look at me for approval but I shook my head. "Actually, she's in the bathroom." I let out a sigh in relief.

"…."

"When she's ready, she'll call you."

"…."

She rolled her eyes. "Ok, Spence. I love you. Alright, bye." She hung up, and joined me at the kitchen table. I stared at her, still picking at my muffin that I had no desire to eat and wasn't planning to. She tucked a piece of stray, brown hair behind her ear and looked down into the coffee she was still holding. "So, are you going to tell me why you just up and come here and tell me that you're now living with me?"

"I just missed you, mom. That's it." I gave her a small smile and gave up on my muffin. I set it down and leaned back in my chair. She glared at me until I caved. "Do we have to talk about this now?"

"Of course not, baby. But eventually we have to, ok?" I nodded. "Ok! So, if you're going to be living here, then there are some rules. Number one, the-"

"Wait, I can stay?" I asked, half expecting she was going to send me back.

"Well, you are my daughter." She said, right before she drank more of her coffee.

"Oh, thank you mom!" I jumped into her lap, causing her to spill the remaining coffee on the table, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around her neck, as she did around my waist. "I'm going to go unpack!" Jumping off of her, I grabbed my bag and made my way upstairs to my new room, my new life.

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