Wheeee! My firstish iCarly fanfiction! Yay for me. Anywhoo, I've seen the idea of Sam having an abusive father before and I really liked it. I hope those who've already written about that don't get too mad. I only copied you 'cause I luffled your story.
Also, this story will lean on being a 'Seddie' fanfiction. I haven't decided on if it'll be an all-out one or not...
I wasn't entirely sure on the whole last name thing so I just used what other writers have used.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of this. Not even Cousin Andrew and Bill Puckett. I think. Right. I own nothing. Not really. I have a room and clothes and a notebook. So I do own stuff. But nothing that is in this story. Except for the fact that I wrote it. But I didn't use my own characters. Yeah.
He'd never hit me before. Normally he called me ugly and words that I don't know the meaning of. Normally he only hit my mother. I suppose that because he'd been fired from his job he was extremely angry. I should have expected it to happen sooner or later but his blow came as a complete shock to me.
Samantha Puckett was not one whom you'd expect to have any of the feelings that other girls had. She had a hardened reputation; she was a force to be feared, the strongest girl in all of her classes, possibly the strongest girl in the school. But at home she was different. So different, she could have been mistaken for someone else if one could not see her.
Her father was to blame. Everyday he would come home and yell profanities at her and her mother. He'd even strike her mother now and then. Sometimes his blows were so forceful that she was knocked unconscious for hours. These hours seemed like eons to Sam, who was forced to do numerous things for her father and be emotionally battered by his insults. It had come to the point where she believed what he said about her. She now was deeply troubled with the possibilities that she was as ugly and stupid as he told her.
Sam, a girl known by her friends to fear nothing and no one, was hopelessly afraid of the burly man and his cruelty. When she was not at school or at her best friend Carly's apartment, she frequented her small bedroom. There she would listen to her father's yells and dread the moment he decided that she needed to suffer a portion of the verbal assault.
It was on a stormy Sunday evening when her father finally crossed the line.
The front door slammed with a bang that seemed to shake the entire house. Sam, who had been drying her hands in the bathroom, let out a small yelp and raced down the hall into her room. She closed the door behind her and sank into a sitting position in front of it, leaning against her bed. She listened.
Bang!
"What's wrong, Bill?"
Her mother's voice could barely be heard over the numerous crashing noises that filled the house. Her father was no doubt in a rage and throwing whatever he could at the poor woman.
Sam winced as she heard the familiar slap and crash. Her mother was no doubt incapacitated by a good blow. Already she could hear her father walking down the hall toward her room, getting faster every second. After taking a moment to think, she sprang up and made to hold the door closed. But it was too late. The door opened in a flash, knocking her arms painfully away.
"Trying to hide?" exclaimed the disturbed man, clenching his fists and punching Sam right in the stomach without hesitation.
The blonde girl's eyes opened with shock and she slumped backward onto her bed with a look of utter horror etched upon her face. Her mouth opened as if to answer but she couldn't say a thing.
"Answer me!" Mr. Puckett went in for another punch, this time his fist connected with her mouth.
Sam could almost instantly taste her blood that now threatened to fill her mouth, trying to choke her. There was only one way to get out of this. She suddenly moaned and fell backward, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open to let out the blood.
Hours passed before the bleeding stopped completely and the pain in her mouth had subsided slightly. Sam's stomach still throbbed; it felt bad enough that she felt as if she would vomit. But it seemed that her body was in too much pain to let her. She sat up slowly and got under the blankets, hoping desperately that she wouldn't hurt anymore in the morning.
Her mind had been set on escaping. Tomorrow she would go to school and then retreat to Carly's house. There she would call the police. And it would be over.
Rate it, will ya? I'm writing the next chapter already. I have numerous plans... Muahaha.