LITTLE LIAR
Chapter 1- Prilogue
I do not own iCarly.
I felt his tongue against mine. His lips moved with a perfect coordination with my lips. We fought for dominance for already 15 minutes. He leaned more and pushed me on the sofa. I felt his hand on my higher thigh, sliding slowly and dangerously to the right spot.
That was when I stopped it. No way I'm going serious with this dude. What his name anyway? Jack? Max?
'It's getting late. Mom will kill my guts' I mumbled and he just kept with his work.
When he got to my collar bone it was too much. 'Hey dude, I said something' I said, pushing him off of me.
I just walked out of the tiny apartment, saying 'don't call me'. Mama's not strong with relations.
On my way back home I walked in the park, because it was a big short. It was pretty dark and empty. Except one person who sat on a bench. When I walked next to him I suddenly saw his face in the light of the street light. It was Freddie's face. But my body reacted slowly than my brain and it took me a few more steps to turn around and look at him.
'Hello there Fred-nub' I greeted.
'Not in a mood, Puckett' he answered bitterly.
'Woh, just don't kill me Mr. bitterface' I said and sat next to him.
'Another fight with Crazy?' I said, amused.
' No". He simply said.
'Don't lie to me Benson".
'Where are you coming from?' he asked.
'Cousin' I said.
'Don't lie to me Puckett'. I smiled to this one.
Freddie and I developed a special friendship. My job is to make his life miserable. Living hell. His job is to shut up and be pretty. Our both job is to be there for each other at the serious times in life. It doesn't show up often, but when it does, it worth it.
'What the fight was about?' I asked.
'Another anger and anxiety attack. She just refuses to get the fact I'm almost 18' he said, looking down to his hands, shaking his right leg. He does that when he's nervous.
'Where have you been?' He looked at me for the first time this evening.
'Stupid guy' I said simply.
'Stop it Sam". He said emphatically.
'Who refuses to get ages now huh Benson?' I said emphatically back.
'You're barely 17. And there's a lot of difference between not doing my homework or getting shower, and opening your legs for every stranger'.
'Shut the fuck up' I said angrily.
After a few more moments he looked at me, took my hand to his, and forced me to look into his eyes.
'You know I'm just worried right? You're important to me Sam' He said honestly.
'Oh shut your crap. I lived my whole life without a father, I don't need one now'.
'Maybe you do need one' he said.
'Fuck you' I said, starting to walk back home.
The boy can piss my nerves. I'll kill him or myself one day, I swear.
I opened the door of my house the quietest I could so my mom won't hear and freak out.
She's not a bad person, I really believe it, but when she gets angry, well, she just doesn't know how to deal with it. She never had a mom to see how she's acting. So I can't blame her for what she's doing in 100 percents. But it took me a lot of time and lessons to figure that out. I hated her for years. Now I'm just pity her.
When I came in, I walked on my toes so my mom won't hear, but I suddenly saw her sitting on the couch in the dark. Crap. She came closer to me. Too close.
'Where have you been, little whore?' She asked bitterly.
'Carly's' I said quietly.
'I called Carly. She had no idea where the heck are you'. Crap.
'Where have you been, little liar?' She asked with a smile.
'A boy' I whispered.
'WHERE?' She asked again.
'A boy' I said louder. Suddenly, from nowhere, she gave me a hard slap right on the cheek.
My eyes filled up with tears.
'Go to your room little fucker'.
I ran to my room, closed the door and burst into tears. What made me a little calm is the fact that this situation hasn't left any marks or something visible. Freddie would notice. And Freddie is my worst nightmare in this kind of things. If he will know... I'm dead.
After showering and preparing to bed, I heard the vibration, announcing I have 1 new message.
I looked at my phone. It was from Freddie. I opened it.
'Still mad?' it said.
'You already know the answer Benson.' I replayed.
After a minute I got another message.
'Forgive me? Please? I was mad because of my mom'
'Just, y'know, try not to be a jerk from now on and we'll settle this down?' I answered his text.
'Promise, princess. Good night' he texted.
'Night' I replayed.
The next day I woke up early to leave home as early as I can because I just didn't have the power to deal with my mom. I got dressed, ready to go to Carly's, but when I was about to go out, my mom showed up, and her face was furious. I started to be scared. Suddenly she pulled behind her back Marlboro cigarette packet. Oh shit. Fuck. Crap. Damnit. I'm totally dead now.
'What the fuck is this?' She screamed, coming closer to me.
I closed my eyes very tight, excepting for the hit to come. But it never came. I opened my eyes to see her exactly where she was before I closed them.
'I- I .. It's n-not mine' I said quietly.
' So who's that is huh?' she screamed.
'M-Mandy's' I said.
'Don't lie to mammy, little liar'. That was her name for me. She always called me that.
She threw the cigarettes on me. 'I wish you would die from those cigarettes, and then you'll understand how stupid you are. And don't you dare lying to me again, little liar' she said, and with that she left.
I took the cigarettes from the floor; I put it in my bag pack. I went to my room, took Freddie's laptop charger he forgot here, and went to Carly's.
This is a disaster. I can't believe my mom found out. Well, it's not like I'm addicted or something. I started last year, with Mandy. One day she took me behind school and told me she has something to tell me. I just waited her to open her mouth, but she was quiet, until she took her bag pack, opened it, and showed me a cigarettes packet. It started with a drag over here, a drag over there. Nothing big. But with the time it started to be a whole cigarette in a day, two cigarettes, and so on. So I just half lied. It was Mandy's. But half mine, too.
I never, never smoked in public. I hate the people who do that. I really and truly enjoy the feeling. And anyway, I do that just with my real close friends. My best friends. But Carly and Freddie. They will never know. Carly will be mad at me if she'd know. And Freddie would be disappointed. That's a lot worse. He has a kind of thought that a person who's smoking got to be a trailed, weak, no backbone, and no opinion. It's a bunch of crap if you ask me.
I opened Carly's door. 'Hello everyone' I greeted, to see just Freddie and Spencer staring the TV like two zombies.
'Hello?' I reputed slowly. Freddie just made a little 'hello' and Spencer made a 'SHHHH' noise.
'Whatever. Where's Carly?' I asked.
'Not here' Freddie mumbled, and Spencer made his 'SHHHHH' again.
'No shit, captain obvious' I mumbled as I went to the kitchen, looking for some food.
In the middle of my bacon breakfast, I heard a few desperate sighs and then Spencer was gone and Freddie showed here next to me, in the kitchen.
'Ok what the fuck?' I asked, confused.
'Nuhh.. Spencer and I watched X Factor, when the TV stopped working. So Spencer went to see it somewhere else and I came here. Oh and Carly went to Gibby's. I'm not sure why. He said it's super important' he said simply.
'Oh right' I said, and kept eating.
'She said "baby, get down on your knees
I said "babe if you insist"
She said "why do you keep seeing things you know that don't exist" '
Everything was calm and quiet. Every one of us did what he did.
I ate, and Freddie was in his laptop.
'Sam, did you get my laptop charger?' He asked.
'Yep' I answered simply.
'I guess you won't get up and bring me it, where is it?' He asked.
'Bag' I said.
He got up to my bag, opened it, and started looking for his stupid charger.
I heard him chocking up.Crap.
My eyes went widen.
'What the fuck is that?' He asked.
'What is what, Benson' I asked with poker face. But inside I was nervous as hell.
' I said "baby, I love you, what can I do
I'll probably love you till the day I die"
She said "well pretty honey, if that's true than give me both them, pretty eyes" '
'What are those cigarettes?' He asked angrily.
'None of your business, douche bag' I said.
'Are you smoking Sam?' He asked loudly.
'No Freddie, Relax! Those are not mine!' I answered.
'Sam, I'm not stupid, why would you have a cigarettes packet if you're not smoking' He said.
'I'm not! Leave me alone!' I said, trying to take the cigarettes from him.
'I though you're better than THAT' he said, looking at the cigarettes in his hand.
'I. Am. Not. Smoking. Dumbass.'
He grabbed my wrists so he could pull me closer. I gasped in pain. He got panicked.
'What? What happened?' He asked, worried.
'It's.. It's nothing'. Crap. Real Crap now.
'What do you mean "nothing"? You just gasped in pain' he said.
Quiet.
He took my hand carefully. I tried to take my hand back. But he holds it still.
'Damn Freddie, leave it' I said.
He took my sleeve up, exposing my right wrist, exposing my scars and scratches. They're old. Not too old for him to be mad or worried or for them to hurt, but pretty old.
'What the fuck Sam.' He looked in my eyes. So deep in my eyes. Too deep in my eyes.
I took my hand from him quickly.
'Sam, why are you doing this?' He asked.
'Doing what' I said. My mask wasn't going to go off. I can't control it in that kind of situation anymore. I'll stay Sam Puckett, no chance to see me crying, no chance to confess the truth. For better and worse.
He did nothing. He was quiet.
'Why are you cutting yourself Sam?'
' I said "baby, you can have them - you can have my eyes"
See, I was thinking if she took them I won't see her lies
But my baby, I can taste her lies.'
A\N- 'Her Lies- Asaf Avidan'. Very recommended. Very very.
Thanks for reading.