Freddie's POV
I was walking around town, trying to find a pet store. Spencer had forgot to feed his fish again, so it died. You would think that everyone would have learned there lesson about buying him more, but I fell in the trap.
A tall shadow fell across my sight, blocking the sun from my eyes. Looking up, I recognized Sam's mom, Pam. I would've said 'hello', but something about her felt wrong.
She was carrying two bags, which upon further inspection held cases of beer. The woman turned slightly, to look at the road. that's when I saw her face. This lady was not Pam Puckett. To anyone else, maybe even Carly, it would've been Mrs. Puckett. But I knew. Pam does not have such stunning blue eyes. Pam does not have just a dab of freckles under her stunning blue eyes. But someone related to Pam does. Sam.
After digesting my realization, I became angry. Why was Sam illegally buying achohal? Did she drink it herself? Or was her mom drinking it? I wanted to follow her, but I knew that couldn't happen. There was no place to hide in Sam's apartment. I did need to talk to her though.
I took my Pear Phone out of my pocket and texted her.
hey. can u go 2 GS after school? i need 2 talk 2 u.
I quickly hit send, and looked at her to see her reaction. Nothing buzzed, or rang, so she must have left her phone at home. Oh well; she'll see it soon.
I took a deep breath, and turned in the direction of Bushwell Plaza. Almost forgetting my mision for Spencer. I turned the opposite way, and ventured off to find a pet store.
Sam's POV
I climbed up the fire escape hoping that no one from my building would see me. Carefully sliding the window open, I jumped into my bedroom. I yanked the wig, clothes, and earrings off. Then I put my Penny Tee and shorts back on.
Picking up the bags I walked out my door and into the kitchen/living room. Mom was still in her room, and I was thankful for that. I opened the fridge and slid the beer into the bottom shelf.
Slowly, I walked back to my bedroom. There is a lock on the inside of my door, so if I make it back without disturbing her, I can be safe for the rest of the night.
I know where all of the sqeaky floorboards are, where all the blindspots are. Acoiding them at all costs is vital. I reached my door and sighed with relief. I scooted into the room, and locked the door. I was safe for tonight.
As I collapsed on to my bed, I saw my phone flashing. It was probably just Carly, asking me which shirt she should wear for some stupid date. That's another thing I'm jealous of. All the boys Carly seems to get. It seems like everyday she has a new boy coming up to her and asking her out. Lately it has been Holden Carters, star quarterback on the Ridgeway football team. He was the hottest boy in eleventh grade, and all the girls swooned over him. Except for me. No boys ever looked at me, unless Carly was nexted to me, and then they only wanted to know why a girl like me was friends with a girl like her.
I picked up the flashing technology and flipped the top up. To my surprise it was Freddie, not Carly. Freddie was my other best friend. He knew me better thsn anyone. Including Carly.
I read the text and smiled a little. Hanging out with Freddie was better than hanging out with Carly. With Carly I felt like I had to live up to her, but with Freddie I could be myself. I don't actually like to hurt people. Growing up having a mom who hurts you makes you know what it feels like to be hurt. I'm not actually a tough girl. I have to be tough to stay alive against my mom, but anywhere else it's all an act. Freddie also knows that I don't get to eat a lot with my mom, which is the reason I'm always raiding Carly's fridge.
I typed a quick response to Freddie:
kk. but ur buying. :)
The message sent and I waited with baited breath for his relpy. I jumped when my phoje beeped, and looked down to read the text.
of course. :) we can walk there after schools out
I frowned. We always walked home with Carly. Did that mean that she was coming too? As much as I loved my best friend, I really didn't feel up to acting again.
does Carly already know the plans?
I hoped with all my heart that Carly wouldn't be coming.
no, Carly is going out with Holden 2morrow. she wont b coming.
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Suddenly, there was knocking on my door, and my mom yelling for me. I knew if I didn't answer she would find a way to oick the lock. Quickly I sent Freddie one last message, and got ready for the rocky road ahead.
kk. See u tomorrow. Bye :)
I didn't wait to see if he responded. I flipped my phone shut, got off my bed, and opened the door, revealing my "wonderful" mother.
"Samantha, come out here, there is someone you need to meet," she said, a malicious grin on her face.
"Yes Ma'am," I replied, following her into the kitchen/living room. There was a man standing in the middle of the room. He was about 6'2 and had dirty blond hair. His eyes were coal black, and he had an evil aura.
"His name is Jeremy," my mother said from behind me. "We met at a bar last night. Isn't he just wonderful?"
"Oh please. I'm no where near as wonderful as you." Jeremy told her, making me want to gag.
"When I told Jeremy I had a sixteen year old kid he just went bonkers. He has been craving a young girl to help him with something, and I told him that you would be happy to oblige." You could hear the poison in my mothers voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously, fearing that I already knew the answer.
"Oh, you'll know soon enough," said Jeremy. "We'll start our fun later tonight."
(Laterthatnight laterthatnight laterthatnight laterthatnight laterthatnight laterthatnight)
Jeremy came into my room at about 9:00. He was grinning so wildly that you might have thought it was Christmas or someone had come back to life.
"Ready for our fun Samantha?" He asked me. I vigourously shook my head no, not daring to speak. "No? Well that's too bad. I have been waiting a long time to have fun like this, and I'm not outting it off any longer."
Jeremy pushed me roughly into the wall and started kissing my neck. I pushed and kicked and screamed, but to no avail. The man had a firm grip. Trying to wiggle out of it would be nearly impossible.
He started to touch me inappropriately and threw me onto the bed. That night, was the worst experience of my life.
(A.N) Sorry I forgot to do the disclaimer on chapter 1 so here it is:
I do not own iCarly or any other references in this story.A
I hope you enjoyed chapter 2, and thank you to all the reviewers of chapter 1. Each time I read one it made me smile. I hope to update a chapter everyday, but if that's not possible, it will be every other day. Thanks for reading!
