I was going to update this yesterday but we played double over-time on our basketball game. Sorry! But here it is now! I'll try and update a little sooner next time. ENJOY!

SPOV

I refused to let go of Freddie. We were still in his truck, but we were now parked in an old, abandoned parking lot. He had went through Inside-Out Burger and got both of us a burger, fries, and a Peppy Cola. We ate in silence, but he kept his arm around me. My legs were draped over his lap and my leaned against his shoulder. I wasn't really hungry, but I didn't want to worry him anymore.

Once we had eaten, he put the trash in his nerdy car trash bag. Then he spoke again…

"Okay, Sam. I need to know what's been going on. You can trust me, obviously. Please, tell me..." He begged. I pressed my forehead against his neck. He lifted a hand up and stroked my hair. Feeling comforted in his strong embrace, I began my story.

"You know my dad left when I was three. Before that my life was normal. Melanie and I actually got along. Everything was fine. Once he left, everything got bad. My mom was drunk all the time and she constantly had a new guy over. Not that best house to grow up in. That's why I'm kinda the way I am. Anyways, when Mel was eight, she left for boarding school. Everything went from bad to worse." I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"One night, mom got really drunk. She barged in my room and starting screaming at me about how everyone leaves her because of me. Meaning Mel and my dad, and the countless other guys she had been with. I started crying and she said to me 'Puckett's don't cry. Suck it up. You better get used to the world hating you.' Then she walked over to me and slapped me. Right across the face. In my eight years, no one had EVER hit me. Until the age of fifteen, life just sucked. She constantly screamed at me. She didn't hit me all the time. Only once or twice a week. Once I turned sixteen, she really started "dating" more guys. She'd… she'd let them take a few slaps at me too. (A/N Sam is 17 almost 18.) This last year she's been really bad. Tonight… she went much farther out of line than ever before. I never thought she would turn into THAT…" I trailed off, still refusing to meet Freddie's eyes. His arms did tighten around me though, keeping me close to his safe body.

"What happened?" He asked quietly.

"I got home from Carly's, and when I walked in my mom had her new boyfriend over. They were… on the couch. Doing stuff I really could have lived without. They wanted me to join in with them. When I refused, they both got irritated. I made a dash for my room and locked the door and pushed my dresser in front of it. They started banging on it and screaming. They… they threatened to kill me Freddie…" I whispered the last part. After all she has done to me that was the worse. Even worse then she saying she hated me.

"I'm so sorry, Sam. I wish you would have told me, or someone, sooner! I just don't understand how she could do that." He told me.

"I know. I was just a naïve kid. I was afraid if I told anyone, they'd live me too. Even now! I'm afraid you are going to run off like everyone else! I'm just terrified okay! If I go back there, it will be so much worse. She... she might… GOSH I don't know, but please don't make me go back there! Please!" I begged! My sobs were loud and harsh.

"Sam, I won't make you go back there! I won't let you! Never in a million years, would I do that! You know me better than that. I don't know what to do, but you won't step back in that house. I swear to it!" He vowed to me. I felt him gently kiss my forehead, in an attempt to calm my fears.

"What if she finds me?" I asked worriedly.

"She won't." He stated simply. My cries began to lessen, but my fears still refused too.

"I'm so glad you called me. If would have waited two more minutes, they would have gotten to you… I can't live without you, Sam." He told me honestly. Of course, I believed him.

"I… I don't know how to respond to that. But, thank you." I chuckled. I never was good at sharing my feelings or receiving compliments. He chuckled too, at my thanks. His laugh was music in my ears. It was manly and so perfect. It always melted my heart.

"You're welcome, Sam. Anytime." He said. I was so tired, and it was late. I relaxed against him, and he understood. He knew me so well. He rubbed his hand up and down my back. Periodically, he would place a soft kiss on top of my head.

Of course, I still loved him. He was my first love. And we had only broken up a few months prior. If I didn't love him, I wouldn't have trusted him enough to tell him my life story. I miss him like crazy, though. How he used to hold doors open for me. How he used to hold my hand when nobody or everybody was looking. How he would call me out of the blue to say he was thinking about me. Everything! I wanted nothing more than to kiss him whenever I pleased. To hold his hand during school. To be next to him all the time and be able to lean in and have him wrap his arms around me. To not worry about anyone else in the world. I just knew I would never get over this kid.

"I love you, Freddie." I whispered silently into the darkness of the cabin.

"I love you too, Sam. I never stopped. And I never will." He replied. I had to smile at that. He was much too good to me. I sat up and stared at him intently. Gently, he raised his hands and pushed my curls behind my small ears. He always had a thing for my ears. They were small and oh so sensitive. He leaned in, only slightly, making sure I was completely alright with this. 'Always the gentlemen.' I thought. I leaned in the rest of the way, until only a few centimeters separated us. Then, he gently placed his lips on mine. He kissed me softly, as if I was glass. But, it was filled with months of passion, and was totally fueled by love. I pulled away after a few moments and rested my forehead against his. His warm breath blew across my face and made me shiver in pure happiness. I smiled. And so did he.

"Are you ready to head back to Bushwell?" He asked me, breaking our silent little bubble of perfection.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted." I replied and I yawned to prove me point. He chuckled again.

"Let's get back then, Princess." He stated. He leaned in and placed one more soft, perfect kiss upon my mouth, and then he started up his truck. I stayed put, however. I was too afraid that I would wake up and this all be a dream, if I did move. He granted me complete safety. Something I rarely ever felt before. And I relished in it. It was something I absolutely adored.

Then he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

I closed my eyes feeling so happy after such a traumatic day. I just prayed that tomorrow brings about better things.

And that Freddie would still be there…

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