Thanks for all the reviews! Glad you guys are giving this fic a chance! I decided to add a new chapter every Monday, so they have some sort of consistency. This one is being added at 1 in the morning, but still, it is now Monday, so enjoy.

"Maybe you should figure something out." Carly says, fumbling with a blanket.

I raise my eyebrows, flipping through the channels. "Maybe I should."

Carly glances at me, staring me down until I answer her. "Do you have a problem?" I mumble. The room is silent except for the slight rumble of the t.v.

"Not at all. Just wondering, you know, what you're gonna do with...all of this. I was thinking if we had a plan, or any idea, really, we could start-"

"I don't want to have this thing." I mumble, glancing at the floor. It's filled with empty bags of junk food, all of which I consumed last night.

"You don't really have a choice. It has to come out of you...somehow." She shivers at the thought. I give her a sly smile back.

Carly raises her eyebrows, her lips curving into a fine line. "Go tell your mom."

"My mom? Carlyyyy!" I whine, stretching out her name. "Anyone but my mom!"

She shrugs, still refusing to look me in the eyes. "Then go tell Mrs. Benson."

"No! Dude, do you know what she's gonna do to me when she finds out what her Freddikins and I did? And when she finds out what the product is...shit man, I never want to see her reaction to that!"

Carly doesn't respond, she just glances towards me and purses her lips. "Go. Tell your mom."

"Nah." I respond carelessly, lifting myself up from the couch so I can raid Carly's fridge.

"Sam!"

I sigh. I know this tone of voice more than anything. Carly knows whats best for me, she knows me more than I know me. I know that this is what I have to do. I'm gonna have to tell my mom some time or another, might as well get it over with. It's not like my mom has control of me, what's the worse that can happen? She kicks me out? She disowns me? Neither of those things are worse than my childhood.

I take a deep breath. "Carly?"

"Yeah?"

I slowly turn to her, raising an eyebrow. "Can I-I live here? You know, if..."

Carly's lips spread into a small smile, trying to brighten the mood. "Don't you already?"

"Hey, Mom." I yell loudly as I walk into the house. My mom is lazily sitting on the couch watching a Teen Mom marathon. Loud bleeps and southern slang roar out of the speakers. There are about twenty empty beer cans piled around her. I'm not even bothered that she's drunk, I'm used to it. Anyone growing up with her as a mom would be. "I'm home." I mumble as soon as I get close enough to her. She nods her head in my direction, still focused on the t.v. "And, uh...Mom?" My voice cracks when I address her.

"Huh?" She murmurs, eyes still fixated on the blond bitch on the t.v screaming at her boyfriend. The background noise does nothing but make me more nervous to tell her.

"I'm, uh..." I crinkle my nose. "Pregnant."

My mom nods for a second, before raising an eyebrow and turning towards me. "You little filthy whore." She says, her voice getting tense. I remind myself to breathe. I expected this, why is it so damn hard to breathe? "Go see Patricia, or you're never gonna fucking see daylight again." She slurs incoherently. Like I'm supposed to know who Patricia is.

"Uh, who's-"

She cuts me off. "My doctor." Ah, 'doctor'. A.k.a the woman who sticks a needle up her lady parts. How sweet.

"Mom..." I respond as calmly as I can. "I don't think I'm gonna, uh...have an abortion. I think I'm gonna keep-"

"Get out, Samantha." Her voice tenses, as does my entire body. I shouldn't of told her now, when she's drunk. She's filled with so much fucking anger when she's drunk. "Out. Get out of this house, you whore." Her voice is slowly getting louder, so much that you can hear her over the t.v. "I never want to see you again, you filthy little bitch." She slowly corners me, getting closer and closer. I remind myself not to cry. I can't cry. Not in front of her. Not right now. I take a deep breath, biting my lip so hard it draws blood. This is the only instance in my life where I haven't immediately talked back to an adult.

I turn away from my mother, letting myself slowly walk to the front door. I twist the knob with calm, careful hands. I'm almost out. I don't even bother taking any of my stuff. Most of it is at Carly's, anyway. Just as the door is opening towards me, I feel my mother behind me. Her hand comes in contact with my face, a loud smacking noise fills the room and a sting of pain instantly comes to my cheek. "You dumb cunt!" She screams. I wince, and not only at the pain. I stay silent and dig my nails into my fist. I want to slap the shit out of her more than anything right now. For all the times she's left me alone while she was out with a new boyfriend. For all the times she's completely ignored me. For every single time she has ever been drunk in front of me. For right now, when she's abandoning me when I need her the most.

It takes every bit of self control I have to walk out of the house. Tears flood my cheeks and I don't bother wiping them, I just walk. I keep my pace up and walk. Walk to the bus stop, and walk on the bus, walk right into Bushwell. I rush into the elevator and cry more than I have ever cried in my life, and when it reaches Carly's room, I cry more, pounding on the door until she answers it, and burying my face in her sleeve for what feels like hours.

Sometime in the middle of this mess, I feel another set of hands grasp my back. I wince. Freddie. When did he get here? I hiccup and sniffle until I can finally get a coherent word out. "F-Freddie?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah. Hey. I'm right here." He responds quietly. His words calm me and also force new tears out of my eyes. I'm almost doubled over sobbing, letting go of Carly so I can maneuver my arms around Freddie.

I take multiple deep breaths at a time, desperately trying to breathe again. I have never, ever cried this much in my life. The only times remotely close to this, I was alone. I never cry when I'm around people. Especially not like this. Neither Carly or Freddie asks what happened. They know to distance themselves from me, because I am a raging, screaming bitch. Because of the way I was raised and the way my mother taught me that alcohol and anger were the only thing that solves problems. Thanks mom, for making sure I'm the most fucked up person in Seattle.

I guess I fell asleep, cause now I'm laying in Carly's bed with both of my best friends. The digital clock next to the bed states that it is now 12:48 am. Carly is thrown to the side of the bed, barely hanging off the edge. Freddie is basically on top of me, his firm arms wrapped around my neck. This reminds me too much of that night. I smack his arm, trying to get him to budge. "Come on, Fredward." I mumble, using my legs to push him off of me. God, I guess he really has been working out.

He blinks a few times, glancing at me. "Oh. Hi, Sam."

I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a breath of air. "Hey."

"You told your mom, huh?" He asks. The only thing I can make out on him are his his dark brown eyes as they stare in my direction.

I twist the corners of my lips. "Yeah, I told her."

He nods in the darkness, resting a hand on my shoulder. We stay silent for a minute before I slowly speak, hoping he's already fast asleep. "I'm such a fuck up."

"What?" Freddie asks. His voice is no longer a whisper, and he is now using his arm to keep himself up, staring me right in the eyes. "Sam, you are not a fuck up."

I raise my eyebrows, not making eye contact with him. "Freddie. I'm eighteen. There is a fucking fetus inside of my stomach, okay? My mother hates me. My dad was too lazy to put a condom on, and I'm the result. I push people away. It's what I do. I have never had one successful relationship in my life. Not with anyone. Carly is the only person who is ever patient with me. You are too...sometimes. I'm poor as fuck, alright? I have no money, no future. All I have is this baby, which I have no idea what I'm gonna do with. I've got nothing going for me, Freddie."

His eyes brim with tears instantly and he shakes his head. "No, Sam. I don't want to hear you say that shit. Your mom? She's an stubborn alcoholic. Don't listen to a word she says. Your dad has never had the privilege of meeting you, so he probably has it pretty bad." He pauses, taking a deep breath and resting his hand on mine. "I'm here. I don't care if you're my best friend or not, I'm here. And I'm gonna be here for you, no matter what we decide to do. Okay? Don't ever say you're a fuck up, because you're not. Some people don't get off as easy as everyone else. None of that is your fault. You're gonna make it through this, whatever it is, and I'm gonna be here. Carly's gonna be here, and Spencer is gonna be here and even my mom is. I promise you that, Sam. We're all here for you. We all love you."

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