Face Down
An iCarly Story
Chapter 2
Written by: SlntLullaby
Inspiration: Face Down by: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
"Cover up with makeup in the mirror, tell yourself it's never gonna happen again. You cry, alone, and then he swears he loves you."
Sam sighed and walked into the girl's bathroom at school. She looked into the mirror and choked on her breath at her reflection. Bruises covered her face, and a long, deep scratch was clearly visible on her face. She opened her backpack and dug around for her cover-up. She winced slightly as she started to cover the visible pain on her face.
"God, please help me," Sam muttered under her breath. She glanced up at the mirror again and was pleased at what she saw. You could barely tell that she was covered with bruises and the scratch was invisible. Oh, the power of cover-up.
"Thank you Covergirl, for your magic cover-up," Sam said, and then put the compact back into her backpack. She opened the heavy bathroom door and got ready to walk out. She froze with fear when she spotted a fairly tall boy with shaggy, wavy, brown hair wearing a black t-shirt, dark gray skinny jeans, and blue, gray, and black sneakers. James. She let go of the door, let it shut, and backed up to the wall. She slid down the wall and put her head in her knees, rocking slightly.
"He's not gonna hurt you this time Sam. He'll change. He said he would. Just go out there and see him. He's not going to hurt you anymore," Sam told herself, trying to coax away her fear. She knew that he would still hurt her. She knew that he was lying when he told her he'd stop hurting her. But, she still trued to believe it. She stood up, took a deep breath, and walked over to her locker. She spun her dial on her lock around and then felt a pair of hands on her shoulders before she finished her combination. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. Then, she plastered yet another fake smile on her face, and opened her eyes, while turning around to face the person.
"Hey babe. 'Sup?" James asked her and hugged her, making sure to squeeze as tight as he could, especially where her bruises were. It took Sam all she had not to scream out in pain.
"Oh, uh, nothing," she replied and he let go of her.
"Hey, I need to tell you something," James said, and looked around to make sure that no one was in sight of Sam's locker. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and tilted her head slightly.
"…What is it?" she asked him hesitantly. He took her by her shirt and then slammed her into the row of lockers. She took her hand and put it to her head, trying to make the pain stop. Then he threw her even harder against the lockers. Sam whimpered on the floor, holding her head, and not daring to let the tears escape her eyes.
"You're just a worthless piece of shit," he said, grimacing at her.
"But… you promised you wouldn't anymore!" she said, sniffling.
"I promise a lot of things. And I never keep them," he said, grinning evilly. Sam's face twisted in pain and she bit down on her lip to keep from whimpering. James then bent down and kissed her forehead.
"But don't worry, I still love you," he whispered.
"I doubt that," Sam whispered back, hoarsely. He slapped her, leaving a red mark on her cheek.
"Don't. I swear I love you babe," he said back sternly, then got up and walked away, leaving Sam on the ground. Sam leaned up against the lockers and put her arms around her knees. Finally, she cried. She let the tears just flow out. The tears blinded her vision and she put her head down. Then, she felt a body next to hers. She quickly wiped the tears away, in case it was James. It was a boy, but the boy was certainly not James, though. She immediately recognized him. She'd known him for too long not to. The boy beside her put his arm around her and pulled her closer toward him.
"Shh, it's alright to cry. Just let it out," he said, rubbing her back and stroking his fingers through her hair.
"Freddie… he- James…" Sam started, but couldn't finish, as she choked on her sobs.
"I know. I saw what happened. And at lunch the other day, I saw then too," he said quietly.
"You know what he does?" Sam asked, without lifting her head up, and continuing to soak Freddie's shirt with tears. Not that he minded that, though.
"Yeah, I know. But don't worry, I didn't tell anyone. I figured you'd probably murder me if I did," he said.
"Damn right," Sam said, causing both her and Freddie to laugh.
"So, what're you gonna do?" Freddie asked her.
"Nothing," she replied.
"You've got to do something!" Freddie said, exasperated. Sam pulled back from him.
"You don't understand, Freddie! I can't do anything!"
"If you don't do anything, I will," Freddie told her, very seriously. Sam then stood up and grabbed her backpack.
"Don't you dare say anything Benson. If you do, I swear, you won't even want to live after I'm done with you!" Sam yelled.
"You need help!" Freddie yelled back, standing up as well.
"Well, I don't want any!" Sam growled and then walked out of the school, slamming the doors closed behind her. Freddie sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Sam, please," he whispered to himself, looking down. He spotted a folded piece of paper on the floor and picked it up. He opened it and noticed it was in Sam's neat, pretty handwriting. 'I'll read it later,' Freddie thought to himself, and put it inside of his phone that was in his khaki pant's pocket.
"Well, there's no point in going back to class," Freddie said aloud, to no one. So, he walked out of the doors of Ridgeway, just as Sam had done, and headed to one of his favorite places, where Sam might be. The park.
Ooh, updated! Learan, I updated just for you! You're just so special, since you're my BGBFL! Haha, oh and thank you for my health class being so boring. I just write my stories in that class. Haha, it's not like we do anything besides watch videos and PowerPoints anyway. Lol, well, read and review please! It makes me happy. (:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the storyline and made up characters. Oh, and thank you to my cousin, James, for letting me use his name. Well, technically, I didn't ask, he was the first person I saw in my health class, so I decided to make it him… but that doesn't really matter. Haha, but yeah, seriously, I don't own him either. That'd be just a little bit weird.
