A/N Guess I'm just that excited about this story. I've never uploaded a new Chapter this fast, or I just have too much time on my Friday nights (for the first time in a while, actually). I want to thank those who read and reviewed, you guys made my weekend better.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or anything else, besides Thomas and Amanda Puckett.

Previously:

"Well you know how my mother is always single. That's because-"

"SAMANTHA PUCKET YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE BEFORE I DRAG YOUR FILTHY BODY OUT HERE MYSELF!"

"Carly, you can't let him in. No matter what, please don't let him in."

Chapter 2

Sam started to inch back towards Freddie's room again. Her worried eyes made Carly start to shake. "Freddie, stall them for as long as possible. I'll text you when it's safe." Freddie nodded. Carly turned and grabbed Sam's arm towards Freddie's room. "Sam, come on." She snapped out of her trance and picked up her pace. The door clicked closed as the rattling began to increase.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" came from behind the door. Freddie closed his eye to check through the peep hole. The woman had on a tight purple and white polka-dotted top, with a plunging neckline, and black jeggings with purple pumps. Her short spiky blond hair stuck out in odd places as her make-up looked worn and smudged. She wore the same angry smirk Sam wore whenever he did something to annoy her. "Well are you going to open up or just stare at me, pretty boy?" she said, in a harsh tone. Her arms crossed her chest and Freddie felt as if he was looking at an older version of Sam. His phone vibrated in his pants pocket as he received a text.

It's cool.

Carly.

Freddie unlatched the front door as the woman barged into his home. She looked around, searching every room until she came back to the living room. "Well….where is she?" she asked.

He looked at her, confused. "I'm sorry, what?"

She rolled her eyes at him, "Where's Sam? I came looking for my delinquent of a daughter. I know the bitch is here, so where are you hiding her?"

Freddie was amazed that someone could call Sam their daughter and foul-mouthed words about said person in the same sentence. "I don't know. I didn't see her at school today. I thought she would be at home since Carly isn't home yet."

"Oh don't bitch me! I know that slut is in here somewhere. I just have to find her."

"Why do you doubt me?"

"Because she always talks about you! I've seen the way you look at her, I'm not stupid boy."

He blushed. "How would you know? You're never around! Always out with different men and coming home at different hours of the night, no wonder Sam's always at Carly's! At least she can eat whenever she wants; I doubt you ever find her at home." His pent up anger finally melted away. Everything he had ever wanted to tell her, he had said in less than two minutes. His chest heaved from his anger at the older woman, who just smirked at him.

"Have you ever heard of a chill pill, Benson?" she continued to keep her malicious smirk on her flushed face. "Sam wouldn't be where she is today if it wasn't for me. You don't know what we've gone through, so stop bitching, you sound like your mother."

He froze at the last part of her comment. How did she know his mother? Was there something he didn't know about his mother? Questions filled his brain as she cackled at him. "So you don't know? It figures she wouldn't want her precious son knowing the truth."

Freddie opened his mouth to retaliate when a deep voice roared behind him, "Where is she?"

His eyes widened at the sound. He wasn't prepared to take on another Puckett, if that was possible. "Excuse but who are you?"

Freddie turned and saw that he had a light brown stubble dust across his face, crazy, wild dirty blond curls everywhere with deep green eyes that bore into him. His clothes were ragged and stained as if he hadn't changed in days; his whole being smelled of booze. An empty bottle slipped from his dirty hands to his mother's clean kitchen table; his eyes never left Freddie. "I heard that that blond slut has been fucking you. Is that true boy?"

"No sir."

"Well then what other reason does she have for being at your house?"

"She's just a friend, sir."

"Mr. Puckett."

"Mr. Puckett."

His look lingered on Freddie as he motioned for Pam to come over. With a roll of eyes, she stood next to him. Arms crossed over her chest she asked, "What?"

His eyes turned a hazy green as he turned to her annoyed face. The look in her eyes changed from annoyed to intense as he glared at her. "You talk to me with respect, not as if I'm one of your man whores you fuck with every night, you dirty slut."

"If you don't want to be here, Thomas, just leave!" the look in her baby blues stayed intense as he continued to glare at her with his hazy greens.

Keys clanged behind the front door. The sound of the lock turning and the door being pushed open and closed was heard in the silence. Heels clicked on the wooden floor as they got louder, closer. Freddie kept his eyes on the hall in front of the living room doorway. He sighed in relief when the all too familiar woman that gave birth to him put her purse down and slid her shoes off. The peaceful expression changed to aggression when she looked up at the people in her living room. "Freddie, who are these people? I thought I've told you not to let strangers inside when I'm not home." She walked over to him, protectively clutching his shoulders.

Freddie opened his mouth to speak, but Pam spoke up before anything else, "You mean you don't recognize this, Mary?" Ms. Benson turned at the sound of her old nickname. Her confused honey eyes stared at the blond in front of her. "It's Pam and Thomas, Mary. I can't believe you didn't recognize us." Pam had slid her arm under Thomas's as he leaned on the counter, wanting to leave.

Freddie looked between his mother and the two other adults in the room. His mother gasped in delight and looked towards her son. "Freddie, why don't you run along? I'll be in your room later to tuck you in." She said kissing his temple and slightly pushing him towards his room. Freddie rolled his eyes, but glad to be able to leave the adults. The comments Ms. Puckett had told him were still buzzing around his head. What was the big secret everyone seemed to know, but him? His bedroom door clicked closed and he moved to sit on his bed. His window slid opened, from the fire escape, as Carly and Sam jumped back inside.

Sam's eyes were red as Carly kept slightly shaking at the slightest noise. He slowly looked over to the girls and motioned them to sit down. He pulled out a sweatshirt for Carly as Sam lay on her stomach diagonally across his bed. They lay silently on his bed as the adults spoke joyfully in the living room.

"So what do we do now?" Sam spoke up for the first time since she and Carly left.

Sam looked over at Carly, who had fell silently asleep on Sam's left, while Freddie was on her right. She sat up, pulled the end of the t-shirt to wipe stray tears that escaped the corners of her eyes. Freddie stared at her from the corner of his eyes. He lay on his back, arms under his head, with a blank look at the ceiling. "Sam." He said silently, as she sighed in frustration when more tears escaped and ran down her cheeks.

"What, Freddie? You ready to chew my head off after all you've seen today? Well go ahead, I don't care anymore," Sam said, voice breaking near the end. She threw her arms in the air from frustration of the tears flowing down past her chin.

He sat up, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. Baby blues bore into his soul as she sniffed and hiccupped. "Sam, why won't you tell me what's going on?"

"You want to know what's going on, Freddie." He nodded. "What's going on is that I'm trying to run away from my past, which has come back due to the fact that I ran away from it the first time."

"What?" He asked confused at the blond.

"My mother dates because she never married my father. They were high school sweethearts. He knocked her up right before graduation, so she ran away with him. They had my older sister, Amanda, and had the perfect life. He was going to propose to her, but she got pregnant again. This time, me and Melanie were born. Melanie and Amanda were the perfect kids. As soon as me and Melanie started school, everyone compared us. She was perfect in every way, I was the bastard child. She would get special attention, my father would slap me when I brought the best grade I could possible get on my spelling test, a C. The abuse just went from there. Amanda and Melanie both got into a fancy shmancy boarding school for the top students of Washington, while I stayed in Public school. They both went there on a full scholarship and my father just called me stupid. Teachers would ask how I got my bruises and cuts. I would make up lame excuses, ran into a door, fell down the stairs. They tried calling my parents, my dad, who drank himself to sleep every night after Melanie left, would cuss them out, telling them they're worthless people who should mind their own shitty business. We moved after that; and every single time it happened. My dad would blame me every time the teachers would figure it out, beat me for hours. Finally, we moved to Seattle. I met Carly and Spencer and felt like I was safe. I would go to Carly's house every day after school and Spencer would feed us a snack. One day, I got home a bit later than usual. It was about nine p.m. and my dad had been drinking heavily. He started asking questions, where was I, who was I with, have I been out fucking boys like the slut that I am, things like that. He broke my arm that day but as soon as my mother got home, they got into a huge fight, which ended in them fucking around the whole house. I sneaked out of my room and ran to Carly's house. They took me to the hospital, where I told her what had been going on. I stayed at their house until my mother called, she told me she and my father would change. Naïve as I was, I came home. It was good for a while, until I got a detention. He beat me so bad that he pushed me to the street and threw a couple of my clothes out in the sidewalk. I walked to Carly's house, while she called the police. They arrested him and that's where he's been for the past six years. He recently got out about a month ago and he was living on the streets. My mother found him, and he came home. Melanie and Amanda came home and everything was right; until they left. That's where I've been for the past couple of weeks, hiding from my past." Sam finished, looking at her hands. Carly had awoken through half of her speech as Freddie just stared at the blond. How could someone go through all of that and still be where they are today? He remembered what her mother had told him, "Sam wouldn't be where she is today if it wasn't for me."

Tears had been sliding throughout her speech. Sam couldn't stop the stronger flow as she finished. Carly sat up and hugged her as she cried on Freddie's sweatshirt. There was a knock on the door. "Freddie, may I come in? I want you to meet some people." It was a female's voice. Freddie's eyes widened as he heard his mother's joyful voice behind the door. They could hear the chatter of the adults, laughter, excitement, and a voice Freddie's never heard come from his mother.

"Um….I'm kind of busy, mom. I'll be out in a second. Give me five minutes." He said as the girls scattered, retrieving their belongings and scuffled their way out of his window.

Hmmmm...it didn't end the way I wanted it but I guess you'll just have to stay tuned. Sorry if I disappointed anyone in this chapter but I had to get Sam's past out, no matter how bad the chapter got. (in other case, how boring.) well thanks for the patience and hopefully, I'll get something out by the end of next week.