The Red Light

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

A/N: This is going to deal with a very mature subject, and that is the crash that comes with being involved in internet pornography and prostitution. How it affects the family, friends, school, and so many things. I've had some help plotwise from Lanternfan. If you are not mature enough to deal with this adult subject (no there will NOT be any lemons in this), then turn away now.

A/N: Okay this takes place around the same time as the live chat in the prior chapter.

Chapter 2 (A Parent's Emotions)

"Melanie?" Pam felt her heart jerk to her throat as she pulled the phone from her ear. What had Melanie been trying to tell her? She pressed her lips together and lowered her hand, brushing her fingertips on the small oak end table. She wondered if she should wait for Dave to come home, or if she should contact him, but he had a stressful enough job, she didn't feel right to bother him.

Making her way to her computer, she wasn't sure she wanted to look up that porn site, or the name of that porn star Melanie mentioned. Thinking fast, she raised her eyebrow and gripped the computer chair firmly with one hand. "Why would Melanie be looking at porn?" The pain in her daughter's voice caused enough worry for her, she simply had to know what was wrong with her babies. Melanie didn't need to be looking at porn, something like that could corrupt her innocent heart. She always wanted to protect her children from things like that, so the thought that Sam might be involved in the lifestyle was unfathomable. Yet, it was the thought that crossed her mind when Melanie's frantic tone rang into her ears. She shook it off as an impossibility.

She straightened herself and sat in the brown computer chair, gently placed her hand upon the mouse and opened the web browser. Her heart began to pound and sweat beads started to form at her forehead. Her brow furrowed and she clicked on the address bar. What was this feeling inside of her? Her stomach was churning and she was starting to feel a nauseating feeling crawling up inside of her.

"Samantha Golden…" She played the starlet's name in her head over and over again. Could it be that Sam was this Golden person? No, it couldn't be. She shook her head rapidly and typed the address in the search bar. The site popped up, and she turned her eyes away for a split second. It had a black background with yellow links crawling down the middle. The sides of the screen were of various nude women in various positions.

"What girl would degrade themselves like this?" She turned her eyes to the screen, trying to stomach the site. She could never understand how women put themselves out here on sites like these, for the entire world to see. She scanned the site rapidly with her eyes, somehow managing to find the search bar. She clicked it and moved her hands to the keys, stopping for a split second, hovering her fingertips over the keyboard as her heart started to pulse. "No…my baby wouldn't…she knows better, I raised her better…"

Her daughter didn't have any reason to go into the porn industry, not in Sam's mind. She had a huge and loving family, they always gathered on holidays and would always have various exciting activities. Sam had five aunts and five uncles, two sets of loving grandparents, a happy household, there was no way she'd throw that all away! Sure, one of her aunts died several years ago, the whole family was depressed about that, but that wasn't a reason to go into the porn industry, was it?

Pam chuckled to herself when she thought about how unique her family was. She was the third youngest of seven children, each had a name that began with one letter of their mother's name, Juniper. The girls were as such: Janet Lewis, Umika Daniels, the one who was adopted, Nancy Baker, Isabel Patillo, Pamela Puckett, Erica Rogers, and Rebecca Daniels, who had never married. Rebecca passed away in 2004 in a terrible car accident, colliding head on with a drag racer. When Pam met Dave, he was stunned to see a family so large, especially when he only had one sibling, his sister Maggie. Isabel had only been seventeen when their son, Gregory Patillo was born, he was one of the few relatives that hadn't gotten in trouble with the law at some point of time, and had a music degree, playing the flute almost perfectly. He was born in 1977, the oldest of Sam's cousins.

Pam clicked the enter button absently, still thinking about her family. Most of the relatives that had been in trouble with the law were not in trouble for anything serious, and it was only a few of Sam's uncles. Their reasons were for things such as drunken driving, getting into fights with people, not necessarily at brawls. The uncles were deathly protective of their family, and anyone that insulted their relatives, they would beat up. Carmine Patillo was the worst for it, but he wasn't in the law, he was just a part of the Italian Mafia. Nobody spoke of it, though, but he wouldn't hurt his family. Ever. Everyone was very loving of one another. Another point she recalled, since the family was so large, she and her sisters had made a pact on just having one child each. Though, it was great when she had twins, everyone rejoiced then, it made her the only one to have two children. In fact, everyone was supposed to be having a get together next weekend, they were all looking forward to it.

Her thought process was interrupted when the screen showed off several links with thumbnails next to them. She gasped softly when she gazed at the first image. Her hand cupped her mouth as her eyes danced over the picture and her throat burned with the bile. Her heart grew in intensity and she felt as though she were about to have a heart attack. The first image was of her daughter, involved in what looked like bondage. Her hand hit her chest and she quickly shook her head. "Please…please let that not be what I think it is…no…"

With a shaky hand, she clicked the video and it began playing. It was a twenty minute long shot. Pam gasped as she watched a man, a total stranger, walk up to her daughter and kiss her roughly. What broke her was that Sam was kissing back. Her eyes stung with tears that drenched her cheeks and soiled her shoulders. Shaking her head rapidly and clenching her chest, she screamed louder than she had ever screamed in her life.

She took a deep breath and as the video played, she continued to watch with growing anxiety. She couldn't bear to watch and kept turning away, but turning back, praying that it wasn't her daughter that she was seeing. She knew well enough not to lie to herself, but she didn't want to believe what was right there. She sobbed and placed her other hand to her chest, clenching her eyes shut and shaking. "Get your hands off her…please, stop touching my daughter…" Whenever Sam moaned, Pam screamed. What had she done wrong? Where had she gone wrong? "I-I thought I raised her better. I thought she was happy. Why would she…"

Ten minutes in and she could see a white fluid dripping down Sam's leg. Her eyes widened and she instantly turned off the video, unable to see any more. She held her stomach and tried hard to fight the burning sensation inside, but she couldn't. She tore herself from the chair, knocking it to the ground and broke for the restroom, making it to the toilet in time.

She gripped the toilet edge firmly with her hands and fell to her knees, sobbing hysterically. Slowly she curled into a ball on the ground. "My baby…my baby…my baby…" She shook her head rapidly, trying unsuccessfully to quiet the panic attack she was falling into.

"Pam?" A voice called out. Pam's eyes widened, recognizing her oldest sister, Janet's voice. She'd forgotten that Janet was coming over to help cook a chicken. Pam clenched her eyes shut and sobbed louder. She was going to be so proud of that chicken, Sam and Melanie would love it, it was going to be the perfect dinner: Lemon Pepper chicken with a side of rice and macaroni. "Pam, where are y-oh my god!" Janet saw it, Pam forgot to close out of the window. She must have seen the video. "Pam, now listen sis, where are you? Don't do anything drastic…"

"I'm in the bathroom…" She could barely talk, she could barely breathe. Hell, her vision was blinded by the tears. She could only feel when her sister rushed into the bathroom and knelt beside her. She was glad Janet was here, glad that she just lived a few blocks away and she could be here. Janet helped her to sit up and started wiping her eyes with a rag she grabbed from the sink. Thinking fast, she stood and grabbed one of the Dixie cups, filled it with water, and brought the cup to Pam's mouth.

"Here, take a deep breath and drink some of this, okay." Pam slowly nodded as Janet tipped the cup upwards. She felt the cool liquid beckoning her lips and parted them, letting the water enter onto her tongue and travel down her throat. It soothed the burning in her mouth, and seemed to have a calming effect. After a minute, Janet placed the cup back on the edge of the sink and hugged her sister. Pam sobbed lightly on her shoulder and clenched her eyes shut.

"Does my daughter hate me, Jan? Did I do something wrong to her? Did I treat her poorly? Did I screw up? Your daughter may be a tattoo artist, but she would never do…do…"

"I know Pammy. I don't think she hates you, and you've done nothing wrong…where is she now?" Pam sniffed and slowly shook her head, unsure. Sam said she was at the movies, but what if she wasn't? If she lied about that, if she lied about what she'd been doing, how many lies were told? What truth was there? Were there any truths? Did she really know her daughter at all?

"She said she was at the movies, but I don't know…"

"Okay, so let's call her." Pam swallowed hard, feeling the bile threatening to rise up again. She slowly pulled her phone from her jean pocket and started to dial, but her hands were shaking far too much for a successful dial. She closed her eyes and whimpered, her body shook again.

"We…we need to make the chicken. My babies need food. We need-" Janet placed her hand upon her sister's hand and smiled slightly. Pam looked into her eyes and took a deep breath. She couldn't do it, she couldn't call Sam. "Will you call her for me? I…I don't know what to say…"

"Gladly, I bet she'll be happy to hear from her favorite aunt." Pam smiled warily as Janet took the phone and dialed her niece's number. She watched her older sister anxiously as her right hand fiddled with her collar. "It's ringing…" Ringing? Pam knew her daughter well enough to know that Sam always turned her phone off when she went to the movies, she never forgot that. After a few more rings, it went to voicemail. Janet frowned and Pam's eyes fell downwards. Janet straightened herself up and cleared her throat. "Sam? This is your Aunt Janet. Your mother needs you right now, so if you're not at the movies…please come home." She smiled slightly and stood up, helping Pam to her feet. "We could really use your help with the chicken, seeing as how you're learning so much from Valerie as far as cooking goes. So give us a call, Pam is worried sick about you. Love you Sammy, bye…" She hung up the phone and held Pam's arm to keep hear steady.

"You couldn't get a hold of her?"

"No, would you like me to call Dave?"

"No, I don't want to bother him at work…" Pam's heart jumped, she wanted her husband there right now. She needed him, and Janet could see that.

"Pamela, I know you too well. You need him, don't you." They walked out into the living room and Pam fell onto the couch. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what she wanted. Janet moved over to the computer and stared at the screen. She couldn't believe Sam would do such an incorrigible act. It was one thing to have sex early on, Isabel made that mistake and was pregnant at seventeen, but to have sex and put yourself out on the internet for the world to see was a whole other ballgame. "This site…Jesus…"

"Am I a bad mother?"

"No." She looked back at Pam, seeing her weeping into her hands. It broke her heart. No mother should ever have to deal with this. Her eyes trailed to the phone in her hands and she let out a small sigh. Work or no work, she was going to take care of her sister and her sister needed her man with her.

Lieutenant David Puckett, sat in his office, tapping his desk with worry. Janet had just called him, asking him if he could leave work a bit early, that his wife needed him. She'd informed him that he may want to take a look at the porn site that he was investigating and kept putting off for other, more important cases.

Thinking with a steady and steadfast hand, he did so. One of the first links that he saw was of Samantha Golden, the same link Melanie had just got done watching. He pressed his lips together firmly and clicked the link, he thought he'd seen it all. What were Janet and his wife upset over? Then he saw it.

David's eyes grew large and his face pale, there was his daughter, having sex with a random man. In the background, there was Carly with her boyfriend. Anger spiked inside of him as he saw the man whose hands were all over his daughter. He wanted to tear this man apart, to destroy him.

He gripped his coffee cup firmly and brought it to his lips, sipping it gradually. He continued to watch the video with no expression. Ten minutes felt like an eternity for him, and he was suffering through it. Why would Sam get involved in this? His eyes shifted over to Carly's and he narrowed them dangerously. He never cared for that Carly girl, always thought she might be bad news, but she never did anything wrong. Until now. Just when he thought he'd seen everything there was to see, something always ended up hitting him from the side, slapping him in the face.

Had he become a failure as a father? Was Sam not intending to go to college like Melanie? And what of sweet Melanie, would she be corrupted by her own sister? David closed his eyes and groaned when he heard Sam's moans. He couldn't explain what he was feeling, it was a mixture of disgust, anger, betrayal, and even hatred, but not for his daughter. Hatred for that man, hatred for Carly's boyfriend, and even Carly herself.

Once the video ended, he shut off his computer and rose up, grabbing his coat from the chair and putting it on himself. His mind was reeling. How long had Sam been doing this? She may be eighteen now, but she looked far too experienced to have been doing this for just a mere month.

Sweat dripped down the side of his face as he thought of his daughter having done more videos like that. He closed his eyes and breathed out his nose, letting his mustache hairs scatter slightly. He didn't want to think about how sick he was feeling, he could only think about the fact that his wife needed him and she needed him now.

He left the office where his officers looked at him with concern. He looked at them with tired, but angry eyes, and cleared his throat. "I'm going to be gone the rest of the day. Scotty, you're in charge." His second in command gave a firm nod and David quickly walked out of the building. He needed to remember to investigate that site more later, to find out just what his daughter was doing behind his back.

Pam was still on the couch, watching the kitchen blankly as her sister went back and forth from checking on the food and checking on her. Janet sat next to her and placed her hand on Pam's, looking sadly into her eyes. Pam hadn't said a word for the past half hour, she didn't even seem to acknowledge Janet's presence. "Pam dear, should I call Annie over so she can entertain you with some of her art?" Pam always loved to see her niece's work. Annie was into more than just body art, she was an art major, and sold many paintings. Only, Pam didn't react, it was as though she didn't even hear her sister's words. Janet gave a deep sigh and closed her eyes, she was really trying, and she wasn't going to stop now. And where was Melanie? She was the one who contacted Pam, maybe she was still with Freddie, trying to overcome her own shock.

The front door opened and David came rushing in. Janet looked up and Pam continued to stare emotionlessly ahead. "Pam? Pam!" He hurried to her right side and took her hands, looking into her eyes for any signs of life. What was he going to tell her? What was he going to do? He couldn't just have his daughter arrested, she wasn't under legal age anymore. "Pam, I'm here." Pam blinked and slowly looked at her husband. Her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks swollen. David cupped her cheek with his hand and his eyes softened.

"David, I didn't want to bother you at work…"

"Something like this comes up, and I don't have a problem with leaving work early. I need to be with my wife when she needs me, and you need me." Her eyes watered and she leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

"Our daughter…she's on a porn site…"

"I know baby, I know…" Janet stood from the couch and smiled slightly, dusting her hips off. David looked at her with gratitude, thankful that she called him when she did.

"David, did you get ahold of Melanie on the way from work?"

"Yeah, she and Freddie are with his mother right now. She's hysterical, Marissa's calming her down but doesn't know much about what's going on. She should be heading home within the hour. Has anyone been able to reach Samantha?" Janet shook her head and David's throat clenched up. Pam choked up and shook her head.

"Should she be allowed to the family get together next weekend?" Janet raised her eyebrow and David shrugged his shoulders.

"We will deal with that bridge when it comes, Pam. First…I think we all just need to relax. Okay?" Pam nodded and Janet gave a small smile.

"Agreed." Janet walked over to the front door and shut it gradually, not wanting to leave it open for bugs to get in. "Dave, Pam, I think it would be best not to bring anything up to Sam tonight." The two looked at her, concern filling their eyes. Janet placed her hands on her hips. "I'm just saying try to enjoy dinner, and rest before confronting her." She wasn't asking them to be understanding, even she couldn't understand what was going, but she at least had the calmest head right now. She wanted them to clear their minds, if at all possible. Chances were slim, however, that they would last the night without something coming up.

Janet's a bit of the calm voice in this chapter, but even she knows that she's lying to herself. Dinner tonight for them will probably go to hell, there's no escaping that fact.