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A/N: Sorry about it kinda being a wait, school just started. But anyways, I hope you all enjoy. Please review, I love feedback :D

Chapter Two

Sam released the brunette slowly but held on slightly. "Carly, what happened?"

Carly swallowed hard and bit her lip, tears flowing out of her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She started shaking furiously again, and stood in Sam's arms. The blonde realized she wasn't going to figure it out soon, so she decided she'd simply try to make Carly feel better.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs. You look like you need some nice cozy pajamas." Sam said smoothly, taking the brunette's hand and leading her up the staircase. The blonde felt Carly grasped tightly and lace their fingers together, clearly not wanting to break the connection. Finding Carly's room in the darkness Sam opened the door and turned on the gummy bear chandelier. The room lit up with all of the things the girl loved, and Sam was hoping it might help a little. The brunette held tighter onto Sam's hand. She eventually brought herself to the bed and curled up in a ball.

Sam grabbed some pajamas and a tank top for the helpless girl and placed them on the bed. Sitting down next to her she felt Carly immediately grab her hand again. Sam felt her face heat up slightly and turned to face the other girl. "Carls, sit up, please? I need you to talk to me." Sam pushed, trying to be gentle but blunt at the same time. Carly sat up and pulled the blonde into another hug.

Sam was starting to get frustrated. Carly hadn't said two words, and all she was doing was crying and holding onto the blonde tightly. This was horrible and difficult, but Sam was having a hard time truly sympathizing without knowing what had happened, or what was going on.

Sam pulled away and tilted the brunette's chin upward. She held it there for a moment. "Please, Carly."

Carly stared into Sam's eyes, the pain visible in the brown orbs. Sam's heart was breaking at every moment. The brunette swallowed hard and blinked furiously, the memories clearly bringing back tears.

"I...he..." Carly muttered, shaking her head and taking a deep breathe in. She was clearly struggling to find words, but the brunette seemed to be lacking all sentence structure.

"Just...let the words flow." Sam whispered as the brunette pulled her back into an embrace.

"He hurt me." Carly said so quietly in the blonde's ear she thought it was not real. The blonde felt a lump in her throat and attempted to swallow it down.

"How?"

The brunette kept pulling away. Sam realized that Carly clearly didn't know what she wanted; to hold onto Sam to feel the human comfort or stay close to look her in the eye to see her reaction.

"We were sitting here, on his bed, like this. And we started holding hands." Carly subconsciously grabbed the blonde's hand again. "Then he kissed me. I let him kiss me once, before I backed away, saying how I couldn't do it because I was with Freddie.

"But he didn't care. He kissed my neck and I kept telling him to stop, but he just kept sayin' stuff like, 'It'll be okay, I promise, nobody's gotta know,' and he kept going down, down, down..." Carly's eyes filled with tears, as she started breathing quickly again.

"Sh, sh, it's okay." Sam soothed her, rubbing Carly's hand with her thumb. Carly caught her breathe again.

"He...he backed away for a second, and I thought it was over," she confessed quietly, the tears flowing down her face, "and I was about to leave when I noticed he had taken his pants off, and was pushing me back onto the bed.

"Before I knew it, he had taken my belt off, then unbuttoned my pants, and pulled the zipper down..." Carly choked. Sam felt the anger burning up inside of her, and she felt her face become hot. The brunette started crying hysterically again.

"I'm sorry." She sputtered out, her tears flowing so fast they were starting to stain her shirt. "I-I just can't...I don't..."

Sam pulled the girl close, holding her head into her shoulder as the poor girl sobbed her heart out. The blonde felt short of words- the fury inside of her almost like a rock in her throat.

"Sam? Say something." Carly told her, the words sounding desperate. Sam suddenly pulled away from the hug and stood up. "Sam!"

"I'm gonna beat the shit out of that plush loving faggot." The blonde muttered under her breathe, putting her shoes back on which had somehow come off.

"Where are you going? Carly jumped up as well, standing in front of the door.

"I'm gonna rip his head off."

Carly stood with a strong stance in front of the door way. "Sam, no, please, stop."

The blonde attempted to shove the girl out of the way, but Carly grabbed her hand. "Please, I'm begging you, don't talk to him."

Sam stared with cold eyes. All the life was sucked out of them. How could he do this to such an innocent girl? "Move, Carls. Seriously."

"Seriously, no."

The blonde heaved a sigh. "I swear to god, Carly..."

The brunette paused for a moment, her lips opened slightly, staring intently at the blue eyes. Sam took this opportunity to squeeze through the small gap Carly failed to cover, and bolted through the hall. However, she felt herself being tugged by the back of her shirt, and she felt impact with the wall behind her. Carly had pinned her against the bricks.

"Sam, please." Carly begged, the hope in her eyes was gone.

"Tell me why you went there in the first place." Sam snapped, her body shaking with anger and frustration. She wasn't going to let that freak get away with hurting her Carly.

The brunette seemed taken aback by this question, but she didn't let her guard down. Letting her thoughts come out as a careful sentence, she said, "I needed someone to talk to, and I couldn't talk to you," she bit her lip, "or Freddie for that matter."

"Oh shut up about Freddie." Sam blurted out suddenly. The anger inside of her was coming out, about everything that was hurting her. "You don't love him."

"How would you know how I feel about my boyfriend?" The brunette questioned, narrowing her eyes.

"It doesn't matter about that," Sam quickly changed the subject, "answer my question."

"Answer mine first."

"Because, Carly," Sam felt her arms slide down her side, "you never loved him before. You always told me how annoying you found him when he liked you, and how you sometimes wished he wasn't around. You always told me how you'd never date him, and even after he saved your life and I knocked some sense into you, you were so glad I did, 'cuz you realized it would've been a mistake. You seem so much happier with me than with that loser, I don't know why you're with him in the first place, because half the time I see you at school, you're unhappy."

Carly blinked for a moment as the tears still fell down her face. "Now, answer my question."