Too much violence. ONE F word warning :D. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 3

Signs

The world was a spinning wreck. It spins, going round and round, tearing apart time, pushing it back, losing it. As a new day past, no two days were the same. There were special days, there were terrible days, and there were days that were just right.

The world showed no mercy for those who were left behind in time, caught back in the past. It just kept right on going.

Time waits for no one.

Freddie POV

"Way to go Fredwart," Sam shouted at him. Guilt written all over his face. Sam looked like she wanted to punch, squeeze his neck, to kill him.

He gulped.

"I'm sorry Sam," he said. Sam was seated on a bed, a cast over her left ankle.

"What's the use of saying you're sorry, I have a broken ankle because of you!" she shouted at him.

Irritation passed through him and his eye brows twitched.

"That was because some idiot decided to wrestle with me," he said.

"Well you should have landed properly!" Sam shouted at him. Freddie was about to say something but he stopped,

He looked at her long and hard.

Sam had jumped on him during physical education and wrapped her arms around his neck. He had choked and cried out in pain, but the girl wouldn't stop. Carly had tried to stop the fight but failed to do so. During the scuffle, Freddie had tripped and was about to fall head first onto a cemented pavement. He knew then, that this fight would end badly. He would probably end up dead, or be in a coma. Just as he was about to bade his old life good bye, he felt Sam strong arms pulling him up, felt her fall forward. Felt his legs tangling up in hers; saw her stumble and then landing on the thump on the ground.

Freddie then landed on her. There had been an instantaneous crack and then a deep welling silence.

"Well you kinda brought it upon yourself," he said, before blushing and rubbing the back of his head, "But yeah…thanks for saving me."

He was embarrassed.

"Saving you," Sam snorted, "I wasn't saving you."

Freddie raised an eye brow, "Then what do you call that?" he asked.

A light breeze blew into the sick bay, the curtain drifted a little, the evening sun rays from outside entered the room slightly, casting an orange glow onto Sam.

Freddie felt his heart beat faster. Sam was red, completely red in the face. She was blushing.

Was she embarrassed?

"Sam, you're red," Freddie muttered.

"Shut up, it's just the sun set!" Sam said. Freddie burst out laughing and Sam punched him in the stomach. He doubled over crying out in pain. He accidently touched her ankle and she screamed.

"Why can't I leave the two of you alone for just a minute?" Carly said walking into the room, Freddie pulling Sam's cheeks and Sam pulling his hair.

"Cause she's a demon!" Freddie shouted.

"Cause you're a nub!" Sam retorted. Carly went in between them, pushing the two away.

"Oh keep quiet, both of you," Carly snapped.

"You meant shut up," Sam told her.

"I was trying to say shut up in a nice way," Carly retorted.

"Eww, that's so sweet…and girly," Sam replied.

"And that's why Carly is more loved than you," Freddie told Sam, jokingly. As he said that, he noticed Sam's lips twitching, noticed hurt in her eyes. He blinked, and Sam was same ole Sam again.

He frowned. Did he see wrong? Did Sam look vulnerable for a moment?

"Ok, stop bickering," Carly said annoyed, before moving over to inspect Sam's leg. "Does it hurt?" she asked Sam.

"Oh, not much," Sam answered, "Until Fredwart decided to put his hands on it."

"Hey-"

"Quit it!" Carly shouted, "Both of you. Let's try to be sensible people here."

She took in a deep breath and turned to Sam.

"I called your mom," Carly told Sam, "She told me she was coming to pick you up."

"What!" Sam exclaimed, "You told my mom!"

Freddie frowned when he noticed a brief expression of panic pass Sam's face."Why can't Carly call your mom?" he asked her. Sam was hesitating, and the more she did so, the more worried Freddie got. He remembered the incident the night before, where she had held his hand…calling for her father. Her soft, small hands in his…trembling slightly.

"Nothing," Sam scowled, the angry expression she always wore back on her face again, "I just don't want to trouble my mom."

"You have an injury…I highly doubt your mom would blame you." Carly said, "And besides you were hurt because you were trying to save Freddie."

"Oh my god, Carly, just shut up!" Sam exclaimed. "And wipe that smirk off your face Fredwart!"

"Whatever you say, Bucket," Freddie smiled.

Carly POV

After Sam broke her ankle and was sent to the medical office, Carly had left Freddie and her alone to call her mother.

"Hello Mrs. Puckett," she greeted the woman who had answered on the other end.

"Who are you?" the woman snarled at the other end. Carly frowned. The woman's voice was slurred, harsh.

"Carly, Carly Shay," Carly told the woman who snorted.

"Oh, my daughter's best friend, yeah, what do ya wanna?" she said.

"Who is that honey," a man's voice sounded over the line. Carly heard Sam's mother screaming at the man and she winced. "I'm having a private conversation so keep your mouth shut!" she shouted at the man.

"I was just asking," the man said, his voice filled with anger.

'Well just shut your trap!" Sam's mother shouted back. Carly's eye brow twitched.

"Mrs. Puckett, Sam's hurt," she said. There was a tense silence at the other end. "Hurt where?" Sam's mother said hesitating.

"She broke her ankle during sports class today."

Carly could have sworn she heard the woman sigh at the other end.

"Oh…that's it…ok; I'll come pick her up later."

Carly winced as the woman slammed down the phone. "Well that was unpleasant," she thought to herself. Carly had never met Sam's mother personally before, never even talked to her personally. Sam never really wanted to talk much about her, and now Carly knew why.

The woman was nuts.

A very angry woman…now Carly could see where Sam got her aggressive behavior from.

"Hurt where?"

Carly remembered Mrs. Puckett's uncertain voice and she frowned.

"What did she mean by that?" she whispered.

A strange horrifying thought waffled into Carly's mind and she shook her head.

"No, it can't be," she told herself.

Sam is fine…if Sam had problems she would tell Carly.

After all…no secrets…right?

Freddie POV

"Hello Mrs. Puckett," Freddie stuttered at the tall woman who had just strolled in. Wearing sunglasses and a very skimpy dress, she walked into the room, stumbling. She smelt of booze and sweat. Her short spiky blonde hair sleek, unlike Sam's unruly curly long one. Her eyes a bright green…unlike Sam's bright blue ones.

The woman walked passed him without even acknowledging him.

"Sam," she said, walking over to Sam's bed. Freddie noticed Sam tensing when the woman called her name.

"Mom," Sam greeted the woman.

"Let's go home now," the woman said.

Carly frowned when the woman too ignored her.

"Come now Sam," she shouted at Sam who struggled out of the bed, hobbling towards her mother. "Mrs. Puckett, I think Sam needs support!" Carly called out to the woman. Freddie eyes Sam who was now looking at the ground, not looking at any of them.

She stumbled forward about to fall on the ground when both Carly and him caught her.

"Come on, we'll help you," he told her.

"I need no help from a nub," she snapped at him.

Freddie ignored this, and Carly and him half carried, half walked towards the blue car that was parked outside the school. The car looked pretty old and run down, the woman was already seated inside. When she saw Sam, she rolled down her window.

"Oh come on Sam, we haven't got all time, I've got a date with Mark today!" she shouted at her. Freddie had a horrible feeling in his chest when he heard that. A feeling of anger and hate for the woman who was shouting at Sam.

And something else…something he could not place.

They placed Sam in the car and bade her good bye. Sam gave them a weak wave, before shouting at her mother to get the engine started.

He wanted to stop her…wanted to stop the car…however he didn't, all he did was stood there in the parking lot…looking like a nub that he was.

"You know Freddie," Carly's voice sounded beside him. Her voice trembling. He turned and wasn't shocked to see tears rolling down Carly's eyes.

"I shouldn't be saying this…but I hate Sam's mom."

"I…can understand."

Sam POV

The drive home was a long and silent one. Her mother had been drinking again and Sam could see it. Whenever she drank, she became unstable, her emotions all over the place.

"Why did you agree to fetch me, mother," Sam snapped her mom who swerved dangerously. Sam winced as her broken ankle hit against the door.

"Because if I didn't then the authorities would take you away from me," her mother answered. Sam winced again when her mom turned a sharp bend.

"Why afraid that there might be something wrong?" Sam asked.

"Sam, I don't need your smart comebacks, I have a headache, so please just shut up!" her mother screamed before cursing at a driver who she had just narrowly avoid bumping into.

Sam slumped back into the seat, closing her eyes.

The day's events rushed back into her head again and a tiny smile appeared on her face when she remembered Freddie's thanks. His red blushing face.

Now why did she remember that…?

She wanted to hit herself.

The car jerked as it came to a halt, and Sam realized that she was back home. She scowled when she saw Mark on the porch, smiling at the both of them. "Welcome back!" he exclaimed.

"Oh my, what happened to your ankle?" he asked Sam when she saw her hobbling out of the car. He started to chuckle.

"Oh he changed alright," Sam thought, "While I'm in pain…all he can do is laugh at me."

"Mark get in, I don't want the neighbors seeing you," Sam's mother shouted and pushed the man inside the house. Sam hobbled in after them.

"Why? Are you ashamed of me?" Mark exclaimed. His fat bulging stomach jiggling up and down. Sam wanted to gag again.

"Well…yes," her mother answered.

It came unexpectedly. The man punched her mother across the face and she fell to the ground gasping in pain. His eyes were filled with anger and yet he was smiling. Sam felt cold shivers going up her spine.

"You didn't change one bit," she yelled at the man. Her mother who was squirming under her feet winced when he stepped on her again.

"I did change!" he shouted, walking towards Sam and grabbing her by the shirt, pulling her close to him. "Your mother just puts me down all the time!"

"That's because you're fucking messed up!" Sam spat. The man shoves Sam into a wall, slamming her into it. Sam raised her arms and punched him full in the face. He doubled over, clutching his bleeding nose. "YOU!" he screamed.

Taking Sam by her shoulders and kicking her broken ankle, he threw Sam out of the main door; she landed on the porch, her ankle throbbing in pain. He slammed the doors shut and Sam heard him hitting her mother again.

There were screams, and shots, and then there were plates crashing onto the ground. There were scuffling and slamming and then screams again. Sam lay on the ground, her hands pressed over her ears.

"Shut up," she whispered. "Just shut up."

She remembered Freddie's face…Carly's comforting voice…and then Freddie's blush as he said thanks,

"Dammit," she whispered.

There was a loud crash again, Sam curled into a ball.

For the first time in her life, Sam wanted time to end.

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