CHAPTER 4
Mrs. Benson is crying too loud to speak therefore; Sam asks the Doctor if they can see him.
She puts on her best I am a good girl and I just want to see my friend act.
The first part was wrong, but the second part was true.
"Sam god you could have freaking killed me!" he says angrily standing and grimacing.
"Oh please Fredward, you run like a girl I knew you wouldn't fall that harshly."
The door slamming harshly echoing throughout the room loud enough for her to wince… The seriousness in his tone and the pain that laced his voice. She thought she was just imagining it that little Fredward had a simple skinned knee.
She was wrong, guilt crawls around inside her like spiders laying multiple eggs, there going to crawl out and eat her whole.
"Yes you may." he says they turn to leave "BUT no loud noises and not too long he needs to sleep." he adds his tone stern like a principle scolding a student.
"Yes sir." Carly says in her polite tone she elbows Sam.
"Ok…" She answers. "Anyone got any food I'm starving." she says, as a façade inside she would not be able to eat if she tried.
They make it to Freddie's room, he is laying in his bed his skin is pale and in contrast with his brown hair.
His brow is scrunched in pain and he is sweating.
When they get in the room, Mrs. Benson turns to Sam.
"What do you mean this is all your fault?" Her tone as icy as the inside of a freezer.
"I put water on the stairs he fell." Sam replies she is shocked when she feels a sharp sting on her cheek.
Mrs. Benson just slapped her harshly upside her face, the weak looking woman has a good hand it leaves a raw mark on her face.
She looks down clenching her fists not holding back tears but anger.
"Mom? Why did you do that…?" A pained voice asks…