I know I said that Sam's eighteenth birthday was in two days, but I changed it to a month after she moves in with Carly and Spencer. This chapter was the result of my boyfriend being home from the army, he's stationed in VA and I live in WA. We had a horror movie marathon which probably wasn't a good idea since now my paranoid self can't sleep. Anyway this chapter (and some following) may seem like there's some Seddieness, but this is still a Spam fic. The Seddie parts are strictly a brother/sister relationship and nothing more, however I do enjoy the pairing very much. Read and Enjoy! Thank You to my followers and reviewers!
Chapter Four: iHave Been Found
About five weeks later….
Saturday 6 PM
Eighteen. In my eyes it was the most beautiful age in the world. And in six hours I would be the happiest person on the planet. No party, I told Spencer that at all I wanted was to be with him, Carly and Freddie. So instead of a real party, he turned the event into a countdown. I hadn't been feeling well all that morning Saturday morning, but now, I was right as rain. Which seemed like an appropriate statement considering the amount of rain that was flooding the busy Seattle streets.
I sat at the kitchen island with a glass of Wahoo Punch in front of me when someone knocked on the Shay's door and was instantly followed by Freddie entering the loft.
"Hey Fredweird," I greeted cheerfully; it felt terrific to insult him after months of not wanting to.
A smile grew on the tech geek's face and he hurried over and I was nearly knocked to the floor by his hug. I could hear Spencer and Carly in the kitchen laughing at what was probably a hilarious sight.
"I've near been so happy to hear you call me that!" he held me at arms length, face glowing.
I didn't mind Freddie's enthusiastic greeting. It didn't surprise me all that much. He had been there for me months ago, just after my mothers' marriage and before I was given a key to the Shay's loft.
Swearing under my breath, I pounded again on Carly and Spencer's door with no result. Where were they at six in the evening on a Sunday night?
As if on cue, the door behind me opened and there stood Freddork.
"They went out to dinner," he told me without me having to ask.
There went my chance for food, I sighed, disappointed, "Oh."
I turned to leave but Freddie caught me arm, "Hey, are you alright? You look exhausted."
He was right, I was. My world was slowly sinking away. My head spinning around in circles like an over active carrousel. Tired, hungry, desperately wanting to give up all the hope I had left. I could feel my legs shake and my knees give out, but I didn't have the strength to stop myself from hurling toward the floor.
But Freddie did. I could barely acknowledge him catching me before I hit the ground and being pulled up into his arms, cradled like a child. When did the tech nerd get so strong?
My back hit cushions and I figured he'd place on the couch. I opened my eyes to confirm that I was correct.
"Sam? Sam, answer me. Are you okay?" he demanded repeatedly until I grunted in reply.
"Yeah, just a little light headed. I haven't eaten since I stole your cheeseburger on Friday."
A flash of concern flooded his face, "Why?"
For some reason, I didn't want to lie to Freddie. The goof was like my brother, we fought, but deep down we always cared about the other. "My mom left Friday morning to see my aunt, so she left me with Mark. But he's different when she's not around. He drinks, cusses, and gets really angry. Everyone knows how much I eat and he actually cleaned all the food from the cupboards and put a pad lock on the fridge. On top of all that he went through my room and took away all my tools and food."
"Why didn't you just come over to Carly's yesterday?" he asked.
"Mark wouldn't let me out of the house. Today I got smart and slipped a few of my moms sleeping pills in his drink when he was in the bathroom. I waited until he was passed out and came here."
Before I knew it, Freddie had made me dinner and even sent me home with stuff to hide in my backpack.
That had happened three weeks after my mom remarried. I started to spend most of my time at the Shay's with Carly and Freddie or alone with Spencer helping him with a sculpture. About two weeks after telling Freddie, Spencer gave me my own key, claiming I was over so much he might as well. He knew something was wrong, but didn't know what. Until now.
I smiled at Spencer and he returned it with love and I jumped down from the stool and went to Spencer who placed his arm around my waist. Just six more hours. My mother had called three weeks ago, she had tried to give me my freedom early by emancipating me, but I had no job to support myself and Spencer was already a guardian for a minor. And now, Mark had classified me as a runaway. And cops always believed the high city lawyer above the jobless woman. If I was caught with Spencer, he would be tried for harboring a runaway. Tomorrow, Spencer and I would go straight to the police station and file a restraining order.
"Well what are we waiting for?" Carly exclaimed. "Let's get on with that horror movie marathon."
The scent of popcorn fused through the loft, made by Carly, Spencer always burned it as it never failed to catch on fire. By 6:30, the four of us were sprawled out on a variety bean bags and cushions in the iCarly studio.
8:00pm
"Well that was lame," I said, picking up my empty cup I stood and stretched, "I'm gonna go get some more soda.
Naturally, Spencer asked, "Want me to come?"
Before I could answer, Freddie was on his feet, "I'll go with her, I want more too."
Spencer nodded and got up to put in the next film, hopefully this one would actually be scary.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs the lights flickered, the storm outside raged like a child with a tantrum, the lights flickered again and then all power in the apartment was gone.
"There goes our the marathon," I muttered, scrambling my way over to the shelf to grab a flashlight when a strike of lightening briefly illuminated the room and outlined the silhouette outside the apartment's main window.
I screamed, dropping the flashlight that I had just grabbed and attempted to bolt into the opposite direction, but I pulled a Spencer and tripped over edge of the couch. Freddie helped me up quickly and pulled me into the kitchen out of sight.
"It's him, Freddie," I wept into his chest, "My step-dad."
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