She's Lost- He messed up. He didn't understand just how but he had to fix it before she was gone forever.

Carly's POV:

As soon as heard that Sam hadn't hurt anyone I knew something was wrong. That's why I made Spencer turn the car around. I shuddered and I knew something bad was happening.

Spencer and I ran up the stairs expecting the worst. We didn't expect enough.

"Ahhh!" we screamed.

Freddie was now cradling Sam against his chest and there was throw up all over the floor next to them. Freddie was crying. Sam's shirt was stained at the sleeves with something dark red. There was a metal wall with four cuffs. The cuffs were crusted in dried red. Sam was shuddering and trying to push Freddie away. She couldn't push him hard enough and then she just stopped struggling and kept shuddering violently. Her face was covered in dark purplish blotches. The whole time she kept mouthing words.

"Freddie! What did you do?" My voice cracked. Sam never looked so vulnerable.

"I swear I told you everything! I don't know what happened." He started crying and collapsed onto Sam.

Spencer grabbed Sam and put her in the spare room we had that Sam had actually decorated her style. We called Ms. Benson in and fortunately she didn't ask anything. She saw Sam and went straight to work. She actually started to cry with the rest of us. How would we have told her that Freddie, her baby, had done all this?

"C-c-carly?" I ignored the jerk. "I'm so, so sorry. So, so sorry." That's it! I snapped.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him roughly into the studio. He looked around him and fresh tears started to fall again. Yeah, that's right. See what you did.

"Oh, so you're sorry? Tell that to the unconscious Sam downstairs, Freddie!"

"I didn't do anything!" Yeah, like I would believe that. Would Sam do that to herself voluntarily?

"Oh really? Then prove it!"

"I will," he stopped for a few seconds, "I left a camera recording so that I could show Sam later."

"Oh." Of course I knew that it wasn't Freddie's fault. He wouldn't hurt a fly intentionally. Not even Sam would do this. I really wanted to know what happened but I was terrified. How could something like that happen? I now knew why Freddie had started to talk to me. He wanted to know but he couldn't, can't, watch the video alone.

"Maybe your mom should see this too because she should see what she has to fix."

Freddie nodded. "Spencer too. She's like a little sister to him."