Paternal Bonds Shattered

Disclaimer: Do I need to say it? I don't own iCarly

A/N:

Chapter 6 (iCarly Disbands)

The time had come to say goodbye, Sam was dreading this moment for far too long. She and Jeremy made their way through the halls of Bushwell. Jeremy was clenching her arm tightly, but she was too afraid to try and run anyway. "Please let me go Jeremy, I won't run," Sam begged nervously. Jeremy held his stern expression and narrowed his eyes. She could see he wasn't about to let her go. "Please Jeremy, I won't run. You're hurting me."

"Just shut up," Jeremy said under his breath. They stopped by Freddie's door and Sam looked at it mournfully. This was the last time she'd ever pass this place. She wanted to die, she just wanted to die. Why should she live after this? Why did they hate her? Jeremy and Sam entered to see Spencer asleep on the couch. The two walked up the stairs and Jeremy stayed at the top of them while Sam walked to the door. She couldn't take this. She stared in the door and tears ran down her cheeks, she hesitated while watching Freddie and Carly one last time. "Get a move on."

"Give me time…please…"

"Go." He growled threateningly and she quickly entered. Carly and Freddie looked at her with surprise, she was horribly beaten. Freddie started to move towards her, but she flinched and closed her eyes, looking away.

"Sam, what's the matter?" Freddie asked as he slowly set the camera down. He was very concerned for her. She hadn't been in school all day and for her to be late for iCarly, it was just unheard of. Something bad had to have happened to her. "Are you okay?"

"Freddie…" She slowly walked towards him and gripped his shirt tightly, sobbing as she buried her face into his chest. Carly looked at her friend with concern and started to walk over. Freddie was the only one Sam trusted not to hurt her now. After what her father had done to her, it was hard to trust anyone. "God I'm so sorry Freddie. I'm sorry."

"Sam?" Carly asked as she lifted her hand and started to touch Sam's shoulder. Sam lifted her head up and shrieked, jumping back immediately. Carly frowned and Freddie pressed his lips together. Sam spotted an envelope on the chair and saw it was from some director. Maybe Carly would have a good life. She wouldn't. Sam bowed her head and sobbed.

"I-I'm leaving. I can't stay here anymore."

"What do you mean? Where are you going to go?" They had iCarly to do, Sam couldn't go anywhere yet. Not only that, they wanted to find out why Sam looked like she was in so much pain.

"Yeah, sit down for a minute," Freddie suggested quietly. Sam quickly shook her head. She didn't have a lot of time as it was, she needed to say goodbye to them quickly. After this, iCarly might be over. She felt so guilty for it. She wished desperately that things could be different.

"I can't, and I can't tell you where I'm going to be." They might be killed if they ever found out. Carly and Freddie glanced at each other with great concern, what the hell could be happening? "I love you both very much. I don't want to leave, I don't, but I don't have a choice either. All I can say is goodbye…forever…"

"What are you talking about!" Sam winced at the raised voice and Freddie quickly felt bad for that. "I'm sorry, it's just…Carly and I don't know what's going on. Why can't you tell us? Why are you crying? Why are you hurt? And forever…that's a long time, you know." They had plans together, and now Sam was going to disappear? It just didn't seem right. "Sam, reconsider…"

"Sam, we got a letter from a famous director," Carly said with a sad smile. "You and I have the opportunity to go to Hollywood!"

"I hope you take that opportunity, Carly," Sam said quietly. The tears never seemed to stop. Carly frowned as Sam quickly turned around. She needed to go now, or she'd never leave. "It's best that you forget about me. Forget about me and never look back…I'm sorry. Freddie, I want to kiss you, but…" Her fists clenched up and she shook her head. "Have good lives."

"Sam?" Freddie asked confused. Sam stood there a moment, crying silent tears. She needed to be strong, somehow she had to become stronger. She quickly left the room, leaving Carly and Freddie in shock. It was too painful for her, she just couldn't deal with this anymore. She met Jeremy at the tops of the stairs and grabbed his shirt.

"Please just kill me, Jeremy. Please…Please…" She fell to her knees and started sobbing. Jeremy rolled his eyes and grabbed her hair, jerking her upwards.

"Come on, let's go," Jeremy said spitefully. Sam continued to sob as she and Jeremy went into the elevator. They rode it down and met up with Hector outside. "You're never going to see Bushwell Plaza again, you're never going to see Ridgeway again, so you may as well kiss everything goodbye."

"I hate you!"

"Yeah, I know you do, but I don't give a damn. Get in the car." Sam sobbed as they pushed her into the backseat. Hector got in the driver's side and Jeremy entered the front passenger. "All right then, Hector. Gun it."

"I can't believe you're with him, Jeremy!"

"Yeah, well we're going to teach you a valuable lesson that you won't forget. You've been treating people like shit, it's about time you learn what happens when you treat others like the scum of the earth." Sam frowned and looked down, she had been told it was too late for any apologies.

"I have to go console your mother," Hector said with a frown. He was going to drop Jeremy and Sam off at the house. Victor wanted him in one of his designated mansions within the week. He was getting a million to start off with.

"You're slime!" Sam shouted at Hector. She hated him, she hated everything about him. She was afraid of him though, she wanted him to leave her alone. "I want my mom."

"Yeah well you're not getting her, so shut up!" Sam whimpered as Hector pulled in front of Victor's house. Sam gasped and shook her head as Jeremy got out and started pulling her from the car.

"No! I'm not going back in there! I can't go back in there!"

"Shut up and get in there!" Sam winced and fell to her knees. Jeremy jerked her up and started pulling her inside the house. Hector sighed and shook his head as he drove to Amy's house. When he arrived, he found her sitting on the couch amid a bunch of used tissues. She looked up at him, her cheeks tearstained and her eyes reddened. Hector frowned and sat next to her, placing his arm around her shoulders. They had really been trying to find Sam. "I'm sorry Amy, there's still nothing."

"You said you were watching her!"

"I was. It's like I said, she went to the bathroom and I never saw her after that. I even had one of the female employees go in to find her."

"And they didn't find anything at all?"

"No, I'm so sorry." Amy cried and buried her head in his chest. He sighed sadly and rubbed her back. She knew she felt something was wrong, how could she let Sam go? "We're searching everywhere." He knew Victor had planned on paying the police chief off somehow. That would keep the fuzz off his trail. Amy lifted her head up and looked at a photo of Sam. God she missed the girl already.

"Do you really have to leave in less than a week?" She wanted him to stay and help her look for her daughter. Hector frowned and slowly nodded his head. He placed his hands on her shoulder and looked directly into her eyes.

"They're going to find her Amy, don't you worry. They will find her."

"I want my Sammie back so badly, it hurts."

"I know it does, I know." Hector hugged her close and closed his eyes tightly. Amy sniffed and looked up at him.

"Maybe whoever has her…is treating her nicely." Hector smiled sadly and nodded, giving Amy the hope that her daughter wasn't being cruelly treated. He didn't feel any guilt whatsoever, but he would give Amy as much sympathy as he needed.

"You know I'm here for you. I'm doing the best I can until I have to move. You know, boss man's relocating me."

"I know." She blew her nose and tossed her tissue into a nearby trashcan. Hector sighed and started placing the other tissues in the trash as well, Amy was making a mess. "Hector. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it, Amy."

"I'm going to find her. I'm going to find my baby girl." Hector raised his eyebrow as Amy wiped her eyes. "Whatever it takes, I'm not going to rest until I've found her."

"That's the spirit, Amy!" What Hector didn't know was that Jonah had followed him from Bushwell to Victor's house and here. He saw what they were doing to Sam, and he didn't like it. Jonah glared at Hector through an open window.

"Some 'prank',' Jonah thought angrily as he turned away and narrowed his eyes, he'd been tricked and he hated it.. He had to help Sam, he needed to get her out. He wasn't going to sit here and watch as they tortured her. Hell no. "Okay Sam, I'm coming for you. I'm getting you out of there." He quickly walked towards his own car, running his plan through his mind.

And that's that chapter. Hector's over there consoling Amy, and Jonah's planning on getting Sam out. Let's see what happens.