Chapter 9
Sam POV
The next morning I woke up to find Freddie working on something on the computer. He was reading things on the screen and looked worried or upset.
"Freddie, why are you here so early?" I asked him not sitting up. He jumped a little when I spoke, he looked at me and then back to the screen and minimized whatever he was looking at.
"Oh umm, I woke up really early this morning and I couldn't go back to sleep." He said closing his laptop screen.
"What were you looking at before?" I asked him.
"Oh nothing just reading an email." He said fake smiling.
"Fredweina, usually I don't care about your life but an email about what?" Freddie paused before he said anything. It looked like he was debating something in his head. Finally he said,
"Your mom." I laughed at the comment thinking he was joking and when I saw he wasn't laughing I said,
"Wait are you serious?" Freddie nodded his head. "Well what about my mom?" He stood up and took a breath. He paced for a second, walking around the side of my bed and said,
"Sam," He sat down on the side of my bed and when he sat I sat up to be level with him. "Your mom she…" he paused and I saw his eyes have hurt and hatred in them. He looked down and then around the room trying not to tell me the news.
"Go on." I blurted out nervous and anxious for what was to follow.
"Sam, your mom doesn't think she can take care of you because of the accident and she disowned you." I was shocked. My own mother disowned me? After everything I had done for that woman? She was such a coward. She couldn't even get the nerve to come see her own daughter in the hospital? I couldn't speak; I didn't know what to say; nothing I could say would make me feel better. I felt abandoned. Used. Neglected. "Can I talk to her?" I said with my voice shaking with hurt. Freddie looked down and shook his head.
"When the police went to tell her what happened to you she packed up your house and left. Nothing left behind. We have no way of contacting her and the police have not been able to track her." I fought the tears. I don't cry. But my own mother… I shook my head and looked around the room. What was I going to do? Who was I going to live with?
"So what happens now?" He looked at me and said,
"I do have a bit of good news. Once Spencer and Carly heard what your mom did they immediately said you can live with them." I smiled a little knowing that I was not a hobo. "Also, doc said you can leave the hospital tomorrow, but we do have to stay down in Hawaii a little longer because he wants to follow you on your progress." I grinned bigger knowing I was going to get to go back to our beach home and away from this white pit of boringness. When Freddie saw me smile, he smiled back at me. After a moment of happiness Freddie became serious and said, "Sam, I am really sorry about your mom." I looked at him and said,
"She was never a true mom to me. There were days I would come home from school and she would be so drunk she couldn't even remember my name. She never made me dinner or told me she loved me…" I paused, thinking back to what happened with my dad and about my mom before then. I paused and became more upset. "There was a time though, when I was younger, that my mom was just like any other mom. She drove me to my friend's house, took me to school, tucked me into bed, and told me she loved me every night. After my dad left, something snapped inside her; I never saw my true mom again." Freddie looked at me with disappoint in his eyes.
"I had no idea Sam, I'm so sorry." I shrugged my shoulders.
"What's done is done." Before I could even look up Freddie pulled me into a hug. I hesitated from surprise and then wrapped my arm around him. I felt a single tear fall from my left eye and went to wipe it away, but could not reach it with my right arm.
The rest of the day I spent with Carly and Freddie just hanging around watching TV. Because I was not allowed to do anything else it was majorly boring. Around 3 o'clock I saw Carly get a text from someone and smile. She looked at Freddie and slightly nodded her head and then Freddie smiled. I was confused and did not understand what was going on. The hospital door was closed and I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Carly shouted from the sofa across the room. When the door opened it revealed a tall person with spiked hair. Gibby.
"Gibby?" I asked in delight. "What are you doing here?" I asked him as he came over and gave me a hug.
"You didn't think I would just sit at home and let my webmates get all the attention did you? I mean nothing is a story without Gibby." When he said Gibby he said it like GibAY. I laughed and he sat down next to Carly on the sofa while Freddie was sitting at the table next to the TV stand.
"So are ya feeling Sam?" Gibby asked me getting comfortable on the couch.
"I'm doing alright. I've been better." I said. Everyone chuckled and then Gibby turned to Freddie.
"How you doing Freddie?" Freddie looked at him confused.
"Good?" He answered not sure what Gibby had asked him in the first place.
"I just thought with everything going on with the iCarly fans hating you, you might be feeling a little down." Carly looked over at Freddie who looked over at me who I looked at Gibby and said,
"What do you mean the iCarly fans hate Freddie?"
"Haven't you guys checked iCarly since the last episode?" Gibby asked. We all nodded our heads and Gibby continued, "Freddie, every comment on there is a hate comment towards you."