Chapter10

Sam snuck into her house quietly, making sure her mother didn't wake up and see her.

Her mom didn't know she was pregnant, didn't know it was Freddie's. She had no idea where her daughter had been everyday. Her mom didn't care.

Sam grabbed a soda from the fridge and headed into her room. She grabbed the suitcase from her closet and started packing. She stuffed almost everything she had. She made sure her favorite stuffed animal was packed. Yeah, Freddie would laugh or think she was stupid. But she always had a plan. It was for the baby, obviously.

Sam ran a hand through her hair, suddenly craving pudding. Too bad she only had pudding at school. She sat down on her bed and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

Sam came home after school thinking that her mom wouldn't be home. Too bad she was. Sam only wanted privacy, only wanted to kick herself out on her own. She'd stay with Freddie, her, the baby, and Freddie. They'd be a happy family.

"Sam, is that you?" Her mom yelled angrily from the living room.

Sam gasped and, not realizing she had been bawling like a baby, cleaned up her face quickly. "Um, yeah, it's me."

Her mom stomped into Sam's room and gave her daughter a dirty look. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." Sam said quickly, trying not to sound super innocent. She tried adding an attitude to her voice but she knew that'd only get her in trouble with her mom faster.

Her mom smirked. "Why aren't you hanging out at Carly's or whatever?"

"Carly's not in town." Sam lied. She wanted to make an excuse for being at her house. Anything that would get her mother to leave.

Her mom was eying her suspiciously, staring at her in a weird way. "Sam, are you sick or something?"

Sam's heart picked up but she kept a straight face. "No, why?"

"You seem... jumpy."

"Jumpy? What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, her bitchiness coming out in heaps.

Her mom's eyes got big and she stared, wide-eyed, at Sam. "Are you... pregnant?"

"Mom, why... why would you think that?" Sam stuttered, freaking out inside. If she had people in her brain, they would be screaming, throwing papers everywhere, and running in circles.

"You seem different, Sam. You know... the baby bump really gives it away."

Sam's eyes shot down to her stomach. Sure enough, she was sporting a very small bump, unnoticeable to anyone who didn't stay at her for a full minute straight. "How did you..."

"I was pregnant once myself, Sam. A mother always knows."

Sam glanced back up at her mother, afraid of what she would say to Sam. What if her mom didn't want her anymore?

"Keep packing, Sam." She turned and walked towards the door. "I want you out of here tonight. Don't bother stopping by again."

"Mom, please." She begged, getting to her feet. "Don't kick me out. I-I need you!"

Her mom laughed. "Yeah. If you needed me, you wouldn't have gone out and gave yourself to some loser."

She flinched at her mother's hateful tone. She wanted to yell back that Freddie wasn't a loser. But that wouldn't do any good at all. It would only make her mom think even less of her. And how far down could she be thought of?

Her mom rolled her eyes and started toward the door. "I'm not leaving anymore tonight. I'll know if you don't leave."

Sam collapsed back down on her bed, crying. She laid there for a while, bawling. What was she going to do now? Her mom wasn't willing to love her anymore. How could she have not seen that coming?

Sam finished packing the rest of her stuff and she crawled out the window. Her first story house came in handy quite a lot. She tossed her bags out and pulled her phone from her pocket. "Freddie? I need you."