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Chapter 10:

Freddie POV:

Carly, Sam and I were in the ICarly studio lying on our usual bean bags watching a movie. Carly and I haven't said one word to Sam about what had happened, mostly because she would change the subject each time we tried. Sam seemed to go back to her old self and was able to eat again; that we knew wasn't going to be a problem. Every since she went back to herself she has kept Carly and I occupied and watched almost every movie that Carly owned. It was about five in the morning and my eyes were half way opened and I couldn't concentrate on what the movie was about, just like the two movies she made us watched. I looked to my right and Carly was sleeping. I didn't mention anything because if Sam were to see her, she would yell or go to the bathroom and come back with cold water. I rather have one of us to have some kind of sleep. I looked at Sam. Her head was leaning on her hands on the bean bag and her leg was up like a little six years old. My back was against the bean bag and I dropped my head on the top of it. I was staring at the ceiling till I felt a vibrate feeling under my leg. I lifted up my heavy head and took a glance under my leg and found Sam's cell phone. I picked it up and took a quick glance at the cell phone. It was Adrian. I rolled my eyes and almost groan. Why wasn't he dealing with all of this?

"Sam." My voice dragged. She didn't pay any attention to me. "Sam." I tried again. I look at her and her focus was on the TV. "Sam!" I yelled louder. I quickly looked at Carly to see if I disturb her but she didn't move one bit.

"What nub?" she yelled almost in a threat tone, I ignored it. I honestly didn't care. The worst she could do is knocking me out to sleep. I waved her cell phone in her face. She snatched it away from me and looked at it. Her eyes change suddenly but it wasn't a clear emotion. I couldn't distinguish what was going through her mind. The moment her eyes changed, it changed right back in a blur. She threw her cell phone against the room without reading the message. I looked at the cell phone in concern. I watched Sam as she try to find a better position to place herself. I sighed and dropped my head back on the bean bag.

"Why aren't you watching the movie?" Her voice was quiet.

"Because Sam, I'm so freaking tired but all you want to do is watch a movie at five in the morning!" My voice sounded harsher then I intended. I looked at her and she looked slightly upset but her eyes were on the TV as if I didn't talk. "I'm sorry, but what am I honestly doing here?" I looked back to the ceiling.

"Nobody is going to stop you anymore, you can go." She said flatly. I moved my head to look at her and again her eyes were focus on the TV. The TV now seem like it was more of a distraction then enjoyment. I sighed. It didn't seem like a good way of leaving even though I was dearly tempted. She kept her eyes there but once she realizes that my eyes were locked on her face she looked at me.

"What?" She snapped.

"Sam, if you need me to stay, I will." I offered.

"I don't need you Freddie. I don't need anyone." Her last phrase came out more as a whisper and her eyes looked away from me. I watched her for a second and then I went back to my original position and thought about what exactly what I wanted to do. I had the urge to ask her a specific question that I feel disturbed to ask for some reason. Before I could think through it I suddenly blurt it out.

"Why aren't you with Adrian?" I regret the moment I said it. Her face dramatically changed and had a dark look to it. Her face slowly turned pale. I needed to hurry and correct myself. "I meant as …aren't you guys still together?" Wow, Freddie, you have the way with words sometimes. "I mean….

"Why don't you shut the fuck up and mind your own damn business, okay?" She yells. I couldn't say anything. I just nervously nod my head like a stupid person. As I suspected, Carly moved around next to me.

"What's going on?" Carly voice was hoarse from the sudden awakening. I looked at her and she was looking around as if she didn't remember where she was.

"Nothing, I was just about to leave." I stood up and grabbed my jacket.

"Wait, What?" Carly seemed confused and looked at Sam. I begin walking towards the door. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm and it turned me around. Carly was in front of me and it was dark under her eyes from the lack of sleep. I could only imagine how I was looking right now. "Something happened. Why are you leaving?" Carly asked.

"Let him go, I didn't want him to be here in the first place." The movie must have ended because Sam was taking the DVD out and replacing a new one.

"That's exactly why I'm leaving. There was no point of me trying to help her. She didn't want me here the moment she saw me." I protest.

"That's right." Sam smirked from the back of the room. I tried to walk away again but Carly grabbed a hold of me again.

"Wait."Carly looked away from me and looked at Sam. "What is your problem Sam?" Carly lightly took her hand off of me. "We both stayed up all night and watch dozens of movies that I actually personally hate and you treat Freddie like this? I don't know what happened but the old Sam would never do that. I think you should apologize. "

"What? So you guys think I have changed? I didn't do anything. Freddie obviously didn't want to be here so I didn't stop him from leaving. I didn't think that was a crime." Sam defended. "I don't understand why I have to apologize."

"Seriously Carly, I'm fine. I'll go home and lay down on my bed and sleep." the thought of that made my brain hurt. I was craving that dream so bad.

"No Freddie." She looked back at me and back to Sam. "I'm waiting Sam." Carly waited impatiently.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Sam glances back between Carly and I. She stormed towards the door. Before she past me, she stopped and turned to face me. "I'm sorry, happy?" I didn't say anything, mostly because I wasn't asking for an apology. She stormed out and I was left to look at Carly. Carly already had her hands on her face. She growled really loud showing her frustration. I went up to her and hug her gently and rubbed her back. After a second she walked throughout the room pacing around.

"Do you think that was stupid of me?" She looked at me with concern. I shrugged. "I didn't mean to make it so demanding, especially at her worst time but I'm so tired and my brain is killing me that I obviously can't think." I nodded as I knew exactly how she feels. "Freddie." She called.

"Yes." I answered.

"I want to go to sleep." she complains. I laughed as much as I could with the energy I had left. Carly did the same and laughed with me.

"Me too." I agreed.

"Maybe I should go and talk to her." Those words rolled off her lips but I barely believe any of them. She looked like she could faint and her eyes looked heavy.

"Its fine Carly, I'll go talk to her on my way out." I assured her. Her eyes lighted up and she smiled.

"Really, you would do that for me?" I nodded my head. "You guys won't have any problems right?" I shook my head. She sighed heavily. "Thank you, you are a life savior." She went up to me and kissed me on the cheek and walked away. I didn't know how I should take that kiss but I couldn't think of it too hard. I walked down the hallway opposite from Carly's room. I usually passed the bathroom to go downstairs but something caught my attention. I heard the sound of someone sniffing their nose. I walked to the door and placed my ears on the door and hear the sound of sobbing. I knocked on the door.

"Sam are you in there?" A response wasn't sent back. I knew it had to be her since Spencer would reply back. "Can I come in?" I didn't hear anything still. "Sam." I dragged. "Can I come in?" I said it louder. She continued to ignore me. I opened the door and found her standing up looking down at her a dark, fresh, bruised legs and a wet towel against it. She was wearing shorts that she didn't wear before now. She looked up at me.

"Get out!" she yells and tries to go up to the door quickly to close it in my face. I stopped the door from closing and leaned my hip to the door to help push it open.

"Sam, let me help you, you can't avoid it." I talked to her through the door.

"I don't need help….What did you see?" I can hear the struggle in her voice as she tried to close the door on me. I replayed the image I saw. I sighed. I let go of the door and the door slammed shut. I listened to the silence to see if Carly or Spencer may have been woken up. The apartment was still silent and I focus back on the door.

"Sam, if you didn't want me to see anything, I didn't. I promise I won't tell anyone but you have to talk to someone sooner or later. You are seriously in a situation that needs to be fixed." I explained.

"Don't try to help me. You and Carly just believe that everything is so easy to deal with and is going to be fixed as soon as you talk about it. No, Freddie my whole life is a fucking problem. If you want to try to fix that then you can try to go back in time and try." She snapped.

"I know, I don't know anything about you. I'm still a friend though." Her response was slower than usual. "If you want me to leave, then tell me." I can feel the drowsiness entering my body. She didn't respond once again, and my only option was to leave. I started to leave and I hear the creak of a door. I turned around and the light shines the hallway. I walked back and the door was wide open and found her sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I walked in and closed the door behind me. She was still wearing her shorts still but her legs were close tightly only making me see a little of the bruises. I sat down against the door. I waited patiently but even waiting patiently has their limits. She didn't say a word for about a long five minutes.

"Well, do you want to start by talking about what happened?" I helped. She didn't pay any attention to me. "Sam."

"What Benson?" Sam cut me off. "Do you want to hear my life story or something? Is that what you're expecting out of me? Because if it is, you're wrong." She said coldly. I sighed.

"I'm not telling you to tell me anything you're not comfortable of telling me." I said calmly. "You don't need to be scared to tell me anything but I figured you did want to try talking since you invited me in here.

"Maybe I was bored." She pointed. I thought about it and it didn't make sense to me. She was trying to hide the fact she needed someone's help.

"Maybe but maybe not." I shrugged and went along with her. She growled. She didn't talk for about another ten minutes. I closed my eyes occasionally. After a while it was her voice that flipped my eyes back open.

"I watched my father beat my mother when I was a child." She started. I looked up at her and she was playing with her hair. "Melanie and I would always run to our closet and hide and sometimes play some games to tune out the hits and yells that came from the other room. Sometimes Melanie would ask me to sing because she would fall asleep peacefully." She smiled as she goes back to her childhood memories. Her smile disappears though. "One day we were robbed. Many things were burned and things were stolen. Things Melanie and I loved were gone. We knew it was my father. He was gone as well as the things." I saw tears form in her eyes but she blink the form of water away. She sighed. "After we moved to Seattle, my mom soon became neglectful. She barely left us food in the refrigerator. To make it worst after years my dad thought he could bring his face around again. Melanie was obviously at border school. He said he came back because he wanted our forgiveness and that he was a different person. I didn't believe him, but it was hard to keep that attitude when someone constantly shows love and affection towards you. I thought he cared. When I let my walls down, the bad memories relived themselves again. My father came home drunk and found my mom with another guy that he knew about and started picking a fight with him. When he sent the guy away, he started to beat my mom. I have grown so much from the last time this crap happened. I did what I only could do, I called the police. When the police came and arrest him, he said that I betrayed him and that he was going to come after me. I didn't think I was affected by the fact my father wasn't there but I notice I gotten violent and I say thinks more threatening than usual, but I can't control it." She looks up at me and tears were rolling down her face and I was taken by surprise by the tears, because her voice didn't express them at all. "I'm sorry Freddie; I never meant to ever hurt you. The fact you were a guy I felt that you would leave and hurt me. I hated that you and I got close because I was scare that I would lose you. I'm scared to lose anyone. My Dad, Melanie, My mom, they all left me. I'm alone." She begins wiping her tears away, and I didn't know exactly what I should do. I got up and sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulder.. "My problems kept coming, thoughts of suicidal soon were getting to be an easier answer but then I met Adrian." Surprisingly she started to smile. "I met him one of those days I ditched school. I was wandering in the park and he saw me and begins talking to me. He then continuously asked me to ditch school to meet him. We became really close and he was the best thing that happened in my life. Somehow I trusted him and we suddenly became a couple, I thought maybe I lov-…" She stopped and looked down to her legs. I waited for her to proceed but realized that she ended it. There was a long silence between us and I knew they were an unanswered question that wasn't told in her story.

"Sam…How did you get those bruises?" I finally asked. She shook her head and seem like she was in denial. "Sam?" I tried again. She begins crying and cried harder each minute that went by. I was confused and I just sat there for a moment. The thought suddenly popped in my head. Anger suddenly creeped up on me.

"He did this to you didn't he?" I yelled. I stood up. She grabbed my wrist to try to control me.

"Freddie." She said calmly, but her face was filled with wet tears.

"Sam, did Adrian fucking hit you?" She just looks at me.

"Please Freddie." She begged. I snatched back my wrist. I couldn't even process the situation in my head and my brain was hurting for differences reasons. I ran my hands through my hair.

"Just answer the question Sam." I tried to sound just as calm as she was.

"Yes Freddie he did." She sounded irritated.

"Why the hell did he hit you?" I yelled in her face without being aware I was.

"Because he raped me, he hit me while he was raping me!" She yelled back. Silence filled the air afterward. I couldn't stay here any longer. I left the bathroom with Sam calling after me. I ran to the studio and grabbed Sam's cell phone. When I turned around I was facing Sam again. I pushed her to the side and ran down the stairs. When I was in the hallway, I stood there and close my eyes. I breathe in and out trying to control the mix emotions that was in me. I opened my eyes and I flipped Sam's cell phone and found his name.

To Adrian

Meet me at Richardson Park. I need to talk to you.

I flipped the cell phone shut and started walking out of Bushwell Plaza.

Yeah I know, I know. This took longer then I planned. I was in color guard and trust me that take all of your time. I'm trying to be better about updating this story but I have homework and other things that distract me. Today I started thinking about it and decided to update it. I'm sorry. Please review. Hopefully it doesn't seem like its rushing. Also sounds somewhat realistic. Please review. I love reviews! Thank you guys for the review with the previous chapter. Love it!