Paternal Bonds
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I keep it simple.
A/N: Thoughts in "Italics" and regular speech in "Regular font." Only applied if in quotes.
A/N: By the way, everybody is 26 in this story, except Spencer who would be older. I doubt he'll be mentioned much. Please read this regardless of their age. It will all make sense, I promise. They have to be this old in the story.
A/N: Yes, I'm double posting, but merely because of circumstances this weekend that may prevent a post, and this chapter is really more connected to the last.
Chapter 11 (The Phone Call)
"Freddie Benson is calling?" Gibby asked with a raised eyebrow. "How?"
"Maybe he found Jeremy's number," Valerie said with a shrug. "After all, that's the number Hector gave to that old lady in Arkansas in case Freddie ever got smart and decided to try and find Hector."
"It's suicide," Nevel said with a laugh. "He's throwing it all down the toilet, and for what? Sam?"
"That would be the case, probably," Gibby stated. "That bastard has wanted to find her for how long? He's the biggest threat, that's why Hector is so close to with him. Forget that shallow actress and her attorney brother."
"It is Freddie!" Sam exclaimed. "Let me talk to him! Please, just let me talk to him! I want to hear his voice!"
"Shut up bitch!"
"Actually let's humor her," Valerie said with a smirk. "Let's put the cell phone on speaker so she can hear his voice. No talking though, or we will hang the connection up." Sam nodded, she wouldn't speak, but she would listen. She had to know if he was really looking for her. Jeremy flicked on the speaker and Freddie's voice chuckled from the other end.
"Do you think you can fool me, Jeremy?" Freddie asked. Everyone stared at the phone in shock. "You think I can't recognize that stuffed up voice of yours? I know I couldn't have gotten a wrong number, after all this is what that bastard Hector gave to that lady."
"Freddie, is that you?" Jeremy asked with a grin. "It's been so long, what was it, ten years?"
"Yes."
"So, what made you call?"
"Who do you think?"
"Well, you must be calling an old friend."
"Anybody want to explain that video?"
"What video?"
"I think you know the one I'm talking about. As for who made me call, it was Hector, Sam and Angie."
"Who's Angie?" Sam thought as she pressed her back against the door.
"Who's Angie?" Jeremy asked.
"My daughter, adoptive daughter." Sam blinked and Jeremy raised his eyebrow. "Well okay, maybe not my direct adoptive daughter, I'm working on that once I talk to the girl's mother. Oh, and another thing, I found the bones of a five year old male child a couple of miles from my mansion. Does anyone want to explain why the hell there was a dead body there?"
"Wait, what?" Jeremy looked over at the others, Nevel sighed and rolled his eyes.
"A few years ago, Jeremy," Nevel stated. "Remember the small boy that died and was dumped on the side of the road."
"You're going to pay for that," Freddie said with narrow eyes. "You're going to pay for what you've done to her."
"Who's that?"
"I think you know who I'm talking about Jeremy, oh and it's nice to hear your voice, Nevel."
"The sarcasm in your voice is duly noted," Nevel said with narrow eyes.
"Any other surprises for me? Is she pregnant again, does she have another little girl or boy? If she does…that child better not have the same fate as the first."
"Don't worry, she's not pregnant," Gibby said with a laugh. "Though her sick bastard of a father may be tempted to go for it again."
"Gibby, you're there too? At this rate…why are you even there?"
"Payback for all the things Sam has ever done to me, and if you were smart, you'd want a piece of her as well."
"Shut the hell up, asshole! There is no way in hell that I would stoop to your levels!"
"That's your choice man."
"So let's talk old times," Jeremy said with a smirk. "What's been happening lately, what have you been up to all these years?"
"I'm the owner of a company, I'm a writer and a film critic," Freddie stated with a flat tone of voice. He obviously didn't care so much to talk about that stuff. "Carly became an actress."
"Of course she's not a good one, right?" Gibby said with a chuckle.
"Valerie, you're there as well?" Valerie hadn't said anything, but of course Freddie knew she was there, everyone did. Secretly she was hoping the plans would work.
"Yes, so have you married yet, handsome?" Valerie asked.
"No, I am not married. If I was, my wife would be by my side and her daughter would be my blood daughter as well." Sam's eyes darted back and forth, from what she was hearing, it sounded like Angie was her child. "Did I mention that the name Hector Puckett really seems bad off. Why are you nuts supporting that bastard?"
"It's simple, Freddie," Nevel said as he crossed his arms. "We hate Sam. So, we torture her daily, in the last ten years, Hector has assaulted her three times."
"Mark my words," Freddie said through clenched teeth. "You bastards will pay for that."
"Oh but we're not afraid of you, Freddie," Nevel stated. Freddie smirked on his end of the phone, he let out a small chuckle and Nevel raised an eyebrow.
"Not afraid of me? You vile nut jobs should be afraid of me, I'm not just someone you can overlook. You know the situation you all are in, do you not? You're standing in my way, I'm going to find Sam, I'm going to personally destroy Hector and you damned stool pigeons are all standing in the way of my goals. Trust me, you do not want to be in the position that you are in."
"Come on, it's not like we are killing the girl in there," Jeremy said with a slight shrug.
"It makes no difference what you're doing to Sam, as long as you're doing something bad to her, then you're being placed in my line of vision. I just want you to know, that it doesn't matter what you say, if you continue with what you're doing, I will have no choice to bring you down just as hard as I take down Hector. My hatred for him is already running deep, so I don't think there'd be a problem of me despising his little flunkies."
"We are not his flunkies!"
"Yes, you are definitely what I'd call his little flunkies. In fact there's several words to describe you people, I'm sure you don't want to hear them, and as sure as I am that Sam is somewhere near you, I don't think she'd want to hear them either."
"Heh, there is nothing that bitch hasn't heard," Nevel said with a dark laugh.
"Let me talk to her."
"Hah! Now that's a laugh."
"Nevel, let me talk to her."
"Yeah, that's going to happen."
"If you don't let me talk to her, I can make sure you're going to get just as badly messed up as Hector. If you do let me talk to her, I can make sure that you don't get as brutalized. I'm sure you don't want to make me angry, not to deny the simple fact that you've already been doing that."
"Fine, he wants to talk to her, let him," Valerie said with a frown. She wasn't going to deny Sam the right to talk to Freddie. "Please Freddie, get her out of here." Secretly she hoped that Freddie would get her out, even that 'Traitor' from before. "Sam, you have a visitor, sort of. Don't reveal anything, or you're going to get some worse torture from everyone tonight." She had to make it sound harsh, but it was true.
"There's nothing you can do to me anymore," Sam said bitterly.
"What was that?"
"There's nothing you can do to me that my dad hasn't already done. There's nothing left for you to whittle and chop away."
"Oh but there is!" Valerie narrowed her eyes and smirked. "That is the very little hope that you're going to be rescued by anybody." Valerie opened the door and placed the phone in the room for Sam to talk.
"Freddie, Freddie is that you!"
"Yes, Sam, it's me," Freddie said quietly. "Sam, what have those bastards done to you?"
"Torture for ten years, what's happened to you?"
"Sam, I'm going to get you out of there, I promise you."
"Did they show that video?"
"What?"
"My father had raped me again and they filmed it without my knowledge. I found out after it happened."
"Nobody saw it, but I promise you that won't happen again. Sam, stay strong, I know you can, you're tough. You just have to wait a little while longer, until we find where you're at…"
"Okay that's enough!" Valerie said as she took the phone.
"No!" Sam exclaimed.
"What? You talked to him, that's all you needed to do. Besides, he's going to die anyway, after being tortured a few hours."
"What? What are you saying?" Valerie smirked and crossed her arms.
"That kind old lady that lives in Arkansas, she's just one of the many people that work for Hector Puckett." Sam's eyes grew wide as Valerie held the phone in her hand. "Say bye, bye to him, Sam." Valerie looked at the phone and frowned. "Man, back when I dated him, he was such a loyal person. Not to me though, to you and that shallow actress. It's almost sad to think that as smart as he was, he had to fall right into Hector's trap."
"What!"
"Oh, like you didn't know. The hotel manager would say he had no idea and he'd go find the old lady in Arkansas, since that's the only thing he can find. When he gets there, she will have a few big, burly men there to shoot him down. Then he gets thrown in a cell to be tortured for, maybe a day or two before everyone gets tired and kills him." Sam's eyes went wide as she heard gunfire coming from the phone.
"No! Freddie!" Valerie chuckled and closed the cell phone.
"Oops, lost the connection." Valerie glanced at the cell phone and heard Sam start to sob lightly. "Freddie, stay alive."
Oh, so there's already been a traitor from Hector's group, I wonder who it was. Freddie's been captured, no! stick around. Oh yeah, I just wanted to make sure no one came out hating Valerie...for reasons that I can't explain.
