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Plane Crash Dreams

Freddie jumped back from me, clutching his chest, "Oh my God! I'm sorry!"

"How long have you been here?" I demanded, glaring at him.

"N-Not long…" He stuttered. Liar.

"Freddie!" I shouted, jumping up from the sill and grabbing him by his shirt collar before shoving him against the wall, "How much did you hear?"

"All I needed to hear!" He exclaimed, pushing me off of him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I spat.

He re-adjusted his shirt, "You lied to me."

"I didn't lie… wait… what are we talking about?" I was confused.

He exhaled noisily, "The bruises, Sam. I heard you telling Melanie what each one was from. Why did you lie to me? I could have helped you!"

I gritted my teeth, "Nobody can help me, Fredward. Especially not you."

"Sam!" Freddie growled, "From what I heard, you need it!"

I narrowed my eyes on him, "You don't understand."

"No, you don't understand!" He shot back, "How can you have sex with your father and expect everyone to be fine with it?"

I was taken aback and I froze, "What?"

"That's what you told Melanie!" He continued, "That you had bruises from 'the sex'!"

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, "Freddie, you're so stupid."

"How am I—" He began before I pulled my shirt up to reveal my stomach.

Freddie gasped and cringed at the sight of my body. I turned slightly so he could see my back as well, but then pushed the hoodie back down, flattening it around my torso carefully. When I lifted my gaze to stare at Freddie, I could tell he felt guilty. The look in his brown eyes made me want to stop, but I continued regardless.

"Do you really thing all of that came from having sex?" I questioned, clenching my fists, "Because, if you do, you really need to get your brain checked, Fredwad."

"B-But… when you were talking to Melanie… you said—"

"Forget what I said," I frowned, "I didn't willingly 'do' my dad."

"Wait… willingly?" Freddie thought on this for a second before yelling, "Holy crab, Sam!"

I rolled my eyes, "Yep."

"He… you let him… Sam!"

"I didn't let him do anything!" I shouted on the verge of tears, "He made me! I didn't want to do it, Freddie!"

"Sam…" He whispered before walking to me and wrapping his arms around me.

I rejected his embrace at first, but the more he held me, the more I wanted to be comforted. Finally, I rested my head against his chest and cried into his T-shirt. Freddie didn't say a word, but it's not like he needed to. The fact that he was here holding me spoke volumes. When I looked up at him, I could see that he was crying too. His gaze met mine, and the sadness in his eyes almost broke me. Freddie may be a dork, and I may pick on him a lot, but I've never seen him so hurt.

"Freddie," I whimpered, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head and held me tighter, "You don't need to be sorry."

"No, y-you weren't supposed t-to know." I shivered.

He smiled sadly at me, "I would have figured it out later anyways, right?"

I smirked, "Yeah, dorks like you are usually smart like that."

Freddie didn't get mad about my comment, he only held me closer to him. Our eyes met once again, and he moved his face closer and closer to mine. I lifted my chin and we were inches apart. My eyes closed as I felt his lips brush against mine. His were soft, like the petals of a flower or something. Not like my dads, his were rough and they hurt and…

"Be good, Sammy." He sighed, kissing me on the lips forcefully.

I attempted to push him off, but he held me down with a deviant's smile on his face. He kissed me again, and this time I almost vomited straight into his mouth.

"No!" I shouted, ripping my lips from Freddie's and holding my head, "Come on, don't do this!"

"Sam?" Freddie said in shock, "You okay?"

"I can't…" I stuttered, shivering, "He… It makes me think about… Him. I'm sorry."

I wrapped my arms around myself, hoping to get warm. But I feel so cold right now, like I'll never be warm again. Freddie wasn't moving from his spot a few feet away, and his eyes were trained on my face. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and lowered his head.

"Sam," Freddie said finally, "We… you need to tell someone."

"I told you," I frowned.

"I mean like a cop or someone—"

"No!" I shouted, "No, I can't! You don't understand what he'll do!"

"Sam, you can't keep that bottled up inside forever!"

"Like I already said, you and Melanie both know!" I shot back.

Freddie threw his hands in the air, "You can't go home to that! What if he does it to you again?"

Oh, Freddie…

"You already missed that train, Idiot!" I cried out, wiping my eyes.

"You're kidding me, right?"

I shrugged, "Would I lie about this?"

Freddie turned pale and leaned against the wall, "I-I don't feel so good."

"Really?" I asked sarcastically.

He glared at me, holding his head with his hands, "I'm serious, Puckett."

"Here," I trudged over to him and helped him sit down, "Just take deep breaths, it'll go away."

Freddie sat on the floor, breathing in and out, staring up at me the whole time. Finally, he got the color back in his cheeks and seemed okay again. He stood up again and stared at me incredulously.

"What?" I asked.

"How did you know what to do?" He asked quizzically.

I smirked, but not happily, "I've needed to do that a lot lately."

"Oh," Was all he said.

We stood together silently for a little while, before I finally gave him one last look of anguish, "Freddie… I'm scared."

"I know," He sighed, "That's why you need to tell someone, so you can get help."

"No!" I shouted, "And you can't tell anybody either! You have to promise me, Freddie!"

He frowned and crossed his arms, "I… I don't know if I can do that."

"Freddie!" I shouted, "Please? If Carly and Spencer will never look at me the same ever again! Just like you are now!"

"I don't see you any different," He raised an eyebrow, "Why would you even think that?"

"B-Because, it's just the w-way you stare at me." I sniffed, "In your eyes, I can see it."

He shook his head, "Sam, the only thing about you that seems different is that you're a much stronger person than I'd ever thought possible. I don't know how you've been dealing with this alone and keeping it a secret, but I do know that it isn't healthy."

I smirked, "I've never been the healthy type."

"Sam…" Freddie moaned.

I shook my head, "Look, I just don't want anyone to know about this. Not yet. Please, just promise me you won't tell, I swear that one day I'll tell people, but I'm not ready."

He scratched his forehead and sighed, "I don't want to, but for you, I will."

I smiled and nodded, "Thanks."

Freddie stared at me with his beautiful brown pools, like he was trying to delve into the secrets of my soul. I stared back with my own icy blue eyes, holding onto the moment with my fingertips.

"Sam?" Freddie said after a moment of silence, "You're not going home tonight, are you?"

"Of course, Nub-Munch." I growled, "Why?"

"I don't want you to," He whispered, "What if he… hurts you again?"

"I'll be fine," I sighed, trying to convince myself more than Freddie, "Trust me."

He shook his head, "I'm not going to make you change your mind, am I?"

"No," I said lowly.

"Fine," He sighed loudly, "I'm gonna go. I need to process some of this… information."

"The fact that we kissed, or that my dad's a perv?" I asked sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, "Oh yeah, we did kiss."

"Go home, Fredward." I chuckled, waving him off.

He grinned, "I hate you."

My eyes lit up at the fact that he remembered, "Hate you too."

Just as he turned the corner, my smile disappeared when I realized I was alone once again. I was still in disbelief that we had kissed again. I mean, the first time was like a business deal, but this was different. I mean, we both wanted it…

Right?

Ugh, this love crap is so confusing. The more I think about it, the more I want to say that because I got a flashback of dad, then I don't like Freddie. But, maybe that will always happen. Maybe I'm just being paranoid about the whole thing. Maybe, I need to stop thinking about it.

I sighed and stared down at the busy street below sadly, feeling utterly alone. It had warmed up a little since I'd been sitting out here, so I rolled my sleeves up. The cuts on my arm were already beginning to scar over with a brownish-red color, and that only made them more noticeable. I tore my gaze from my arm and stared at the sky, trying to forget. I need to forget everything.

Talking to both Melanie and Freddie made me feel better, but not significantly enough for me to be content with myself. Every time I shut my eyes, His face pops into my head. Nothing will ever change that. No magic pill will make him go away, or give me my virginity back.

"Sammy," I heard a voice whisper, "I knew I'd find ya here."

I jumped and turned, feeling my stomach drop at the sight of my father. His eyes were filled with fury. I still didn't know what I'd done wrong. He stood over me, the way he usually did to scare me, and it was working. I scooted away from him, but he reached out and grabbed me by my arm, wrenching me back into the hallway.

"Why'd you run?" He growled, holding my arm tight, "Hm? Get scared?"

I shivered and shook my head, at which he only chuckled.

"I see," He smirked, "So, where's your sister?"

I stared up at him silently and shook my head slowly, praying he wouldn't figure it out.

He frowned, "Sammy, if you don't tell me you're only makin' it worse for yourself."

I shuddered, "I d-don't know."

"Liar," He grumbled, shoving me into the wall.

The back of my head hit with a loud thud, and I let out a loud yelp, "I-I'm not lying!"

He shook his head and grasped my forearm, dragging me down the hall and towards Carly's apartment. I seethed as he gripped my bare arm forcefully, right where my cuts were. When we reached her door, he released me and pushed me into the door, "I know she's in there. Go get her."

"She's not!" I cried out, but he pointed at the door angrily.

"Sam, if you don't come out of there in five minutes with Melanie, I swear to God you'll regret it."

My eyes widened in terror as he began to walk down the hall, "I'll be waiting down here."

I bit my lip and nodded, slowly turning around to face the door. I knocked on it lightly, hoping maybe they wouldn't answer and dad would forget. Unfortunately, Spencer was at the door, looking down at me seconds later. I gave my dad one last glance before barging into the place without a word to Spencer.

"Sam?" He asked, shutting the door behind me as I crossed the living room.

"Where's Melanie?" I asked aggressively.

"In the iCarly studio, but why—" Spencer began but I ran up the stairs before he could finish.

When I was outside the glass door, I looked inside and saw Melanie sitting on a beanbag with Carly sitting beside her. First, I rolled the sleeves of my hoodie down, and then took a long breath before entering into the lion's den.

"Sam?" Carly exclaimed, seeing my battered appearance, "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," I mumbled before turning to Melanie, "You need to hide."

"Why?" She asked, staring at me with our matching blue eyes.

"He is here, and he's looking for you." I grunted, glancing over at Carly.

"Well, I'm totally out of the loop here." Carly frowned.

Melanie shook her head, "Sam, relax."

"No! I can't relax because I know what he wants to do, Mel!" I cried, "You need to get out of here or something."

Melanie looked over at Carly and mouthed something, at which point Carly ran out of the iCarly studio. Melanie turned back to me and sighed, "You can't protect me from dad forever, Sam."

"Well I can try, can't I?" I frowned, "Look, just stay up here when I leave and don't go back downstairs until I'm gone."

"Sam—"

"Because he might be looking when I leave to see if you're in the living room and if you are he'll make me get you, and I can't do that. I can't take you to him… I can't just hand you over to him without a fight." I rambled; my words ran together because of how fast I was talking.

"Samantha—"

"He'll take you home and he'll do stuff to you, I know he will. Last night he said that if I had sex with him again he'd leave you alone, but he was lying! I know he was lying! I won't be able to live with myself if he hurts you too!"

"Sam!" Melanie shouted, "Stop!

I looked up at her, suddenly snapped from my rambling-crazy monologue, "What?"

She had tears in her eyes, "Sam, he's driving you crazy, I can see it."

"I'm not crazy, I'm fine!" I growled, shaking my head, "Look, I need to go. Just stay here, okay?"

"No, I'm coming with you." Melanie crossed her arms.

"No, you can't!" I begged, "Please? He'll make you do things… you won't be able to handle it, Melanie."

"Sam, stop acting like I'm weak!" She cried out, "I may not be as strong as you are, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself!"

"O-Okay then?"

Melanie reached down and grabbed her bag, "Let's go, Sam."

I whimpered, "I don't wanna go yet. He's waiting out there…"

Melanie walked over to me and grasped my hand, "You'll be fine."

Slowly, we left the studio and went downstairs. When we got into the living room, we were met by the questioning stares of Spencer and Carly. Carly seemed to know more than Spencer about what was happening, because she hopped up and gave me and Melanie both huge hugs before we opened the door and left.

"Sam," Carly had whispered in my ear, "Be safe."

I shrugged it off, she couldn't have known.

Once we were out in the hallway, I unwillingly pushed Melanie behind me, just in case dad came out of the shadows and decided to grab one of us. I preferred it be me rather than Mel.

"Sammy, did you get—" He said as he came around the corner, changing his words as soon as he saw Melanie, "Melanie!"

He tried to move me out of the way so he could hug her, but I held my ground. Dad seemed pretty mad about it, but I knew he wouldn't hit me in front of Melanie… yet.

"Truck's out in the parking lot," He said finally, taking Melanie's gym bag she had filled with clothes and make-up from her arm.

We followed behind him, Melanie stayed directly behind me the entire time. I wasn't taking any chances. When we arrived at his pick-up, I once again grudgingly hopped up into the truck, pushing my body into the middle of the seat while Melanie waited outside patiently, and dad got in on the driver side. After we were all inside with the doors shut, I felt his leg brushing up against mine, causing me to press my body into that of my sister. Melanie tapped my knee and held out her hand. I didn't understand why at first, but finally, she reached over and grabbed my hand and let our fingers intertwine. She gave me a weak smile, trying to comfort me. I forced a quick smile back, before returning my gaze to the floor board. Dad hadn't said much since we'd gotten in the truck, and for that much I was grateful. Melanie and I held hands the entire way home, with her randomly squeezing mine whenever I got a pained expression on my face. When we pulled into our gravel driveway, I let go of her instantly, trying to close myself off from emotions. I had learned that if I went numb when I got home, nothing dad did would disturb me as much as before. It still emotionally, and physically, battered me, but not as bad.

"We're home," I heard dad grumble, cutting off the engine.

Melanie waited until dad was out of the truck to say anything to me, "Sam? Are you okay?"

I shuddered and shook my head, "No."

Melanie wanted to say something else, but dad had the passenger side door open too quickly for her. She smiled thanks to him and got out, while I remained inside. I was scared to move… way too scared to move.

"Sam," Dad growled, nudging me with his hand, "Get out."

Unwillingly, I slid out of the truck. My eyes met his, but I quickly looked away. Melanie pulled me over to her and rubbed my back. Her being here should have comforted me, but it did the opposite. I needed to be on high-alert 24/7 until she leaves to make sure she stays safe and innocent.

"Go inside the house," He ordered.

We walked together to the front porch. I was keeping my eyes peeled to make sure he didn't try a sneak attack on us while we were busy. He didn't, but I was still suspicious.

"Melanie!" I heard mom exclaim from inside the house.

I ran inside to see them hugging each other, "You've gotten so tall." Mom said.

I sighed and walked around to the couch, plopping down. Melanie did the same after mom let her go. It was weird, seeing the two of them getting along. But the more I thought on it, I realized that since dad has come back, mom can't blame him leaving on Melanie. That's another reason to keep him around I guess: Melanie's finally being accepted and loved by our mother.

"Samantha," Mom growled, I cringed at the use of my full first name, "Get on upstairs and try to fix that door. Your dad broke it this morning."

"I know," I murmured softly, my hands shaking. She must still be mad about when I 'lied' to her.

"Don't get smart with me, Samantha." She hissed, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me up from the couch, "Now go do what I said!"

I stared helplessly at Melanie, who was glaring at mom with pure fury. If this had been a few years ago, Melanie would have tackled her to the ground already. But she couldn't do that now. Now dad was in the picture, and I'm not risking Melanie's safety over something stupid.

My eyes watered as I climbed the stairs to my room, if you could call it that anymore. The door was completely off the hinges, and there were wood chips and broken things scattered around my floor. My gaze locked onto my bed, the one I refused to sleep in ever again. I shrugged and sat down on the floor beside my bed, the place I'd sat for so long yesterday. I calmed my breathing so I could hear downstairs. If Melanie needed me, I was planning on being down there quicker than a cat running across a busy highway. I was listening so contently to downstairs, that I didn't notice the broken glass on my floor, or the shadowy figure standing behind me. Not until it was too late.

Suddenly, I felt someone grab me by my hair and jerk me upwards. I turned to see who it was, and wasn't surprised to see Dad standing there. I shuddered as he gripped my shoulders and kissed my forehead. Fear had an iron grip on me, and I couldn't speak.

"Sammy," He frowned, "You shouldn't have run this morning. Maybe then I wouldn't have to hurt Melanie."

My eyes widened, "N-no! I'll be good, I swear! Melanie didn't even do anything! Just h-hurt me!"

He shook his head, "Too late."

Too late…

SUPER SEDDIE! AGGGHHHHH!

Well, I got that out of my system... lol.

Hopefully that wasn't rushed, I tried to take it slow. lol. Some of the stuff towards the end was definitely more depressing and angsty than the beautiful Seddie interaction, but it kinda had to happen I guess.

Poor Sam, I actually felt bad about the way I made things go for her this chapter. I'm feeling a lot worse for what's gonna happen really soon though. lol.

Thanks to everyone who's read this thing so far! I just realized I'm at chapter 20 now! Super proud. lol.

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Not beggin', just askin'!