Hey guys! Hopefully you like this chapter! There's a little language in this one, but not enough to offend anybody I hope. lol.

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Unholy Confessions

"Do I really gotta go see this chick?" I groaned as Dr. Warren helped me out of bed.

She sighed, "It's a one-time deal, Sam. You can handle it."

"Whatever," I frowned, "Do you know when Melanie is going to get back from her school?"

Dr. Warren shrugged, "She hasn't called Spencer yet."

My face fell. Melanie had been forced to go back to her boarding school yesterday afternoon. They said if she didn't go back then, they would be forced to take away her scholarship. At first she wanted to stay with me, but after much convincing, I got her to go back. We hoped that maybe the dean of students would understand the situation and let her come home again for a little bit longer, but I wasn't sure anymore. She would have called by now.

"This is gonna suck," I moaned, cringing at the dull aching in my abdomen.

"I can get you a wheelchair if you like?" Dr. Warren suggested, but I quickly shot down that offer.

"Unless my legs somehow get broke in the next five minutes, I'm not getting in one of those things," My expression turned devious, "Unless… I can take it off some sweet jumps in the parking lot! Now that would be fun."

Dr. Warren laughed, "You're insane."

"I try," I shrugged, sitting on the bed slurping the smoothie Freddie brought me earlier this morning on his way to school.

"Did your future husband bring you that?" She teased.

I groaned, "Yes, if you must know. And he is not my future husband… yet."

She smiled, "Yet?"

"Yeah," I smirked, "Because he isn't gonna say 'no' to mama."

Dr. Warren shook her head and grinned, "Okay, Sam. Whatever you say…"

"Come on," I groaned, standing back up carefully, "You can tease me about Freddie later, I wanna get this over with."

"A change of heart?" She smiled.

I shook my head, "I made a promise-deal-type-thing with Carly."

"I see," She nodded, "Well then, here's the clothes your 'husband' dropped off for you this morning. I'll wait outside for you to get changed."

"I don't gotta wear this stupid thing anymore?" My eyes lit up as I held up the corner of my hospital gown. She shook her head.

"He brought you comfortable clothes though," She added, handing me a bag, "So you can still lounge around your room and be lazy."

"Thanks, doc." I smiled, but as she turned to leave I stopped her, "Wait, um, Dr. Warren… I might need help with the shirt. You know, with my cast and everything."

"Oh," Dr. Warren smiled and walked back over, taking the bag from my hands and shuffling around in it, "I think he brought you… yes, here."

She handed me a black and purple tank top, "He thought this would be easier for you to put on."

I smirked, holding the tank in front of me, "My man was thinkin' outside the box. Guess I don't gotta have any help now."

"I'll be outside if you need me, Sam." She laughed and left the room.

I shook my head and tossed the bag on my bed before sitting beside and pulling out some clothes to wear. It looked like he had mostly brought me tank tops and boxer shorts, not that I mind or anything. There was a lone pair of jeans and a jacket that I was positive didn't belong to me. The more I studied it, the quicker I realized it was Freddie's. I remembered it because it was the one he was wearing when those stupid petographers tried to mess us over, and he 'moved out' of his moms apartment after she embarrassed the crap out of him. It was my favorite of his too, since it had a deep purple color on it, along with blue. My two favorite colors after brown.

A smile crept across my face as I laid it on the bed beside the tank top. I dug around in the bag until I found a pair of black basketball shorts that would come down to my knees. I tossed those on top of the rest of my stuff before pushing the bag off my bed and onto the floor.

Now comes the interesting part. I haven't really looked at myself since the incident, even when a nurse helped me shower, which by the way was extremely awkward, I didn't dare look. But today I was kind of curious. I reached behind my back with my left hand and untied the string holding my hospital gown together before letting it fall down around my ankles, moving my right arm that was currently in a sling an inch so it could get around it. I kicked it away and released a long sigh before garnering the courage to look down at myself.

The bruises that once plagued my body in the earlier week were mostly faded in a light shade of purplish-green. My abdomen was covered with this thing they called a chest binder to help heal my broken ribs faster, so I couldn't see much of that. I could still see the bruises on my thighs, and when I used a mirror on the opposite side of the room, I saw my back was still not fully healed. I sighed and placed my hand on my right shoulder, glaring at the cast and gauze wrapped around it. When I thought about it, I was still in disbelief that he had in fact shot me. Each time I shut my eyes, I could hear the pop of the shot and then the pain in my arm. The thought of that scared me almost as bad as me shooting him.

I shrugged and moved back to the bed, grabbing the shorts and pulling them on first since they would be easiest. I sat on the bed, and using one hand jerked them around both legs at once, standing up and hopping a little to get the shorts around my hips. Once I had those on, I smirked and decided it was time for the tank top. This was a little bit harder. I put the tank around my neck and let it rest on my shoulders for a second before using one hand and forcing my arms through it. My right arm was really hard to get through it, but I managed. After my main clothes were on, I felt pretty accomplished.

"Doc?" I called out, "I'm decent!"

The door swung open and she came in wearing a smile, "That looks a lot better, Sam."

I shrugged, "I guess. Do you think I can wear this jacket too?"

"Sure," She took it from the bed and held it behind me.

I stuck my left arm through the sleeve, "Thanks."

"It's no problem, Sam." She replied, letting the right side of the jacket hang on my shoulder around my broken arm.

My heart began to beat harder as I thought about what was to come, "She's gonna ask me about him, isn't she?"

"Probably," She answered, "She's going to ask about a lot of things, Sam. But don't worry, I'm really good friends with Jenny and I made her promise to go easy on you with the questions."

I nodded, but I was still shaking, "I'm kinda scared."

"I know," Dr. Warren sighed, marking something on the clipboard at the end of my bed, "But it's going to be okay."

"You promise?" I asked, slipping a pair of Crocs Freddie also brought on my feet.

"I swear on my kids lives," She nodded.

"You have kids?" I questioned, "How many?"

"Three," Dr. Warren smiled, "All boys."

I smirked as she led me out into the hall, "That must suck, having all those boys around. Your husband must have loads of patience like you do, right?"

Her expression changed quickly, "Actually, my husband died a few years ago."

"Oh…" I was at a loss for words, "I'm… really sorry. I-I didn't mean…"

"It's okay," She breathed, noticing my distress, "You didn't know, Sam."

"B-But still," I mumbled, "I'm sorry."

Dr. Warren gave me a soft smile, "Sam, its fine. I'm not mad at you or anything."

"Do your kids look like him?" I asked suddenly.

She nodded and laughed a little, "Oh yeah. My two oldest, Fleck and Devon, have his laugh and sense of humor. It's almost surreal listening to them crack jokes. Almost like my husband around again."

"Fleck?" I shook my head. She couldn't be, "Is his best friend named Dave by any chance?"

"Yes?" She frowned, "How did you know?"

"I've met him before," I smirked, "On iCarly. Pretty awesome dude."

"Yeah, he can be." She smiled, "It's no thanks to me though, he learned all he knows from his father."

I stared at the floor as we stepped into an elevator "You love your kids a lot, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." She said as she pushed a button and the door closed. Soon, she looked down at me and obviously saw my sad expression, "Sam?"

I gritted my teeth and felt my stomach twisting in knots, "I wish my mom loved me."

"Sam…" Dr. Warren sighed.

"She probably used to… a long time ago." I said without meaning to, tears pooling in my eyes, "But I doubt it. Nobody has ever loved me… I'm unlovable."

Dr. Warren rubbed my back comfortingly, and stood in front of me, "You are not unlovable. You are the very opposite of that, Sam. People do love you."

I looked up at her with wide eyes, "How would you know?"

"Freddie loves you," She said with a wink, "Melanie, Carly, and Spencer love you too… I love you."

"You barely know me." I muttered.

"I don't need to know you any better than I know you now, Sam." She smiled, "Because love isn't as complicated as that."

The tears I tried to hold back came streaming down my face, "How can you only know me for a week and love me? My mom carried me for nine months, lived with me for sixteen years and she can barely even look at me!"

Dr. Warren wrapped her arms around me, "Your mom isn't a good person. She's just not, Sam. Any good person would know that you're a lovable girl."

I sucked in a breath and wiped the tears from my eyes, pushing her away from me, "Whatever. I'm fine."

She frowned, "It's okay to cry, you know."

"No it's not." I gritted my teeth, "Crying is for babies. I'm not a baby."

She shook her head as the elevator doors opened and we stepped out, "We're almost there."

I nodded, but my gaze remained at the floor. We walked down a short hallway before coming up to a door, once we were inside, I realized it was a waiting room. It was empty.

"Have a seat wherever you want, Sam." Dr. Warren said, "I'll get you signed in."

I nodded faintly and sat down in one of the chairs in the corner, cringing at a sharp pain in my abdomen. Every time I took in a sharp breath or sat down, it always hurt. Dr. Warren sauntered over moments later, sitting beside me. My fears were coming back, and the more I thought about telling yet another person about my life, the more my body shook.

"Are you cold, Sam?" She asked, straightening up the jacket around my shoulders.

"No," I muttered, scratching my left arm nervously, "I'm not."

"Samantha Puckett?" I heard a voice call out.

"Well, that was fast." Dr. Warren smiled, standing up, "Come on, Sam."

My lip quivered, "I can't do this…"

"You can," She sighed, helping me up, "I know you can. You're a strong girl, Sam."

I shook my head and followed her into a room with a couch and chair, "You can lie down there if you want."

I shrugged and laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling and putting my brave face on, "Where's this chick at?"

The door reopened as if on cue and a woman with crazy looking hair that was dyed a couple different colors walked in, "Hey, sorry I'm a little late. The snack machine wasn't coke machine wasn't working and I had to go down a few floors to get my Dr. Pepper."

I arched an eyebrow at this woman. There is no way she is certified to evaluate people. No. Frigging. Way.

"You must be Sam." She strolled over to me, "I'm Jenny."

I nodded, "Sup?"

Dr. Warren gave me a soft pat on the shoulder, "I'll come get you from here when you get done."

I shrugged as she walked out of the room, "Fine."

Jenny shut the door behind her before sitting in the chair beside me, "So, Sam. What do you like to do?"

"Huh?"

"What do you like to do?" She smiled, "You know, like hobbies?"

"Oh…" I frowned, "I guess doing iCarly with my best friend."

She snapped her fingers, "That's where I recognized you from! My nieces love your show."

I blushed, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Jenny nodded, crossing her legs, "So, how are you doing this morning, Sam?"

"I was doing great before I remembered I had to come here," I groaned.

Jenny frowned, "Aw, come on, Sam. I'm not that bad to be around."

"It's not you…"

She sighed, "You didn't want to come because… you didn't want to talk. Am I right?"

I nodded, "Jackpot."

"Is there a reason you don't want to talk?"

I shrugged, "I'm not the type of person who… shows their feelings. Except when I'm mad. I show that pretty well.

She nodded, "Dr. Warren explained you have… anger issues."

"They're not 'issues'," I groaned, "I just get mad sometimes and…"

"And you need to release all the emotions you've been letting build inside of you," She answered for me, "So you hit people, throw things… am I getting close?"

I shrugged and turned away from her, glaring at the wall.

"Sam?" I heard her say.

I looked at her angrily, "What?"

"You need to talk to me," Jenny sighed, "I can help you."

My hand became a fist as I stood up and growled, "I don't need anyone's help."

"You sure?"

"This is all anyone ever wants to do!" I shouted, holding back the urge to hit her, "Let's all try to help Sam since she obviously can't do it herself! It's like I'm a damn china doll! I'm so much stronger than you people give me credit for, and I'm trying so hard not to fall apart, but it's crap like this that just kills me! It makes me want to vomit each time the word 'help' comes into the conversation! Why can't you people just let me deal with this on my own?"

Jenny frowned, "Because you can't."

"I can! I have been for almost two weeks!" I retorted, stomping my foot.

She arched an eyebrow, "How have you been dealing with everything, Sam?"

My left arm burned, "I… I… I just do!"

"Unwrap your arm and show me how you've been dealing." She said.

I gritted my teeth, "You don't get it. No one gets it…"

"Sam—"

"You know what?" I growled, walking towards the door, "This is bullshit. Total bullshit. I'm out."

"Sam!" She called after me but I slammed the door in her face.

When I walked out into the waiting room, I realized I didn't really remember where my room was. I shrugged and left regardless, it doesn't matter anyways. I'm so mad right now that even if I did know where I was going, I wouldn't be able to follow my own directions.

I ran down the hall, ignoring the nagging pains in my ribs and shoulder. People stared at me as I passed them, but not one made a move to stop me. It was in their best interest, I was pissed.

I finally found the elevator and began pushing the button over and over, waiting for the dumb doors to open. When they finally did, I rushed inside and stared at the panel of buttons and numbers. I didn't know which floor I was on. Man, I'm an idiot. I reached up and scratched my head, and as I did so realized there was a hospital bracelet around my wrist. My face brightened, and I began to read all of the words and stuff on it until I finally found it.

Room 617, floor 6. I'm a genius.

With a smirk, I plunged my finger into the button with a six on it and waited patiently for the doors to close, and the elevator to start moving. But before the doors had a chance to close, a mess of brunette curls walked through the door solemnly. I backed into the corner away from the woman, worried she might be a nurse or something. I noticed that when she went to push a button on the panel, she stopped at the sight of the blinking number six. Then her hand fell back down by her side.

"You going to six too?" The voice was hoarse and miserable, but it sounded familiar nonetheless.

I nodded, but soon remembered she had her back to me, "Yeah."

The woman flipped some of her brown curls over her shoulder, and out of the corner of my eye I spotted something around her wrist that I knew I had seen before, "Where did you get that bracelet?" I asked randomly.

"My daughters… they gave it to me…" She muttered, "A really long time ago."

My eyes widened as she began to turn around and look at me. Those baby blue eyes were the same as mine, and her curls matched mine, though her brown hair was greasier than I last remembered. At first the look in her eyes was blank, but after she gave me a quick look over, her expression turned to that of shock that matched mine perfectly.

"Oh my…" She breathed, her hands shaking, "Sam…"

My lip quivered, "M-Mom?"

Dun dun dun! And the cliffhangers continue! lol.

I didn't know much of how a psychologist is when you visit them, but I just used what little knowledge I had from back when I went to a therapist and tried to run with that. lol. Hopefully it worked out alright. I thought Sam freaking out on the psychologist chick would be pretty in character, hopefully y'all thought so too. I mean, she just met the chick, therefore won't trust her, and trust has been a big theme lately. lol. I don't know, I sound all authory and creative right now.

Review??? Maybe??? Pleez??? :D

Not beggin', just askin'!

PS: Seddie fluff is on it's way, I promise. I'll officially say this is a Seddie story now. lol. I didn't want to until I was sure.

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