I apologise for not updating this story but i finally got some reviews that motivated me to do so. So here is chapter 9! Enjoy :)
"Hey, how are you holding up?" Freddie asked as he sat beside Sam on the couch and gave her a pat on the knee.
"I'm holding up just fine Freddork" she spat back before turning her head away from him and continuing to ignore his stare. Suddenly he shot up from the couch
and her head snapped back round to look at him.
"What's your problem?" she asked venom was evident in her voice but also pure confusion.
"I just thought. Carly's phone wasn't in her backpack..." He couldn't believe that hadn't though of this earlier. Sam looked at him, catching onto his idea.
"...We can ring Carly's phone" they finished simultaneously. Sam turned and smiled at him. It was the first time she had really smiled since Carly had gone.
"Wait...that's not a good idea" Freddie said quickly as Sam began to reach for her phone.
"Why not?"
"We know Carly has been kidnapped and ringing her phone would be stupid" he explained.
"Hey! You came up with the idea" she spat, clearly offended that he called the idea stupid.
"No but I have a better idea..." he smiled at her a little.
"Which is?"
"I might be able to track her phone" she widened her eyes at his idea, quite impressed though she wouldn't admit it.
"You really think that will work?"
"I can try" he replied slowly.
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"You done it yet?" Sam called excitedly from the couch.
"I'm trying it just keeps saying that the device can not be located at this time and try again later"
"Well then try again" she growled as she stood up and stomped over to him.
"Sam, I've been trying for the past 2 hours. I'm sorry but I don't think it's going to work" he felt really bad for planting false hope in everyone.
"You're so stupid. Why isn't it working? Make it work" she shouted. He flinched, scared that she was going to hurt him.
"I-I can't Sam" he mumbled sadly and looked down in shame. Spencer walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright Freddie"
"I can't believe you" Sam ranted angrily. "Getting my damn hopes up like that" she shoved him hard onto the ground, harder than she had ever hit him before. His arms hit the floor first and a painful grimace shot across his face from the impact.
"Sam stop" Spencer went to grab her but she shrugged out his grip. She grabbed the stool that he had been sitting on and threw it at Freddie, missing him by an inch (maybe on purpose). It crashed against the elevator door as it shattered into pieces.
Sam went to charge at Freddie but this time Spencer grabbed her harder and yanked her away. She let out a small whimper when he tightened his arms around her waist. He immediately loosened his grip, fearing that he had hurt her by holding her too tight.
Suddenly the apartment door swung open, revealing a frantic Mrs Benson.
"I heard a crash. Is everything-" she stopped when she saw Freddie on the ground and the smashed pieces of glass around him. "Oh Freddiebear, what happened? Do you need me to get my first aid kit? Are you hurt?" She asked hysterically as she ran over to her injured son.
He touched his face that was bleeding slightly from a few pieces of glass that had scratched him and hissed in pain.
"I'm okay" he winced.
"What happened?" She looked at Spencer who was still restraining Sam. "You. You hurt my little Freddie" she said wagging her finger in Sam's face. Spencer gently lead Mrs Benson away from her and next to Freddie, partly to prevent her getting hit as well.
"Sam what the hell were you thinking?" Spencer raised his voice, his normal child like traits instantly disappearing and he became the responsible adult that everyone feared.
"You could have killed me" Freddie added angrily.
Sam could hardly hear everyone yelling at her as she began to fade out of reality. Her own thoughts were too loud and she felt her breathing begin to become more intense. She told herself not to panic and she was being so stupid and acting like a pansy but she couldn't control it.
"Oh Freddie, let me go get my first aid kit" Mrs Benson rushed out of the apartment leaving just the three alone. Spencer grabbed some tissue of the kitchen counter and handed it to Freddie for him to apply to his cuts.
"Sam you-" but before he could even talk to her, she ran. She sprinted out of the room and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He didn't bother chasing after her, he knew it wouldn't be worth it.
As soon as the door shut she collapsed over the sink, gripping onto it tight to stop herself from falling. She looked in the mirror, her face was paler than usual and she had huge bags underneath her eyes from the lack of sleep. She watched her reflection as her eyes began to fill with tears and the image became blurred. She had tried so hard to be strong but without her best friend she was nothing. The silent tears began to stream down her face leaving black smudges underneath her eyes from the small amount of makeup she actually applied. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold in the sobs that were destined to rip from her throat, she couldn't let anyone hear her. Her breathing was shaky and she gasped for air. She couldn't help but let out a wet chuckle, she was such a mess.
Suddenly she heard Mrs Benson's voice outside the door. "Samantha, would you stop hiding out in the bathroom? I need to grab some Tylenol for Freddie" she knocked on the door.
Sam panicked. She couldn't leave the bathroom looking like this. The stress of the situation only made it worse as she found more tears leaking from her eyes.
"Sam!" she heard her call once again. She let out a whimper and a choked groan of annoyance. She began to grab a bunch of tissue, attempting to wipe her face down with it though it only made it more red and blotchy.
"Is everything okay?" her voice was softer this time. It was weird hearing Mrs Benson actually being nice to Sam. She had always despised the girl.
"M-Mrs Benson please-" Sam didn't know what exactly to say to her all she wanted was for her to go away.
"Honey...What's wrong?" Okay Mrs Benson may be a crazy lunatic and she might have hated her guts but she was also an overprotective mother and when someone was in distress she felt the need to help them. "I'm coming in...Is that okay?"
And it was then that Sam realised in the hurry to get into there, she had forgot to lock the door. She began wiping her eyes aggressively with the sleeve of her shirt, trying to get rid of any evidence that she had been crying. The door opened and in came Mrs Benson, she approached her carefully, fully aware that this was Samantha Puckett she was attending to. Luckily for Sam she closed the door behind her and locked it. Let's just say that it did indeed freak her out at first when she realised she was locked in the bathroom with Freddie's psychotic mother but the relief set in that none of the guys would be able to get in and she silently thanked her.
"What's going on?" Sam sat down on the edge of the bath tub as Mrs Benson spoke, the older woman took a seat next to her.
"Nothing much...just the usual" she muttered awkwardly, wishing that this would just be over already.
"And your usual is crying in the bathroom I assume?" Mrs Benson remarked smartly.
"Look I wasn't crying, okay? Would you just leave me alone..." her voice began to get quieter at the end, her usual strong tone disappearing.
"I was just trying to help but if you want me to leave then fine" she stood up and walked over to the cupboard under the sink, grabbing the Tylenol out of it. She expected at snidey remark from the young girl but instead she got no response. When she turned around she noticed how her head was down, a curtain of her blonde locks covering her face. No one should be left alone when they're upset.
"Honey what's wrong?" She sighed and walked back over to Sam and put a hand on her shoulder. Sam sniffed in response and that was when Mrs Bensons realised she was crying. True that she didn't know Sam very well but she knew that she was in no way a sensitive girl. In fact she was the quite the opposite. So you can imagine that seeing the feisty blonde begin to cry right in front of her was a huge shock. Even if it was just a few tears. "D-do you want me to get Spencer or-"
"N-no" her voice came out cracked and she inwardly scolded herself for it. "No" she said once again, this time much stronger, a hint of her usual Sammish tone to it. "I'm okay"
"Why are you crying?" she asked gently. She new that it was very unlikely for Sam to open up to her when she didn't even open up to her best friends.
"I-I don't know" she choked out, she still hadn't looked up from her lap and continued to avoid eye contact with her.
"Is it because of what just happened out there with Freddie?" she asked carefully. Sam shook her head and gripped onto the edge of the bath tub tightly. "What happened?" she realised that she didn't even know why Sam had attacked him in the first place.
"H-he just- nothing" more tears had started to stream down her cheeks and she wiped her sleeve across her face aggressively. Mrs Benson grabbed some tissue and handed it to her.
"I know things are difficult right now and it's okay for you to feel scared and upset about this kind of stuff" she rubbed her back comfortingly. Sam took a deep breath and sniffed, finally lifting her head. Mrs Benson got a view of her red and puffy face and frowned sympathetically. Her tears had stopped but her face was still damp and she had finally caught her breathe.
"Are you okay now?" she asked softly, removing her hand from the girl.
"Y-yeah" she sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. Mrs Benson grimaced at the gross action. "thank you" she mumbled and fiddled with a loose thread on her sweater. She wasn't sure if Mrs Benson had heard her or if she wanted her to hear.
"Right, I'll leave you to it then"
"Wait! Please don't tell anyone about this"
"Of course" she smiled and grabbed the Tylenol of the side before walking out the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
She made her way over to where her Son was sitting on the couch and sat beside him, handing him the Tylenol.
"Hey, what's going on?" Spencer asked, referring as to why it took so long and he knew that Sam was in the bathroom.
Mrs Benson stood up and walked over to Spencer, pulling him into the kitchen area.
"Samantha's a little upset" she explained quietly so that Freddie couldn't hear. She didn't want to break her promise to Sam but she knew that he should know about it.
"What do you mean? Is she okay? Should I-"
"She's okay. Just remember that this is taking a toll on her, even if she doesn't show it"
"I know...I know. Was she really upset? Should I have helped her" he asked. For Mrs Benson to be defending and helping Sam, he assumed it must have been bad.
"She was fine Spencer, just a little overwhelmed" Mrs Benson smiles at his concern for the girl. He nodded, suddenly saddened by this information.
"Right, I better get going" she said, walking out of the kitchen and towards the door. "Freddie, you be good" she told him as if he was a little kid. "I'm only across the hall if you need anything" she looked at Spencer whilst saying this before heading out the apartment and closing the door behind her.
"Freddie, Sam's-" Spencer started.
"She got a little bit upset, I heard" Freddie interrupted. To be honest his mother hadn't really been speaking as quiet as she thought she was.
"Right...and I know it was wrong for her to attack you like that but right now it's a difficult time for all of us. I think we should deal with that later and focus on...this situation right now" he explained softly, Freddie was a smart kid and he knew he would understand.
"Y-yeah of course"
"But we're also not meant to know about her being upset so don't make it obvious or anything like-" he stopped speaking when the bathroom door finally opened and Sam came out. She looked perfectly fine and no one would know that she had been a tears a few minutes earlier.
"Make what obvious?" she asked, jumping over the back of the couch and sat down next to Freddie.
"N-nothing. What's up Sammo?" he chuckled nervously and gave her an over exaggerated smile. Freddie shook his head at the older man's remarks.
"Nothing much, you got any food?" Spencer was almost convince that Sam had never even been upset in the first place.
"Um yeah...in the fridge where we always keep it" he looked at her, searching her face for any signs of sadness and then scolded himself for it. He should be happy that she was okay.
"Right...well what are you waiting for? Go make me a sandwich" she ordered and snapped her fingers as if she was talking to her assistant or something.
"Yes mam, what do you want on it" he didn't argue with her, he never did. If Sam demanded food, she'd get that food from you one way or another.
"The usual" she smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes and Spencer took note of that. He nodded his head and headed into the kitchen.
"So...are you okay?" Freddie asked from beside her. He tried to make it seem like a casual question and not like he knew that she had been upset earlier.
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" she sneered but there was a hint of nervousness in her voice and she thought for a second that maybe he had heard her crying earlier.
"Well for starters you threw a stool at my head" he mumbled. Spencer immediately looked over. This was exactly what he told him not to bring up.
"Yeah well...you deserved it" she avoided his eyes and looked down at the ground, seemingly interested in the wooden floor.
"Right, of course I did"
"I'm glad you agree with me" she remarked sarcastically. Freddie just nodded, he didn't want to start and argument, he just wanted an apology but it didn't look like that was going to happen any time soon.
There was an awkward silence, where only the slight sound of Spencer chopping various meats with a knife could be heard from the kitchen. However, the silence was cut short when there was a knock at the door.
"Could you get that?" Spencer called from the kitchen, obviously occupied.
"Could you get that?" Sam turned to Freddie and asked as she continued to sink back into the couch and relax. He sighed but went to answer the door anyway.
"Um hi...agent Carl is it?" Freddie asked as he opened the door wider.
"That is me. Is Spencer Shay here?"
"I'm here" Spencer sprinted over to the door and began licking the residue of various sauces from his finger tips.
"Can I speak to you somewhere private?" he asked gesturing to the Sam and Freddie. This caused Sam to get up off the couch.
"Um y-yes, we can speak outside in the hallway" he replied, suddenly he felt sick. This couldn't be good.
"Hold up- I wanna hear this" Sam called from behind.
"Miss Puckett, I really think I should-"
"I'm a big girl! I can handle it!" she interrupted.
"If that's okay with you?" he asked turning to Spencer.
"Sam...are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked carefully. She was a 15 year old girl, true she was extremely strong but this could turn out bad.
"Spencer..." she pushed.
"Alright...Alright" he turned to Agent Carl. "What's going on?" his voice was shaky and he had to remind himself to breathe.
"We've found a body"
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Left on a cliffy...