Ok, I don't know what I was thinking when I was writing this story. But yeah, here ya go. I'm planning to keep Sam's character true and true. I'm not going to change her into some fluff bunny. So yeah, hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 2

Locked in chains

Carly's POV

"Sam, what are you doing here?" Carly asked, opening the main door. She was dressed in her pajamas ready for sleep when Sam appeared at her door steps begging to be let in.

"Let me stay for the night," Sam said. The same old furious expression on her face. Carly frowned, worried and also a little annoyed with her best friend.

"Well if you are coming over, you could have at least called," Carly told the girl who walked into the house like she owned it.

Sam sprawled over the couch, her lips forming into a grumpy pout.

"Don't put your feet on the table," Carly said, slapping Sam's feet away, "I just cleaned it."

Sam glared at Carly, "Look if you don't want me here, just say so!" she screamed suddenly. It was so sudden, so shocking that Carly was stunned. She stared at Sam and found that her friend's eyes were swollen and red.

Carly swallowed her anger and sat beside Sam.

"What's the matter?" she asked the blonde headed girl. Sam had turned a bright flush of red, embarrassed about the outburst.

"Nothing…it's my mom again…she's bringing in guys…I'm sorry," Sam whispered.

Carly's heart clenched, Sam's eyes were so filled with fresh pain. She took Sam in her arms and hugged her tightly. "It's ok, your mom probably just lonely," she told Sam who nodded. "She'll probably stop."

"Can I stay here for tonight?" Sam asked, her voice seemed fragile so Carly nodded gently.

"Cool," Sam said, jumping up and pumping her fist together, "Going to get me some turkey."

Carly frowned and sighed. Well, that's the way Sam was…

She remembered the pain in Sam's eyes before shaking her head. It's probably no big deal, she told herself; she'll probably get over it…as usual.

She turned to look at Sam before shrieking running over to the girl.

"Sam!" she shouted, "How many times must I tell you not to eat the frozen pizza raw!"

Freddie's POV

She was sleeping on the couch, her eyes closed…and she was snoring.

"What a disgusting princess," he muttered to Carly who chuckled. The brown brunette pulled a large sheet over Sam, patting the sleeping girl.

"She's staying over?" Freddie asked Carly who nodded.

"Hmm," he muttered, glancing over at the girl who was still sleeping. He looked over to the kitchen counter and wasn't surprised to see bowls of left over bones and plates of pizza crumbs left behind.

"And Sam Puckett's stomach wins again," he said, clapping his hands.

"Shh," Carly said hushing him, though she could barely keep the smile from forming.

"I can hear you, loud and clear, Fredwart," Sam's voice sounded.

"Oh shit," Freddie said, alarmed, he got up the couch and was prepared to run when Sam caught his arm. She squeezed it tight and Freddie cried out in pain.

"Sam, let him go," Carly sighed.

"But-"

"Sam," Carly scolded the girl. Sam sighed and let him go. Freddie clutches his arm and began to moan in pain. He looked over at the girl who had injured him in anger, "You could have dislocated my Carpus."

"What?" Sam and Carly asked him at the same time.

"Wrist bones, wrist bones you idiot," he roared at Sam who snorted.

"You're such a nerd," she said, "It makes me sick."

"You could have dislocated it," he shouted at her.

"If I could do that, then I'm a nut cracker, Fredwart," she said mocking him. Freddie felt anger rising, but sighed when he realized that he could never win against this blonde headed demon. Instead he settled down on the couch next to Carly.

"I'm hungry," Sam said suddenly. Carly scoffed, "But you just ate an hour ago."

"Yes, but after that nerd's Carpus information, my stomach feels empty again."

"Hey watch it Bucket," Freddie said.

"Ooo, I'm so scared."

"Ok stop it you two," Carly said butting in. "I'll make something for you, Sam, so don't bully Freddie."

"But Freddie such a nerd I can't-"

"Promise!"

"Aw, alright, chizz."

Sam stuck out a tongue at him and Freddie shook his head in irritation. Seriously, which part of this childish, stubborn, naïve, stupid, rough, tomboyish and disgusting girl did he like? Why did his heart beat faster when he was around her? Why did he love her?

Questions like this often popped up in his mind and because of that, he couldn't help but remember the incident that happened months ago.

Three months ago, Carly had broken up with Freddie after dating him for three days. She had been all over him, telling him how much she loved him and those were the happiest time of his life. He thought he could finally be with the one he loved…loved for so long.

However, it felt wrong, the love felt wrong, it didn't fit and soon after, when Sam told him that Carly only loved him for what he did…saving her life…not for who he is, he realized, that the feelings he had for Carly was merely love for a sister.

He was devastated. Angry with Carly, angry with himself, angry with Sam for telling him the truth.

The day Carly broke up with him, he somehow knew…that they would never going to be an item ever again. He knew that she loved him as a brother, she knew that he loved her as a sister…they were never ever going to go more than that.

He knew…and yet he was sad, real sad. Had it all been a lie? He had asked himself, wasn't I in love?

"Oh cheer up you idiot…you did love her…you just didn't realize that it was of a different kind," Sam had told him the day after the break up. They had been leaning on some lockers, waiting for Carly when Sam said that.

Freddie was shocked.

"Are you trying to comfort me?" he asked her. Sam turned and glared at him.

"As if I have time to comfort a nerd," she said.

"Why do you always have to be so mean?" he had shouted back. Sam had kept quiet before patting him on the head, gently. Her hands were soft, kinda small…kinda warm. Freddie couldn't help but feel his heart beat just a little faster.

He couldn't help but stare at the girl before him…and instead of seeing a demon, he saw something else altogether.

He saw a human…

And a girl for that matter.

"Just cheer up ok," Sam had told him, "Seeing you like that, makes it hard for me to bully you."

"Ok, moment gone," Freddie whispered.

'What?" Sam asked him, raising her eye brow.

"Nothing,"

"Well if you say so Fredwart,"

"Sam," Freddie had whispered, "Thanks."

Freddie smiled at the memory and looked at Sam who was sleeping once again. Slumped into the couch, her legs all over the place, her mouth opened, a snore ensuing. Freddie stood up, took the sheets from the floor and gently placed it over her. That's when an indescribable look passed her face.

"Dad," Sam whispered and Freddie froze.

"Dad?" Sam whispered again, sleep talking.

"Err, yes," Freddie answered in a lower tone.

"It hurts." She whispered. Freddie tensed, "What hurts?" he asked.

Sam did not answer. Freddie looked at her; the girl's eyes were wet…as if she were crying.

"Dad…don't leave me," she whispered again, softly this time. Freddie, on impulse, took a hold of his hand and squeezes it.

"I won't," he whispered.

Sam's POV

She brought home that man again. The drunkard man that hurt her a few months back. The man laid over Pam kissing every part of her. It was sick, disgusting, it made Sam wanna gag.

"Why did you bring him home?" Sam had shouted at her mother, "You know that man hurt you bad months ago!"

"Mark, you meant Mark…well he told me he changed." Her mother said nonchantly. Sam banged her fist on the wall, her emotions exploding inside, and her heart in a turmoil.

"He always says the same thing!" Sam shouted, "How many times has he lied!"

"Sam, calm down…he really did change this time, trust me," her mother answered back, taking a swig from her bottle. Sam felt her injured shoulder throbbing, felt red hot angry tears forming in her eyes. "His not going to hit you again?" she asked her mother, controlling her voice.

Her mother nodded, "He promised."

"His not going to hit me again?" she asked. Her mother nodded, "He apologized."

"Ha ha ha," Sam laughed, "HAhahahahahahhaa…"

Slamming the beer bottle on the table Pam turned to stare at Sam. "What is wrong with you?" she asked Sam.

"What is wrong with you?" Sam shouted back at her mother, "Why are you bringing that monster back!"

"Who are you calling a monster?" Mark's voice sounded behind her. Sam turned and found the huge burly man, half naked with brown chest hair staring down at her.

"You," Sam said, "You're the monster."

Mark smiled, a good ole big goofy smile, "I've changed Samantha…I want to stare a fresh," he said. He patted her and she flinched, tensing.

"I won't hurt you," he whispered.

"Get out!" Sam shouted, punching him in the face.

"Samantha!" her mother screamed. Mark clutches his face groaning in pain. Sam smirk, "How did you like that; idiot!" she told the man. Something hard slammed her against the wall. It was her mother, her eyes wide in cold fury.

"Get out!" she shouted at Sam.

Confusion, turn to hurt and hurt turned to anger; Sam pushed her mother off her and ran towards the main door. "Fine," she shouted, slamming the door shut.

The cold night wind blew past, somewhere a lone dog howled. Mrs. Hobskin their neighbor was seated by the porch looking at her.

"Everything alright, deary?" she asked Sam. "I heard screaming?"

"Are you blind or deaf! My life is like a soap opera!" Sam had wanted to scream at the old lady, however she held herself.

"Are you fine?" Mrs. Hobskin asked again.

"Aye," Sam said, stuffing her hand into her pockets and begun to saunter to the only place she knew.

Another cold nights wind blew past and a lone tear slides down Sam's cheeks. She rubs it away with her long sleeve shirt. Another tear slid down and Sam held her sleeves to her eyes. The lump in her throat getting bigger.

There was nobody, there was nobody who understood. It was dark, it was cold, no comfort, nothing. She was trapped, stuck…no one knew…no one could do anything. She was tired; she was getting sick and tired of this.

Her tears rolled down furiously. Her sleeves soaked with salty tears. Her throat clenching so hard, it hurt just to swallow.

"Somebody," she whispered, "Help me."

I know "wanna" isn't a word…but it sounds so right. Petition for wanna! Make it go up the Oxford dictionary…LOL and OMG made it…so why not "wanna"!

Please use LOL and OMG for academic writing: D Ur teacher can't mark you down from it. Oxford dictionary babies :D