DAMN! 16 reviews! You guys are great and you all know the reviews are what keep me writing and updating faster! This next one I have mixed feelings about. It was my first fanfic plot but some of these things are ridiculous in every way.
Cliché 2: Sam is abused. (Sam's POV)
"I'm so scared to go home right now! Ask why! Ask why!" I say as I exit the Shay's apartment.
"Oh my God Sam! Why are you scared to go home?" Freddie asks.
"I can't tell you because discussing important problems with your close friends is LAME!" I shout. Geez Freddie is such a snoop. Always butting into other people's business like some kind of gossip queen. I walk home along the pitch black streets of downtown Seattle where dangerous murderers and rapists wait for you teenage girls like me but I'm only scared when I see my house come into view.
(Insert long monologue about nasty, dirty, disgusting, rundown, dingy house here).
The door is already open like always. I can hear my mom screaming in a drunken rage because domestic disturbance isn't an issue anymore. Instead of waiting for her to calm down, I parade into the house and walk right into the kitchen where Mom is drinking excessive amounts of alcohol without worries of alcoholic poisoning.
"What the hell are you doing home you little runt!" My mom yells. I start to tremble like a weak little girl which is the opposite of my given personality.
"I live here." I say. "OMG please don't hurt me!"
"I'm going to hurt you." Mom says. She smashes a bottle over my head. By some sort of dramatic miracle, I'm not unconscious even though it was a large bottle made with thick glass. I don't even fall to the ground because I'm a super human.
"That didn't hurt!" I say because I'm practically begging for another beating. Why is mom suddenly so angry?
"You're fat!" I taunt. Oh no! For some weird reason, my mom is suddenly in a complete rage. She grabs my head and breaks my nose with her knees. I fall to the ground and let my arms flop uselessly even though I could use them to fight her off.
"Okay that's enough beatings. I'm going to drink more whiskey. There's ham in the fridge if your almost non-existent pain make you hungry." Mom says in a normal voice. She dances off while opening another bottle of gin and whiskey.
"Nobody loves me." I whimper even though I have two best friends who would do anything for me because they love me. Even though my nose is broken, I still have enough energy to grab some ham and go to my room and sleep soundly. Hey! I never pass down ham! Even when I should have a concussion and I'm suffering from the pain of a broken nose!
The next morning at school, my nose if magically healed but I still have a small bruise on my cheek. (A/N: Yes. CHEEK.) I open my locker carefully because my arms are sore even though my mom didn't even touch them. Carly and Freddie walk up and totally don't notice my injuries. I wish they would!
"What happened to your face Sam?" Freddie becomes the most observant person on Earth.
"I got hit with a sandwich!" I lie even though I could just tell them what was wrong and have all my conflicts resolved over the next week.
"Oh, you should be more careful." Carly's only line in the whole story.
"Sam are you being abused?" Freddie asks.
"NO!" I slam my locker and storm out of the school even though it's morning. I walked home and open my front door. My mom is waiting for me with a knife.
"Sam, I'm going to random kill you." Mom says.
"But WHY?" I cry.
"To add to the rising action of the plot so the climax will be more exciting!" Mom stabs my legs with the knife.
"Why didn't you die?" Mom shouts angrily. I run out of the house with the knife still stuck in my leg. I run into Freddie who is miraculously standing in my driveway.
"FREDDIE!" I say happily, "My mom is trying to kill me!"
"I'll take care of this!" Freddie pushes me aside and pulls out a gun. My mom comes running out of the house and he shoots her in the head.
"Horary for murder!" I celebrate.
"Instead of asking question first and shooting later, Sam why didn't you fight back?"
"Because, stupid, I'll slap cops and be rude to random adults I don't even know but I'd never talk back to my mom."
"Okay, that makes sense." Freddie says. Then we're totally making out in the middle of the street because any injuries I'd sustained from my mom are magically healed by Freddie's kiss.
"I've loved you for the last three minutes Freddie." I purr in a totally out-of-character sexy voice.
"And I've loved you for the last six minutes." Freddie purrs back.
"Let's go show Carly our suddenly strong, no-hate, perfectly mutual love for each other!" I suggest.
"Okay! I'm sure she'll have no objections due to the lack of any emotional development between us!" Freddie agrees.
"Toaster."
Hoped you guys liked that one! I'm thinking about doing the vampire one next. Any suggestions? I got some good ones last time. Keep em' coming!