Never in my life had I been so happy to here the voice of Freddie Benson! I wrapped my good arm around him and squeezed him in a tight hug.
"Morning nub."I said as my voice cracked. I sat down on the bed next to him and dropped my backpack on the floor.
"Why are you here and what do you with me? He asked as he flipped on the lights.
"I've been keeping secrets and I think it about time I come clean." I said starting to sniffle. Freddie's expression softened a little. He pulled me into a hug and stroked my hair while I cried. Between sobs I told everything that I had hid from Carly and him. He listened to me with full understanding and handed me anti-bacterial tissues when I needed them. For a guy rudely awakened at 3:30 in the morning, he was being really understanding. Freddie looked pretty shocked at some of the things I told him, but this probably put in a lot of missing puzzle pieces. I told him everything from the first time Mom was drunk to the present.
"Sam, look at your arm." he said. By now the entire sleeve was stained purple and their were little pools of blood on Freddie's Galaxy Wars comforter.
"Sorry about your nerd blanket."I said.
Freddie frowned and said "Sam, I'm more concerned about your loss of blood than my bed. If you'll let me, I'll bandage it for you."
"Sure, Fredork. Mama likes being pampered." I said, acting as though I hadn't just made a huge life changing confession.
"Take off your shirt." said Freddie as he grabbed a roll of gauze and other medical stuff from his dresser.
"Whoa! Mama didn't mean that kind of pampering!" I said in shock and confusion.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Freddie said as his face turned a bright shade of red. "I gotta be able to get to your arm!"
"Oh. Okay."I said. I took my shirt off and threw it across the room. It landed on a statue of some dude from Galaxy Wars.
I was glad to be wearing a good bra today because one with barbecue stains would have been embarrassing. This was actually my favorite one. It was striped and purple. Freddie sat back down on the bed. I suddenly realized he was only wearing his boxers. Freddie was pretty muscular for a nub. A six pack and biceps were just something I didn't picture when I thought of Freddie. I reached out and pinched his tummy.
"Ow! What was that for?" Freddie exclaimed.
I giggled and said "I wanted to see if they were real, but I'm still not convinced." Freddie frowned and lifted my arm. He slid a towel under it, the poured some cold liquid from a brown plastic bottle on my shoulder. My cut started fizzing!
"What did you do to me?" I shrieked. It didn't hurt but still wouldn't you worry if you started foaming?
"Don't worry! It's just some medicine to clean the cuts." he told me.
"By the way, where is Crazy? I figured she would have woken up with all the talking we've been doing."
"Mom's working the night shift at the hospital this week."Freddie said, "Anymore she's either obsessively taking care of me or at the hospital. Sometimes she works at the ER during the school year. Her life is based on medical treatments. It's all Mom does." Freddie's face looked a little sad.
I stared at him for a moment. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how alike we were. We're who we are because of our moms. Freddie was a dork because tech stuff only thing his overly protective mom would let him do. He could have been a cool guy if it weren't for the limits and rules he was forced to live with.
Freddie picked up some tweezers and leaned over me. I snatched the tweezers from him.
"Sam give me those! I need to get the glass out of your arm!" he said, trying to grab the item I held just out of his reach.
"No! I'm the only person who digs glass out of my skin!"I screamed. No nub was jabbing me with a pair of tiny tongs!
"You're inexperienced with proper glass removal!"he yelled back. This statement made me furious for an unknown reason. Using my good arm, I swiftly pulled Freddie into a headlock.
"Do you really think I'm inexperienced?" I whispered in a cold voice, "I was thrown through a second story window when I was eight. I broke my arm and leg and nearly bled to death, but I still didn't go to the hospital. No, I took care of myself. My right arm has never been quite the same since then." I pulled him tighter. He began to claw at my arm.
"I've been torture, beaten, and hurt all my life and I never showed it. How's that for inexperienced?" I said dropping him. Freddie collapsed in a heap on the floor, gasping for air, while I tried to work the glass out of my skin.
When he finally caught his breath, he said "Look Sam, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I lost control and nearly choked you...again."I said feeling a little ashamed.
Fredward gave me the classic "Freddie Benson Smile"and said " I think you deserve to choke someone after the day you've had."
Freddie's POV
I got up and laid down next to Sam, still rubbing my neck. If you ever been choked by Sam, you know what the Jaws of Life feel like.
"Will you let me pick out the glass now?" I asked taking the tweezers from her.
Sam sighed and gave in. "Fine." she groaned, "Just be careful."
Sam closed her eyes and pretty soon was snoring. She was so beautiful when she was asleep. Her blonde curls were spread out over my pillows. This was the first time I had ever seen Sam perfectly still. I looked at her skin carefully. Faded scars thickly covered the left side of her rib cage and her arms. Little bruises covered her everywhere. Her bandage was already bloody and sacrlet.
'Oh Sam, why did you keep all this a secret?' I thought to myself.
As it turned out, Sam had done a fantastic job at cleaning her cut, so I ended up finishing early. I put all the equipment away, then I wrapped her cut in gauss covered in medical cream.
I turned out the light and laid back down with Sam. She shivered a little in her sleep and curled into ball. I pulled the blankets over her and I. Sam cuddled up next to me and wiggled her good arm around my neck. The smell of citrus fruits and bacon wrapped around my brain, forcing me to snuggle in closer and breathe in even more deeply. I didn't know what was happening, but I was strangely enjoying this part.
Streaks of moonlight poured in through my frosty window. I kissed Sam's forehead and swore I saw her smiling. No smugness or spite, just a genuine smile. I just laid there, memorizing this moment, until it was permanently etched in my mind. I closed my eyes and felt tired. I fell asleep within minutes
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