AN: I apologize for the wait. I have a list of excuses that run from falling asleep despite my resolve to finish in one night, to getting distracted and procrastination, and ultimately being grounded by my parents. I wish I had more to offer you in this chapter but I want to finish this as quickly as possible. It's a short chapter but it's something. I hope to have the last chapter done by the end of the week but this time I make no promises.
Sam and Spencer eat in silence agreeing to give Carly some space, but neither could eat much. Spencer gives up and begins throwing away his half eaten taco shell and spooning the unused meatballs back into its bowl. Sam finishes her taco and helps Spencer clean up before going to see Carly.
Sam stands outside Carly's door listening carefully for a clue to how Carly was coping. Judging from the lack of sound Sam knocks softly on the door hoping Carly will invite her in.
"Carls?"
No answer comes so Sam knocks harder. She again receives no answer. Samantha Puckett is not one to give up and take no for an answer. She gives Carly one more chance before letting herself in.
"Carly, can we talk about it?" She asks seeing her best friend lying motionless on the bed. "I know how you feel."
"Do you?" Carly asks angrily bolting upright.
Sam is taken aback by the sudden change in her friend. Carly Shay was not an angry person and this girl in front of Sam was. Her brown eyes almost black boring into Sam's blue green ones.
"Yes" Sam says confidently holding her own.
Carly stares Sam down for a while before breaking down in tears. Sam engulfs her in a hug allowing Carly to cry on her shoulder.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam asks.
"I honestly don't know what had happened Sam. One minute I'm standing there watching Freddie chase you and then the truck came and I turned around and it was coming right at me. I panicked! I stared at the truck willing it to stop, and when I realized that it wasn't I tried moving and I couldn't I even tried screaming for help but it was like my body was possessed." Carly explains rapidly. "I didn't even see Freddie coming. All I remember is seeing the driver's face screaming at me to get out of the road and then it becomes a blur."
Sam nods her head not wanting to interrupt Carly.
"I don't even remember feeling Freddie push me. I can't remember what it felt like to hit the ground. I just remember looking up and seeing the taco truck on its side and Freddie on the sidewalk," At the mention of Freddie Carly takes a shaky breath.
Sam feels a pain in her chest, almost like a tugging on her heart. She dismisses the feeling and focuses on the words coming out of Carly's mouth.
"I ran over to him screaming his name hoping to God that he was alright. When I reached him though his eyes were closed and he was moaning from the pain I guess. The truck driver came over and told me he had called 911 and then he started apologizing to me but to be honest I wasn't really listening. The ambulance and cops came really quick and the paramedic that looked at me said that I was really lucky because I could have died."
More tears streamed down Carly's cheeks. Sam grabs the box of tissues off of Carly's desk, grabs a few for her and hands the box over to Carly.
The girls sit in silence for a moment until Carly's cell phone interrupts it. It's a text from Freddie. Sam glances over Carly's shoulder reading the message out loud.
"I'm ok :)" The girls are both relieved at this. Carly immediately calls Freddie back only to get his frantic mother. Sam watches as Carly and Mrs. Benson talk and she can't help but to feel a small sadness when she realizes that she never got a text from Freddie. She doesn't know why this upsets her but she pushes it to the back of her mind because at this point it didn't matter; Freddie is alive.
AN: Thank you to those that reviewed, alerted, and/or favorite. Again I apologize for the length.