I'm not sure what Sam's mom is like so I had to make her up. PLEASE REVIEW! MAKE MY DAY! LOL
I do not own iCarly. If I did I would make way more Seddie, and put myself in the show. Me and my acting skills. lol.
Chapter 3:
Sam's Mom. Sam's POV
It's Saturday. NO SCHOOL! It was 3 a.m. not to early I guess. I walked downstairs. Mom was drunk again and passed out on the couch. "Mom you have to stop!" I whispered desperatley. Obviously, thinking she wouldn't hear. "Sam! It's all your fault I'm like this! If you hadn't wanted so badly to get that new keyboard at the music shop, he wouldn't have gotten in that car accident!" she always believed it was my fault that my dad was dead.
She threw the bottle at me. It just barely missed my head. She stood up, stumbling her way over to me and smacked me and kicked me and punched me.
I ducked under one of her punches, and ran out of the room, to Carly's apartment. I knew I had bruises all over me. I knew Carly had a keyboard in a back room, where Spencer kept his artwork and sculptures. I picked the lock, and ran in crying, I knew that Carly and Spencer weren't home. They were visiting some family, far away. I ran to that back room.
I turned the keyboard on real low. Before I sat down, I thought that I had heard a noise. I ignored it and sat down. I played and sang my heart out. My song was about one thing and one thing only. My mom. I sang at first quite happy, thinking of the great times we used top have before my dad died. Then I started playing and singing more slowly, the turning point of my life, when my dad died and my mom became drunk all the time. I also sang about how my mom was always beating me.
I stopped playing, and hung my head.
I swore that I had heard a noise. I turned, looking around the room. The little window at the top of the wall, all the artwork under sheets around the room, and one shadow. WAIT A SECOND! The shadow is shaped like a person crouching behind a sculpture. Oh what was the point. I just turned around facing the keyboard and hung my head again. Again I heard a noise, it sounded like someone walking towards me. It put its hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Freddie's face. That sweet face that I had beat up and made fun of almost all of my life. The face that had always been there for me. The face that had never left me no matter what I did. I sat and stared into his brown eyes, relieved that he was here, but embarressed that he had heard me. "Go away, Benson." "No. " "Now" "No" "Please" I begged. "Sam, what happened, why are you here, what's wrong?" "Stop asking questions." "Sorry, Sam, I know I don't usually barge in and ask a lot of questions, but I want to help you." Of course he wanted to be there for me. He's always there for me. He sat down next to me on the piano bench. He put his hands around me. I put my head on his shoulder and cried my heart out.