Sam's POV
After the dance, it was time to get going. It was getting late out. I wanted to stay longer but I couldn't let Freddie know that. I couldn't let anyone know how my mom treats me sometimes when she's around. It's true she's never home most of the time, she likes to go out to bar tenders get drunk and flirt with all the guys there. When she is home, it's never good, she ignores me, she doesn't care about me, and she's never happy to see me, truth be told, I don't really mind being ignored, it's not as worse than when she beats on me, hurts me and makes me cry. Ever since dad left things changed.
"Well it's getting late, we better go." Freddie told me.
I nodded. "Thank god, this date was getting to mushy for me anyways."
Freddie sighed as if he had something on his mind. Who knew what was wrong with the kid, he's so weird most if the time. I just shrugged pretending not to care, after all why should I? It's not like I'm starting to pitty or like him. I had my own problems to worry about than fooling around with some dork.
I felt tears wanting to escape my eyes as I looked around outside. I had my brown leather jacket and Freddie even offered to put it on for me. It was complete darkness outside and I hugged my chest as I felt a cold breeze blow my hair, and I felt a chill go down my spine.
"Are you alright Sam?" He asked, showing concern?
I quickly turned my head not wanting him to see my tears, I was going to be a wreck, so we had to leave quick. "I'm fine." I lied. "Let's just get out of here."
Freddie's POV
There was something fishy going on here. Something is off with Sam. Somethings bothering her. Was she that miserable on our fake date? I swore that I saw tears wanting to escape her eyes, and it's like she didn't want me to know something. Never in my life have I ever seen Sam Puckett breaking down. Even though she was hiding it from me, I could tell she was hurting for some reason.
I took pity on Sam and decided that I was going to walk her home. She might snap at me and break my arm off but I had to take the chance.
I sighed. "Sam, how about I go with you?" I asked.
She looked kind of surprised that I would do something like that for her. Well she's not Carly, but she wasn't giving me a hard time tonight, so I guess I owe her.
"You want to walk me home?" She asked.
I just stared. For some reason I felt like my face was turning red and I wanted to sweat. I felt lost at words, like I didn't know what else to say to Sam. "If you want." I quickly answered.
"Then come on, let's get going." She told me.
I was bubbling up with joy as she grabbed my hands. Sure she was kind of rough, but at least she didn't turn down my offer or break my arms and legs, right?
When we got to her house, she gulped as if going home and being with her mom is the most dreadful thing in the world. How bad could her mom be? I mean my mom is crazy and over protective.
"Is something bothering you Sam?" I asked concerned.
"I told you I was fine!" She snapped at me.
"Okay." I said not really in the mood to fight. I guess I should have never asked. Well there's always a lesson to learn from your mistakes.
She quickly went in the house and slammed the door, she didn't even bother to say goodnight. I stood at the door for awhile. I was concerned about her. She was hiding something from me and I wanted her to tell me what's wrong. But why would she open up to me if she hates my guts?
I heard a glass shattering into millions of pieces and a grown woman screaming, then I heard some curse words coming out of the woman's mouth. Words that my mom doesn't want me to hear.
"You little brat!" I heard the woman yell. She must have been pissed off with someone. My heart began racing when I heard crying and whimpering. It sounded like Sam. I couldn't stay for long, my mom was probably already worrying about me and I'm already five minutes late. I know five minutes is nothing, but try telling that to my mother.
Sam's POV
I huddled into a corner and was shivering with fear as my mom came closer. I could see the feiry look in her eyes, she looked at me as if I were a piece of trash, the biggest mistake of her life. She grabbed me by the hair and started pulling it like crazy.
"You are a real imbacel!" She screamed as she slammed me into the walls hard. "I want you dead, You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me in my life! You are good for nothing. My life would have been better if you were never born."
I felt more tears filling my eyes, and my heart felt pain, like I got stabbed. She raised her fist at me and punched me hard in the face.
"I never want to see you again! I want you out of my life! Just looking at you makes me sick. If it weren't for you, Joey would have never left us in the first place!"
"Go to your room!" She screamed right in my face. "I want you to stay away from me as far as possible, and there won't be any problems."
I nodded then I went upstairs and straight to my room. I locked the door, got on my bed and began to cry into my pillow. This had been the worst night of my life.
Carly's POV
I woke up early this morning. I was going to have a real talk with Sam. All these years I thought she was my friend, but I was wrong. Sam came over.
"Hey Carls, where's Fredweird?" She asked.
"None of your business!" I yelled at her.
She looked kind of startled that I would yell at her like that. "Okay, what's going on here?" She asked.
"Don't pretend to be all innocent and act like you're my friend when you're really not!" I yelled again.
For a minute I thought I saw a tear, but I didn't care!
"Carly-" She began.
"I read your diary Sam. Missy came over last night and showed me everything, I can't believe you!"
"What?" She was shocked.
"How long did you think you could actually hide your 'real feelings' from me?" I asked pointing a finger right at her chest.
Sam's POV
How could Carly be so mad at me, it's not like I wrote anything bad about her in my diary. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh really?" She asked me sarcastically. She then through a pink diary at me. I thought I left my diary at home, so how could Missy show Carly?
I picked up the diary and opened it. I began to read and my mouth dropped open in shock.
Dear diary
Carly actually thinks that I really like her when I'm only using and taking advantage of her. She's such a
loser. A big cry baby who takes tantrums when she doesn't get her way, and she says that I need to grow up.
She's so in to herself. It's all about 'her' if you ask me I'm the one who should be the main star of our webshow and call
it isam instead of icarly.
This was not my diary. Missy had set her up. This diary was just a look a like to mine. "Carly, this is not my diary-" She cut me off.
"Nice try Sam, I'm not as stupid as you think!"
"But-" I began.
"It's over Sam, for good this time. We are not friends anymore, don't ever come over my house again or call or talk to me ever again. I don't even want to look at you anymore!"
I felt myself wanting to cry again.
"Missy is my best friend again and she will help me with icarly. I don't need you anymore. And you can just leave Freddie alone as well!"
My body completly froze at the leave Freddie alone part. What did the dork have to do with any of this. "What?"
"It's not like you care about him anyway, all you do is bully and pick on him all the time!" She snapped at me. "So just leave him alone or you'll be sorry if you don't!"
Leaving Freddie alone was going to be kind of hard, seeing as I have to date him and all, for three whole months. Not like I was going to tell Carly that.
"So that's it Carly? You're just going to believe Missy's lies and turn against me?" I shook my head.
She just stared at me as if my birth was a big mistake, sometimes I felt that way about myself too, and to be honest I've been feeling it a lot lately.
"You're the liar Sam!" She screamed in my face.
So I left the apartment with my head hanging, I just wanted to be alone. Nobody loved me or wanted me around anyway. I bet the whole world would be a better place if I just kill myself and drop dead...