Hello, again. Yes, this is technically Sam's view of the situation. It might be a little confusing to which person she is talking about, her husband or Freddie. Let's just say all the good things are about Freddie; all the bad things are about her husband. In the first four paragraphs she is talking about her husband which is not Freddie. Just wanted to clear that up. Names will be used in the next chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I said I owned iCarly, two animated cats would burst through my window. We all don't want that to happen. So, I don't own iCarly.
Though she yearns to escape to him, she knows she cannot.
She had realized a moment too late that she could not escape from the situation she had fallen into. Why she fell into infatuation with the wretched man that was her husband, she will never know. Perhaps, it was her youth wrenched from her grasp. Perhaps, it was the drastic changes to her body at the delicate age of eighteen. Perhaps, it was the violent mood swings in addition to her agitation that had brought her to that tavern where he was.
Him with his auburn locks which hung past his shoulders and his piercing jade eyes. Him with his persistence to win her over. Him with his wicked heart that wooed her shattered mind. Him with his suave ways that broke her being. She was no longer she. She was his.
Six months into her pregnancy, he offered her a diamond ring. Her conscience seemed to set off a screeching siren. She replied with a tentative,' I'll think about it.' Was that rage that had flashed in his eyes? But it had disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. He said he would wait for her answer.
She thought she loved him. Or was he just her escape from the hideous reality? She brushed the thoughts off. She knew exactly who to confront about her doubts.
Yes, she had broken off their relationship. And what a wonderful relationship that had been. But they both knew it could never work. They were complete opposites. Fire and ice. Dark and light. Only brought together on their most vulnerable of nights. Though she had unknowingly broken his heart, they had stayed friends. Strictly friends.
But staring hopefully into his amber eyes kindled a blaze for him in her heart. She was torn in half, it seemed. Loving two. 'Just say the word,' she said silently to him. 'And I shall know which man I shall stay with for the rest of my life.' He had told her to marry. Her heart had plummeted. So, he had not loved her, after all. That love he had shown previously was just a facade for their child.
It wasn't until after her marriage that she saw a different side of her husband. The brutal, evil, drunkard side. She had received bruises and cuts for proof. She would have been able to murder him herself, but he had broken her. 'If you dare hurt me or tell anyone about anything, your daughter will die,' he threatened. 'I would like to see that happen,' she growled, striking him across the cheek. The doctor always wondered how the child could have such a severely broken arm from falling off the bed.
He had silenced her. She had a drawerful of excuses for her bruises, cuts, and broken limbs. 'I bumped myself on the corner of the kitchen table.' 'I am so clumsy. I struck myself with a hammer while installing new tiles.' 'The knife slipped while I was cooking.'
She had to move far away from her home. As much as it pained her, the child was not safe while in her custody. Not even on the otherside of the country was far enough for the child to never see her, again. The father was too concerned with the child not growing up properly. If only he knew.
It wasn't until now that she had realized, she loved him. He was such a good father to her child. He would never dare harm her or their child. But it was too late. She couldn't get a divorce. Her husband was obsessed with his power over her. She, her true love, and her daughter would surely be killed. So, she stays with a heavy heart and tears burning her eyes for what she used to be.
Though she yearns to escape to him, she knows she cannot, and this is what will truly kill Sam Puckett.