Sam POV:

I grabbed my clothes and threw them into a suitcase. I looked over at Freddie's empty suitcase and sighed. I walked into the kitchen. Liz stood in the kitchen stirring something in a bowl. "What ya cooking?" I asked her.

Liz turned and smiled at me. "Scrambled eggs," she said glancing down at the bowl. "And I have bacon and sausage cooking in the microwave. Also, we're going to have hot chocolate or orange juice. Whichever you want."

I smiled at Liz. "Sounds delicious," I told her. "I'm glad that I learned that you love to cook. Now I have someone cooking food for me." I laughed. Liz turned and glared at me. I coughed. "I mean us," I said.

Liz rolled her eyes at me. "Well, you never asked me," she said.

I nodded my head. "Where's your dad?" I asked her.

She pointed to a note on the table. "He went to the office," she said.

I groaned. "Again? Is he always going there?"

She shrugged. "Maybe," she said.

"I wasn't asking you a question."

"So?"

I rolled my eyes. "Can you watch everyone while I go to Freddie's work?" I asked Liz.

"Sure, whatever," she said.

"Good, while I'm gone, you're in charge," I said as I grabbed my purse and started to leave the house.

...~*~...

I walked into Freddie's office and sat down in a waiting chair. I heard high heels tapping against the floor and coming in my direction. I turned my head in that direction and I saw long, black hair fly by the glass wall. I slowly stood up and followed her.

"Hey," she said not turning around. "I know you're there, Samantha."

I didn't say anything and just kept following her.

She turned around on her heel and I saw that she was Abigail. Of course. "So, what are you doing here, again?" she asked rudely. "Are you here to make-out with Freddie or something?"

I glared at her. "Shut up, bitch," I said.

She faked gasped. Her hand flew over her mouth. "Why do you think I'm a bitch?" she asked me in a fake sad voice. She rolled her eyes and glared at me. "Anyways, I have work to do. It's so much more important than talking to a stupid food-loving girl." She turned and started walking away.

"Hey," I shouted. "Where are you going?"

She turned around again and looked at me. "Someone's a little nosy," she said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "If you must know, I'm going to work in the office a few floors down. The guy there is supposedly smart enough to work with computers and help out with the Lime Software for computers."

"Boring," I said drawing out the word.

She scowled at me. "Ugh, you're so stupid and crazy," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"What I'm trying to say is, I don't understand why the hell Freddie married you. You're total opposites and have nothing in common," she said. "Plus-"

"You're in-love with him," I said finishing for her. She glared at me. "Just tell me if you are or not."

"Fine, Queen Bitch. If you want to put it that I love him, then sure. Whatever," she said. "And there's only one thing standing in between me and him."

"Huh?" I said.

"Let me repeat myself. There's only one thing standing between Freddie and me. And that one thing is a stupid blonde-headed demon," she said glaring at me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran up to her and grabbed her shirt collar and pulled her close to me. "Listen up, bitch," I said angrily. "If you lay one fuckin' finger on Freddie, I will kick your ass so hard you won't know what the hell happened to you."

Abigail rolled her eyes. "Wow, I'm sooo scared," she said sarcastically.

I held onto her shirt tighter. "And if you dare hurt any of my kids, I'll kill you."

"So you care about them more than Freddie?" she asked.

"What?"

"You care about your little brats more than your husband?" she asked.

"I love them all the same, but maybe Freddie a little more," I said to her.

"But you'd kill me if-"

"Just shut-up!" I said shoving her into the wall.

Abigail fell into the wall, her hair flying everywhere. She screeched quietly and fell on her butt. She groaned and glared up at me. She stood up and grabbed my hair and shoved me into the glass wall. I groaned and slowly got up from the floor. I ran over to Abigail and, instead of kicking her like I was planning, I grabbed her by the shirt collar once more. "Listen to me carefully, if you hurt Freddie, my kids, or me, I will kick your ass and I will make sure you get hurt, bitch," I said to her.

She shoved me. "Why would I ever hurt Freddie? Or your poor, innocent, sweet, and kind little brats - I mean children?" she asked.

I glared at her. "And you're just as violent as me. If you think Freddie shouldn't be with a violent girl, then you're lost and stupid," I told her.

She glared at me. "And what about your poor little friend, Carly, and her family? Or your sister and her family? May I hurt them?" she asked innocently.

I shoved her into the wall. "Shut-up, bitch. I swear I'll kill you and no one will ever miss your sorry little ass,"I said.

"Sam," a voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw Freddie standing there, his arms crossed over his chest and he was glaring at me. I turned back around and looked at Abigail and I saw fake fear on her face and in her eyes. And a hint of a smirk on her mouth. "Sam," Freddie said again. "Go to my office immediately."God, it sounded like I was back in school and Freddie was the principal.

I heaved a big breath and walked to Freddie's office. I glanced back and saw Freddie walk over to Abigail. "Are you alright?" he asked her.

"No, she shoved me into the wall a few times," Abigail whimpered to him.

Freddie sighed. "Don't worry, it's just Sam. She's just a violent girl and she wouldn't hurt you unless she had a good reason. Do you know what that is?" he asked.

Abigail nodded her head. "She thinks I'm trying to steal you from her or something. But, you know that would never happen. We're just friends. Can't she understand that?" Abigail said to him.

Freddie sighed again. "I'm sorry, Abigail. I guess Sam is just really paranoid and then her violence came in when she saw you. I'm really sorry. But I'm going to go talk to her and find out why she attacked you and such. I'll also have her come back and say sorry to you," he said.

I sighed to myself and continued walking to his office and walked in.

"Don't worry, Freddie. I understand," I heard Abigail say as I walked into Freddie's office.

I sat down in the chair behind Freddie's desk and looked at all his papers, mainly because I was bored. I saw a letter from Abigail on his desk. "I wonder what this is," I muttered to myself. I opened it up and glanced over the letter. It was actually nothing important, just a stupid letter about the Lime Software. I sighed and closed it back up and put it back on his desk.

I saw the door to Freddie's office open up and Freddie walked in. His face was starting to turn red and well, he looked angry. "Hey, Fredward," I said calmly and nicely. "How's-"

"I don't have time for this, Puckett-"

"Benson," I corrected him.

Freddie glared at me. "As I was saying, I don't have time for this. So let's get this over with quickly. One, why the hell did you yell at Abigail?" he asked angrily.

"Well, because she was asking for it," I said.

"How?"

"She was being sarcastic with me and she called me stupid and crazy!" I told him.

"Wow, the slightest things make you angry."

"Shut it, Fredward," I said angrily.

Freddie rolled his eyes at me. "Second, why did you shove Abigail?" he asked.

I would have said, 'she shoved me first!' But unluckily, that wasn't true. "She was just pissing me off and saying rude things to me. She also kept calling me a bitch," I told him.

"Abigail wouldn't do that, Sam. She's too nice," Freddie said.

"That's what you think," I muttered to myself.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Nothing," I told him.

He groaned. "Stubborn woman," he muttered to himself. He sighed and said, "Third, why do you think Abigail is trying to steal me from you?"

"First, she. Said. So!" I told him angrily. "Second, she's always fuckin' flirting with you!"

"Watch your mouth," Freddie said. "I'm getting tired of your cussing."

I stood up and glared at him. "You shut your mouth and let me finish," I told him angrily. "Third, she hates our kids and wants to get rid of them! Fourth. She. Said. So!" I yelled the last part at him.

"Sam," Freddie said angrily. "Abigail and I are just friends. Guys and girls can be friends. Carly and I are friends and you're fine with that! Maybe you're fine with Carly because she's married to Gibby, but your jealous of Abigail because she's not married! Maybe-"

"That's not it, Fredward! I don't give a damn if you're friends with girls. And-"

"Listen, Samantha! You're just jealous that she is spending more time with me, but-"

"You listen to me, Fredwad," I said. "I hate her. She hates me. I'm married to you. She's in-love with you. She wants to get me out of the way!" I yelled.

"No, she doesn't!"

"Yes, she does! She even said so!"

"Do you have proof?" Freddie asked.

"Uh... No?" I said uncertainly.

"Yeah, I thought so," Freddie said. He glared at me and then took a deep breath. "Sam, just go back home. We'll go on vacation and everything will be fine, maybe. If I can find it in myself to forgive you for going off on Abigail."

"Do you love her?" I said angrily.

"I love her as a friend," he said. "I've always loved her as a friend and I always will."

"Freddie, just stop talking to her! She hates my guts and-"

"Sam, do you not want to go to Hawaii?" Freddie asked suddenly.

Hell, no. Not if you may get killed. "Of course!" I said.

"Then go apologize to Abigail. After that, go home and stay there! Pack our suitcases and everything and I'll try to forgive you," he said to me.

I sighed. "Is that it?" I asked sadly.

"Maybe."

I sighed again. "Whatever to you," I said. I walked over to Freddie and looked him in the eye. "Just don't believe me," I whispered angrily. I shoved him out of my way and walked down the hall to Abigail's office. I searched the area, but couldn't find her.

Then I remembered that she had said she would be a few floors down. I smirked to myself and grabbed my phone.

To: Fredgeek

From: Blonde-Demon

Couldn't find Abigail. I searched really hard.

I continued smirking and walked out of the office building.

...~*~...

I sat down on my bed and glanced at the suitcases. They were all packed up. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest and fell back against the bed. "Stupid life," I muttered. "Stupid Abigail. Stupidly cute Freddie. Stupid stupid stupid," I muttered.

The door opened and Freddie walked in. "Hey," I said to him. He ignored me and walked to the closet. He grabbed his pajama shirt. He stripped his shirt off. "Fredward," I said again.

Freddie turned around and looked at me. "I don't want to talk to you right now," he said angrily.

I hopped off the bed and ran over to Freddie. I wrapped my arms around his chest. "I'm sorry," I murmured.

"It doesn't matter. Just get off me," he said. He unwrapped my arms and turned away from me, pulling a shirt on. Freddie turned away from me ad left the bedroom. I sighed and glanced at Freddie as he left to the bathroom. I followed him to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. "Go away, Sam," he said.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at Freddie. "Freddie, please just listen to me," I said.

Freddie turned and glared right back at me. "You have one minute," he said. I took a deep breath and was about to begin. "55 seconds." I glared at Freddie. "Come on, you're wasting time," he said.

"Alright, so I walked up to Abigail and tried to start a nice conversation with her. Then she started calling me stupid, crazy, bitchy, ect. So, I got mad at her and started yelling at her. Then she just really ticked me off so I lost my temper and grabbed her shirt and threatened her. Then she laughed and said that she was going to steal Freddie from me or something. She I got even angrier and gave her a real threat. Then she said that she'd hurt our kids, Carly, Gibby, ect. So I shoved her into a wall and-"

"Your times up," Freddie said. "Now leave."

I glared at Freddie. "Stupid," I said. I walked away from him and started to leave the bathroom then stopped. "Oh, and I've already got all the stupid bags packed. I guess we leave tomorrow," I said.

"Yeah, whatever."

I left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen. Liz stood there, her arms over her chest. "I heard y'all's argument," she said. "So did Jena. She started crying and saying her dreams are coming true." Liz glared at me and sighed angrily. "You two just need to stop fighting for once. It gets sick and old and it hurts the younger kids. And sometimes it hurts me and Jason. So just stop," she said. She turned away and left the kitchen.

I sighed and sat down in a chair in the kitchen. God, now my whole family hated me.

And they all lived happily ever after. No, seriously. They will. lol. Anyways, I'm still not happy with this chapter. I planned for Abigail and Sam to get into a fight and I tried to come up with a good way to make it. I also wanted Freddie to see Sam get mad at Abigail to make the story more interesting. But don't worry, Sam and Freddie always make-up. ;)

Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. No seriously, I hope you did.

So, just to let y'all know, each chapter will be at least 2,000 words. This one was 2,624, so yeah. Sorry that they're always so long. I'm trying to make them longer than usual. :)

Until next chapter, when Sam and Freddie hopefully make-up!

~Insane Blueberry~

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