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FREDDIE's POV

Here I was, sitting in a corner next to Sam, who is sobbing. The Groovie Smoothie is now empty. Everyone went home. Even T-Bo is gone, he was so scared of me that he screamed like a little girl and went away. Carly texted me to be calm and to not hurt Sam in that way, the crazy and dangerous way. Since when does she care about Blondie? And since when do I care? Because I've never felt guilty over her. I've never felt ashamed that I did something to her. And above all I've never wanted to just hug her and say that I'm sorry over and over again. I want to hold her and be able to say that everything is going to be okay, even if it is my fault. I can't believe this! What the hell is wrong to me? I've done other bad things to her in the past and I've never and I mean never felt guilty and ashamed. But still, this is different. I wanted to stab her, I wanted to kill her. I wanted her dead. My friends even think I've gone too far, even Carly. They were scared of me. Sam was scared of me, more than usual. Normally I would've liked that, but now…not so much. I honestly have no idea what to do now.

"Sam, please stop crying. I won't hurt you, I promise."

She tried to hold her tears and she just kept looking to the ground.

"Sam, I'm so sorry. Really, I mean it. I don't know what came over me, I just, I…"

I didn't even know what to say. She held her head up and looked at me.

"I just want to go home."

"Sure. Let me help you get up."

"N-no. I can do it by myself."

She stood up and went outside. So did I. I saw her walking the opposite direction to go home. For the first time ever, I'm hoping that she'll be okay. I want home and went to sleep.

SAM's POV

Tears were streaming down my face while I was walking home. I cannot believe this just happened. I got beer all over my body and on top of that, I was almost dead tonight. Freddie went crazy. Like he was a monster. He had never done this before. Monday is school and that's when I'm going to see him again. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. I'm now standing in front of my house. What am I going to say to my mom? Guess, I'll just see. I went inside and I found my mom watching TV.

"Hey, baby. Is the party already over. Did you have fun?"

"Uhh, mom.."

"OMG Sam! What happened to your hair and your clothes? They are wet and they smell like…like beer?"

"Yeah mom, people drink beer at a party. Some people spilled it and it land on my hair and clothes, but I'm fine. I had fun." No way am I going to tell her what really happened.

"Ow, okay sweetie. Well go take a shower."

"I will and then I'm going to bed."

"Really. But it's not even 10 pm and it's Friday."

"I know, I'm just really tired."

"Okay sweetie. Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams."

I went to my room to take my clothes off. But first I want to my computer to see if I got something. I went to SplashFace and I saw a lot of commets on my profile.

Helloooo, are you dead yet?

I hope Freddie killed you. We're so much better off without you.

I heard Freddie got soft on her…bummer. I wish he would have finished the deed.

Why did she even go to that party. She's so pathetic! And to even think that someone cared about her…hah! Like that would ever happen!

I know that I shouldn't have gotten a Splash face profile, but I need it to see homework and stuff on the site. Unfortunately people can still say things to or about you. The teachers can't do anything because they can't control it. Even if the school rule is to not harm each other online. Everyone can say bad stuff, so no point in getting the whole school for detention. I logged off and headed to the shower and then I went to bed. The images of tonight playing over and over again.

FREDDIE's POV

SUNDAY 5 A.M.

I was on my dad's funeral. I was telling him how much I missed him and how I wished that he would've been here with me. But then fog appeared around me and all of the sudden I was standing in a forest. My dad was standing in front of me.

"Dad! Y-you're alive!"

"Son, what you did to her…you shouldn't have done that."

"D-dad, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Sam! You wanted to stab her!"

"Yeah but dad, thanks to her, you're gone."

"I'm still here Freddie! In your heart. I've never left. Freddie you shouldn't have tried to stab her. Even considering it, thinking about it, is a wrong thing. I'm very disappointed in you."

"B-but dad.." Tears were streaming down my face. "I said I was sorry. I felt so bad, dad, you've know idea."

"No , I do. And you've got to stop blaming her and her dad for my death. It is not their fault. Just leave the poor girl alone."

"I can't get over it."

"Freddie…" I looked in front of me and my dad was gone. The one person who was standing in front of me was Sam.

"Sam…"

"Why did you want to stab me? I've never did anything wrong."

"I-I, I'm so sorry! I swear I won't do it again." I cried and cried like I never did before.

"I have been feeling so guilty lately. All I have is these horrible nightmares of my dad being mad at me and you killing me! Why am I having those dreams?"

"Because, you feel guilty. So guilty that it is tearing you apart."

"Y-yes. I'm so sorry, I won't hurt you ever again!"

"Oh so you won't hurt me again?"

"Never!"

"Never? But I will."

Suddenly she held a knife and stabbed me in the stomach.

"Aaaahhhh! Stop! Please stop!"

"Freddie, are you okay. Shhh I'm here. Your mom is here."

My mom was sitting on my bed and she was holding me.

"This is the second time you woke up like that. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Mom, it's nothing. It is just about dad."

"But if it was about dad then you wouldn't be waking up like this."

"Maybe it is because my dreams are also about Sam Puckett."

"That blonde girl?"

"Yeah."

"Oh she is nice. Her dad used to be best friends with your dad."

"Yeah well.. wait, what? What did you just say?"

"Oh, didn't you know?"

"Uh No!"

"Freddie just get some sleep and I'll to you about it in the morning."

"Okay. Goodnight mom."

"Goodnight."

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