A/N: Okay so here's the next chapter (^-^) Sorry for making you guys wait.
Flashback
Sam sat on the floor, flicking through a teen magazine. She didn't notice a drunk guy (her mom's boyfriend) sneaking up on her. The man quickly covered Sam's mouth with his hand.
'If you dare scream I'll knock your head off.' He threw Sam onto the couch. He raped her. He picked up Sam and smashed her into the floor, many times. By then, Sam was already screaming and crying from the pain. The guy got angry.
'You dare scream? I told you not to!' He picked up some wine bottles and threw them at Sam. Suddenly she felt her phone vibrate. She hurriedly picked up her phone and was about to say something when one of the wine bottles hit her broken leg. She screamed again.
'Sam? Are you okay?' Freddie's voice issued from the phone.
Sam managed to scream 'No!', half to the guy and half to Freddie. The guy hurled a wine bottle again, and this time it hit her head. Her head hit the floor.
'Sam? Sam!' Freddie cried. Sam managed to mutter his name before the guy screamed in rage and smashed her phone to bits with his foot. That was when Sam succumbed to darkness that was overwhelming her.
End of Flashback
Freddie's POV(Sunday, 12:45 PM)
After hearing her story, I really wanted to kill that guy. He raped her! That… well, cussing won't help, would it?
'Freddie? Are you alright? Your facial expression is really weird.' Sam commented, looking at me.
I gazed at her, my fury growing by the second. 'Sam, answer me. Did he really rape you?'
She bit her lip and burst into tears again. I pulled her into my arms again. At that moment, some paramedics came in. They put her into an ambulance. I got in and silently waited for us to arrive.
Sam's POV (Sunday, 5:00 PM)
After an eternity, the doctor finally finished the stupid checkup. He said I had two broken legs. Well, duh! I can feel it. However, the doctor said I had to stay the night at the stupid hospital. Oh well. And I have to get around using a wheelchair. Come ON! I just have two broken legs. I don't NEED a wheelchair!
When I got to my room and onto my bed, I immediately flicked through the channels. A rerun of Harry Potter was starting. I was about to start watching it when Freddie came in. He looked at the screen. 'Harry Potter? That's so LAME.' (A/N: I LOVE HARRY POTTER! So don't kill me!)
I shrugged. 'It's alright. Where's Carly?'
Freddie scratched his elbow. 'She's coming over.'
'Oh.' He got a chair and sat down. I stared at the television for a while. Suddenly I felt Freddie holding my hand. I whipped my head around.
'Sam, are you okay? You're getting paler and skinnier, even though you still eat the same amount of meat.' I opened my mouth, wanting to snap back. But in his chocolate brown eyes, all I saw was concern.
'I'm… fine.' I looked away, blushing.
'Okay…' He stared at me, then looked at the screen. We sat there, staring at the screen. Although I was trying really hard to concentrate on the movie, my eyes kept straying to the guy next to me- Freddie.
I thought about today. And Freddie with Carly. Ugh. Why are tears coming to my eyes- again? I glared at the screen. After a few minutes, I lost my concentration yet again. But this time, a tear slipped out from my eye. I quickly wiped it away, hoping that he didn't see it. He did.
'Sam, are you alright?' Freddie asked anxiously. 'Why are you crying?'
'I'm fine.' I folded my arms, glaring at the screen. 'I'm not crying. It's just your imagination. Go and watch Harry snog the Boggart.'
When I said 'snog', another tear slipped out from the corner of my eye. I tried to wipe it away, but Freddie was quicker. He caught the tear on the tip of his finger. 'You were saying?'
'I am not crying. Holy chiz, what happened to your clothes?' I was turning my head away from him when I glimpsed his originally spotless, germ-free clothes. Dried blood covered most of his shirt, making it a dark red color. His pants were practically dyed red. He looked terrible. I looked at him, horrified.
'It's nothing.' He shrugged. Then suddenly it dawned on me.
'Oh my god, Freddie! Why didn't you tell me I was ruining your clothes?' I yelled, glaring at him.
'It isn't a big problem.'
'Haha. Won't Mommy panic?'
'She's away for a month. I have plenty of time to think about what I should say to her.' He smirked. But then his chocolate eyes turned serious. 'But Sam, don't change the subject. Why were you crying?'
'Look, Freddie. You wouldn't understand.' I avoided his intense stare. My chin was jerked upwards, and I found myself only a few inches away from Freddie's face. My heart started to beat uncontrollably. 'Freddie, let go of my face!'
'Sam, you were definitely crying. Also, you ARE getting thinner and paler. I don't care whether it's embarrassing for you or you just don't feel like it. You can't keep saying nothing's wrong.' He let go of her chin. 'You can tell me.'
I sighed and turned my face away, debating whether I should tell him. Friendship won over embarrassment, and I faced him again. I took a deep breath and whispered, 'This isn't the first time he's r- r-…' I hung my head.
'Raped you.' I jumped at his tone of voice and gawked at him. I had never seen him like this before. His voice was low and poisonous, containing a huge amount of hatred- for once. His chocolate brown eyes were now bitter chocolate. His hands were clenched into fists. Honestly, for the first time in my life, I was scared of Freddie.
'I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, Freddie. It's so… embarrassing!' I buried my face in my hands, tears falling fast and thick.
I felt Freddie stroking my hair. I lifted my head up. 'What am I going to do?'
He patted my shoulder. 'Sam, no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you.' I smiled weakly. 'Freddie, you aren't going to tell anyone about this, aren't you?'
He tilted his head. 'Do you want me to?'
'Actually it would be better if you didn't. I'm not sure whether I want the whole world to know yet. I'm sure the police will tell the whole world when they've caught him.' I gazed at him earnestly.
'Umm… Sam? They told me not mention this to you, but… they've lost him.'
Just then, Carly rushed in, and I didn't bring up the subject for the whole visit.
Sam's POV (Sunday, 7:30 PM) (A/N: Just to let you know what's the time.)
After talking to Freddie about it, I felt a bit better. Carly drone on and on how she was so sorry for not asking me to stay, she was an idiot etc. I was so bored, I blocked her voice out. But because she's my best friend, I pretended to listen to her.
'Visiting hours are over. Get out.' A grumpy-looking nurse barked from the doorway.
'Okay. Bye, Sam.' Carly left. I glared at Freddie. 'Aren't you going to leave?'
'Yes, of course.' He bended forward and kissed my forehead. He smiled, stood up and left.
Oh. My. God.
Freddie's POV (Sunday, 7:33 PM)
Oh. My. God.
I can't believe I just kissed Sam on the forehead. Sure, it wasn't on the lips and definitely NOT romantic. But STILL, I kissed Sam.
On the way back home, I smiled like an idiot. Some guy yelled at me, but I didn't care.
I finally got the guts to kiss Sam.
Sure, I've kissed her before. This is different.
The first time I kissed Sam, there was nothing. Not even a spark. But this time, I felt tingles running through my body. (A/N: Sorry if this is inaccurate. I haven't kissed anyone yet. I'm only twelve years old. XD Please tell me what actually happens for future reference.)
When I got back home, the first thing I did was to dump my stained clothes into the washing machine. If my mom found out I've stained my clothes like that, I would die a horrible death.
I changed into my pajamas and flopped onto my bed, completely worn out. I was nearly asleep when my phone rang. It was Carly.
'Hello? Carly?'
'Hey, Freddie. Do you mind if I come over?'
'Umm… sure.'
The doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a crying Carly.
A/N: Do you think I should start to use Carly's POV? Anyway, review! (If you've read my stories, please go to my homepage and vote!)