CHAPTER FOUR

CARLY'S POV

Freddie and I walked the rest of the way to Bushwell Plaza, my home. I was covered in Sam's blood, but it looked like Freddie was drenched with it. After all, he had been holding her the entire time. I think he feels really bad about it. He just seems so depressed. When I had come out of the Groovy Smoothies, the first thin I had noticed when I saw Freddie holding Sam was the way she touched his cheek, and the loving way they looked at each other.

Did they like each other? I wonder…

FREDDIE'S POV

Carly unlocked the door to their apartment and we both walked in. I didn't feel like going home just yet. I didn't want my mom asking me what had happened to my new clothes. If I had told her the truth, she would freak out over necessary measures, even if she didn't like Sam that much.

"Hey kiddo—"Spencer stopped when he took in the sight of us.

"Oh my gosh. What happened?" he asked.

Carly started to explain the entire thing to him. I couldn't say anything, because I knew I would burst into tears again. I just couldn't get that image of Sam lying there unconscious, out of my head. I always thought of Sam as mighty, and indestructible. But seeing her lying here so vulnerable made me feel some-what hopeless.

Who knew?

Maybe Sam Puckett—the girl I was in love with—was already dead.

Spencer was always cheerful and happy, but when Carly finished explaining things, he looked dead serious.

"Okay. I'll drive you guys to the hospital in two hours. By then, why don't you guys get cleaned up," he said.

"Can I hand out over here?" I asked.

"Sure," both Carly and Spencer said simultaneously.

I nodded.

"Oh never mind. I just remembered. I don't have spare clothes here. I'll take a shower and come back over here." I asked as I walked out of their apartment. I shut the door behind me, and I stood there in the hallway for a minute.

Here we go; I thought to myself and then entered my apartment.

As soon as I walked in, my mom came running to me. I guess she was pretty concerned that I'd been out for so long. When she saw me she screamed.

"Mom! Calm down! Nothing happened. To me." I yelled.

"But Freddie! You're covered in blood! Whose is it? Is it yours? Oh, what happened?"

I sighed. "I almost got hit by a taco truck." I said.

Mom gasped. "But I didn't." I added. "Sam pushed me out of the way and she got hit instead. Spencer's going to take Carly and I to the hospital to visit her in two hours. I'm just going to go get cleaned up." I told her.

Mom looked at me, sympathy filling her loving, over-protective, eyes.

"Okay Freddie. Tell me if you need anything."

Wow. This was the first time that my Mom had actually left me alone. She didn't try to come to my aid or comfort me. Probably because she knew it would help me. She knew that I needed to be alone.

I went into the bathroom in my room and stripped down from all the bloody clothes. Sam's blood. On my clothes. I closed my eyes. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

I turned on the shower and stepped in. The burning hot water felt relaxing to me. It made me feel worry-less. I hoped that Sam would be okay. I wish these two hours would go faster so that I could just go and visit her.

I could ride my bike but that would take forever, and I would just have to wait in the visiting room till it was time that I could see her. I couldn't sit there for two hours, wondering if she was okay. I wouldn't be able to bear that.

After I was done with my shower, I stepped out of the bathroom and I jumped onto my bed. It felt so good to lie down for a while.

I tried closing my eyes and just drifting off to sleep but it didn't work. I couldn't sleep. Not with all the worry that was in me.