Chapter four

Hiding the Truth

Carly's POV

Yay finally an update! (Handclap for myself)

I went into the garage and got inside of the Lexus and speed off. I'm tired of lying to him I know I'm pregnant without the tests from the doctor. It's hard to tell him that, it would cause a lot of trouble. I continue to drive not sure of my destination I just drive. My phone rings in the silent car. Private probably someone for work I answer it.

"Hun where are you going?" Freddie asks into the receiver. I should have known.

"I'm just going out that's all, it's funny you want to talk. Well your chance is over." I hang up the phone and drive to Sam's house. I really need insight from a female source.

I drive through the city, reach the small neighborhood not to far away from ours, to get to Sam's house. After driving for fifteen minutes, I reach her beige Californian styled house matching the rest on her street.

"Sam Carly's here," Steven, Sam's husband calls through the empty house. Steven is an independent writer not entirely Sam's type but they make a cute couple.

"Hey what's up," she says walking down the stairs "you look a little pale."

"Sam I need to talk to you." I say which causes silence to creep its way in.

"Steven go to the store and get some bread," Sam orders him wanting him to get out the house.

"Carly what is it?" she asks looking concerned, well as concerned as Sam could get.

"I'm can't tell Freddie, I'm scared," I admit.

"We already know this Carly; the question is why you are scared?" Sam says seriously. I put my head in my hand, what am I going to do?

"Steven!" Sam calls out sharply

"Sam you just told him to -" I stop when I see Steven in the hall most likely listening to our conversation.

"Well if you're so interested in our conversation why don't you give Carly some advice. You have all that writers' knowledge." Sam says with an edge to her voice.

"Well," he says walking into the living room. "You're probably insecure and feel that if you tell Freddie the truth he will be angry that you didn't tell him. You also might not want to tell him because you don't want you're marriage to fall apart. However, you don't know that he loves you with all his heart and would never do such a thing. So in the end you guys will all be a happy family!"

Sam and I sit there dumbstruck; I was trying to figure out how he knew that. Sam of course was probably wondering why he has to be so sensitive. It was weird though, almost as if he read my mind...well except for the happy ending part, but still that's just creepy.

"So um Carly, is that true?" Sam says looking just as stunned as I am. I don't know what to say, how could he know so much I never told him anything.

"Well, I mean it's um you know we," I stop. I have nothing to say but the truth. "Okay it's true." I finally admit feeling very stupid.

"Don't feel bad," Sam, says rubbing my back. "Let's get some drinks," She says ignoring her husband.

"You expect me to drink while I'm pregnant, are you insane?"

"Oh I forgot," she says sadly.

"Okay fine we can go I'll just drink non-alcoholic drinks."

"Yes!" she says excitedly

"Oh! Just to let you know you're clothes are fitting a bit snug on you, might want to you know." Steven says finally speaking again.

"And how would you notice that," Sam says in a joking manner with a bit of an edge to her voice.

"I was being cautious, I'm helping you guys here," he says defending himself.

"I'll get you some looser clothes," Sam says getting up and walking to the stairs.

"Why?" I start and stop. I'm almost four months along and it's quite obvious, the suit for church was old and oversized but not too much.

"You look pregnant," Sam says making it clear to me. "Follow me," she says walking upstairs to her room. I follow Sam up the large carpeted stairs. Then we enter her room. She gives me looser clothes and we all walk out of the door. We got into Steven's old retro car and headed downtown.

"I need to clear some stress away." Sam says putting her hands in her hair. Easy for her to say, she isn't pregnant and will probably get too drunk to care about anything while I'm stuck with the crazy husband and unborn child, just great.

When we got downtown Sam instantly orders a round of beer while I sit at the table typing away on my Blackberry. I already have five missed calls from Freddie and two voicemails from him also. I reluctantly lay my phone in my purse and decide it is time to let off some stress.

"Woo hoo that was awesome!" Sam yells as Steven pulls into the dark driveway around 1:00 am. Sam in the backseat slightly drunk. She swung her arms around until she fell on the back seat tiredly.

"Samantha, calm down," Steven says firmly obviously angry. He never calls her by her full name.

"Oh Steven darling I love you." she slurs throwing herself at him as he try's to carry her out of the car.

"I think you should head home it's getting pretty late, and I don't want Freddie breathing down my neck about me keeping you out." Steven says in a strained voice as he carries her in the house.

"No I can help its fine," I say trying to help him carry her.

"Carly I got this go home okay." he says slightly scooting me aside.

"Okay," I say that as I grab my clothes I had left in Sam's house.

"Okay goodnight sleep tight," he says waving as I step into my Lexus.

"And don't let the bed bugs bite," I mumble as I step into the car.

Endnotes

Sorry, for not updating in ages, at one point I had no internet connection then another time I had to restart I had to pull myself to write this. Right now, Carly is finally going home, but just a little sneak peek, little does she know she is in for a long rude awakening night, Hope you enjoyed read, review, and smile! ~thanks