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iGet In Trouble - Chapter Seven
So, It had been a while since Melanie and Carly came here. I guess you could say it had been about a month. Everything was going alright with Freddie. Doc said he was starting to recover, which was good. We'd seen some signs, too. He'd started getting his attitude back- mostly the attitude he had towards me- and the fact that he remembered some things of his teen years... But surprisingly not one thing from after College. I found that pretty weird, but I shook off the feeling as it was probably just his brain all jumbled up from losing his memory.
Carly and Melanie took care of him while I went to work. Mrs. Benson had to go back to New Jersey just yesterday. Of course, she didn't leave without giving all three of us, and Freddie a lecture about being safe and blah blah blah. I mostly tuned the psychotic woman out, but the other three listened attentively. She said she'd be back in another month or two's time. She also didn't forget to remind- more like threaten- all of us to take care of Freddie, and if anything else happens to him while she's away... Well, she'll just have our death beds ready.
Just kidding. I've grown to be more acceptive of her. She's not half bad, just extremely over-protective. Ofeverything; not just Freddie. Maybe it's my brain that's jumbled up. I, Samantha Pukkett, is saying nice things about the crazy lady who I hated just seven years ago; I, today, accept her for who she is. Well... Not all of her, but some things. It's still weird. I blame Fredward...
"Hey, Dad," I say as I walk inside his loft. He'd moved in beside Spencer in Bushwell Plaza. So, he basically neighbored Marissa and Spencer. They'd become good friends lately.. All three of them, but I can't blame them for usually getting annoyed by the presence of Marissa. They were actually glad she'd gone back to New Jersey for a while. Of course, Spencer and my dad had promised Marissa they'd take care of her loft while she was away. They had duties to go water her plants and what not. She even gave them a daily checklist which would last them two months in case she decides to stay longer. I was surprised she didn't give us a checklist to take care of Freddie's tick baths. I mentally laughed to myself.
"Hey, Cupcake," He greeted me with his big smile. He was just getting something out of the fridge.
"Dad, I told you not to call me that..." I whined. What if someone heard him say that? I have a reputation. Ha-ha!
"But will I stop?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.
"No." We both said in unison before laughing at the lameness. We'd pretty much begin our day with the same lines over and over. You'd think we'd get sick of hearing the same thing by now... But we don't!
"How's the shop?" Like, I'd mentioned earlier, I had joined a business with my dad when he came to Seattle. He was owner of a butcher shop, alongside me as co-owner. What did that mean for me? Well, if you're too dumb to figure it out: Free meat, anytime I want for... Ever! Oh, yeah, baby! Free meat all the way! Whoot, whoot!
"It's good," I replied. "Same old, same old."
He pulled out two pieces of Fried Chicken, one for him and one for me. I'd always get something I desired when I came here. Again, the joys of owning a butcher shop. He'd invested in it because of our love for meat... And, boy, did he make a good decision. "How's Veronica?" he asks me.
Veronica. Evil hag from hell! Part of the reason why I'm here today, in a pool of pain towards Freddie's condition. She made that happen to him, to me, to all of us. She's Freddie's rival and I don't understand how she came in contact with him. He hadn't dated her ever in his life, nor had he even met her before he was thrown in the death bed for a month. Basically... She's the one reason I'm keeping myself sane with all this drama. Usually if so much was going on, I'd go crazy and use my personal punching bag- No, it was not Freddie. Not since High School ended, anyway. I meant myreal punching bag. It was a gift from Dad on one of my birthdays in the past seven years. Hah! And a good one at that.
Getting back to the point: Veronica is a crazy meat-hole, trying to kill Freddie for god knows what reason, and now I'm involved. She's the reason I come home late pretty much every night, covered in bruises I don't let anyone see. I'm her personal punching bag.
Why am I letting myself go through her torture? To save Freddie.
"Cupcake? Sammy. Lost ya, did I?" My dad chuckled, bringing me back to reality by waving another piece of Fried Chicken in front of me. "Where'd ya go?"
"I'm right here," I laugh at him, taking a big bite out of my untouched Fried Chicken as he munches on his second.
"Ya didn't answer me, kid," he reminded me of his question: How's Veronica.
"Still a loser I wanna puke all over" I scoff.
"Sorry, darling," he frowns. "What'd she do this time? Actually... I don't even wanna know." Yep! The same lines as he repeats everyday.
I spent the rest of the afternoon just hanging out with my dad a little bit. I also visited Spencer since he was right next door and I'd told him to come by Freddie's apartment whenever. Spencer had already spoken to Freddie before while Carly had came a few weeks ago. He'd greeted me with a bag of Bacon. Oh, how I loved coming here at any hour without notice. He'd asked me to send Carly home for a few days since he missed her and I'd tell her that once I got back to Freddie's place.
It was around five in the evening and I was heading back to the shop to supervise. I was done for the day, but I wasn't shy in paying random visits to see if the employee's were working loyally. I trusted mostly all of them since they'd been here a couple of years. It was the new ones I didn't trust yet. And can you blame me? As part owner, I have to be faithful to my duties and the good meat!
By six-thirty, I was back at Freddie's apartment. "I'm home!" I yell as I step inside the door. Since I heard no one reply but only the faint sound of the TV, I walk into the living room. "How goes it?" I ask the room. Carly, Freddie, and Melanie sit there, ignoring me.
"People!" I yell and stand in front of the TV, blocking their view. What was their reason to not reply to me?
"You're blocking the view, Sam." Carly spat at me.
"Ouch, Carls. Why so harsh?" I felt my eyebrows furrow together. What had I done?
The three of them took their long time glancing at each other and talking between expressions, nods and head shakes. Finally, after a long moment of waiting, Carly shot up from her seat, Melanie on her heel while Freddie sat comfortably in his recliner, staring at my best friend and sister walk towards me dramatically. Should I be scared?
They grab me by my arms and drag me to the couch. "What the hell are you two doing?" I ask, annoyed. I didn't bother to fight back as they duct taped my hands and legs together. "Wow! You know... If this is a kidnapping, you guys are horrible at it!"
The two of them involved in pinning me to his couch, grab chairs and sit in front of me as if this were an intervention. Psh.. I knew I wasn't in trouble, it's not like I'd done anything! Freddie, still sat on his recliner. From the corner of my eyes, I could see him staring at me with a concerned expression on his face.
They were giving me the silent treatment. I thought whatever they were doing was just a joke, but I suppose it isn't. Now annoyed, I finally ask: "What the hell do you guys want from me!" Carly and Melanie knew I hated their silent treatments. Ugh! I just wanted to know what the hell was going on here. Why was I pinned to this couch and suffered through their glares of suspicion? I hadn't done anything to deserve this...
"Who. Is. Veronica." I winced upon hearing the three words fall out of Carly's mouth coldly.
The only two words that entered my mind were: Oh, shit!
Author's Notes:
Hey guys! I hope everyone's doing alright! :)
I'm really sorry for the late update, but I hope you liked this chapter. Mind you... Many things get revealed after this, so stay tuned! :D
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