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Chapter 6

Hey. I am starting chapter six!! Hope you all enjoy!

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Sam stared down at the folder on her desk doodling little circles all over the front of her notebook. She could hear the whispers floating around her. She could feel eyes burning the back of her head.

"Hey Sam," Natasha asked sitting next to her. She looked back at her group of friends who stared back, holding giggles behind their hands, and looked back at Sam "How is it going?"

"Okay, I guess," Sam said shrugging.

"So, I heard you were pregnant," Natasha said.

"Yeah I am," Sam said her throat getting itchy.

"Well is the father happy?" Natasha asked.

"I was rap-" Sam stopped and thought about that night. She shook her head and looked up at Natasha, "He's okay with it."

"Is he now?" Natasha said glancing back at her friends and biting her lip to hold back a laugh. Sam knew cruel words were about to be said and there was no way stop them. She bowed her head, staring at the desk, ready for the remark. There was no use fighting.

"You must have been pretty damn eas-" Natasha started.

"Hey Hun," Freddy said wrapping his arms around Sam's shoulders and nuzzling her neck. She looked up at him surprised, "How's our little baby doing?" He smiled down at her and glanced over at Natasha, "Could you give us a moment?"

"Sure," Natasha said staring at the two as she stood and walked back to her friends. They started whispering amongst themselves.

"There," Freddy said pulling his arms back and sitting in the desk next to Sam, "That got rid of her."

"Freddy," Sam said playing with her fingers, "Yeah were dating and I appreciate what you just did but-"

"But what?" Freddy asked.

"I don't want this baby to be your responsibility," Sam said, "You're not its father and you shouldn't have to pretend you are."

"Sam," Freddy said, "It's not like it's an obligation. It is a choice."

"A choice I don't want you to have to make," Sam said.

"But Sam," Freddy said looking at Sam.

"Please Freddy," Sam said setting her head on the desk. She could hear Freddy sigh and stand. She listened as he walked away. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Alright class, get started on your Bell Ringer," The teacher said, "And Sam, your wanted in the office."

"What for?" Sam asked lifting her head.

"I don't know," The teacher said shrugging, "They never tell me anything in this school."

"Okay," Sam said standing and walking out of the classroom. She walked down to the office and opened the door walking in slowly.

"Hello Sam," the secretary said, recognizing the delinquent's face, "Ted wants to see you."

"Alright cool," Sam said walking past the desk and into the Principal Franklin's office. He was sitting at his desk with a chubby women talking. The women had short blonde hair that was slightly graying and wore a flowery pink sweater.

"Hello Sam," The principal said looking up, "Come and sit down. I would like you to meet someone."

"Um okay," Sam said sitting down and looking at the woman.

"My name is Brenda Carrier and I am the school therapist," The woman said with a wide smile.

"A therapist?" Sam asked. She looked over at Principal Franklin with a frown, "Come on Ted, you don't think I need therapy do you?"

"Not exactly Sam," He said.

"Yeah," Brenda said, "I am not going to be a therapist to you. I am more of just someone you can go to if you need to talk. Pregnancies are already difficult and emotional especially at your age so it is nice for you to have someone to talk to about these problems and to have a chance to open up to someone."

"You can't be serious," Sam said standing, "I don't need someone else to go to for my own problems. I am my own person and I don't need someone else to tell me what I'm doing wrong."

"It will get you out of gym once a week," Ted said.

"When do we start?" Sam said with a smile.

"We will be starting tomorrow during your third period," Mrs. Carrier said.

"Alright," Sam said sighing, "I don't like the idea of a therapist but if it gets me out of gym I might as well."

"Alright we go that covered," Ted said, "Now could we please talk about these Texas wedgies you give to Gibby."

"What about them?" Sam asked smirking.

"There is no way to stop you from doing them so you at least tell us how to get them out," Ted asked.

"Oh that's easy," Sam started, "All you need is-"

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"Hello. I am looking for Sam," Devon said into the speaker box, "Is this where she lives?"

"No, it isn't," Mrs. Puckett grumbled through the speaker, "Kicked the whore out when she got pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Devon gasped, "She's pregnant?"

"Yeah," She said, "Got herself knocked-up by some guy she didn't even know at some concert."

"Why would you tell a complete stranger about your daughter?" Devon asked.

"Why should I care?" She said, "She is Spencer Shay's business now. Not mine"

Devon walked away from the building quickly and got into his car. He grabbed his laptop from the passenger's seat and opened it pulling up a Firefox. He clicked the Google bookmark and typed in Spencer's name. His knuckles were white as he pressed his hands against the edge of his laptop, waiting for the page to load.

"Pregnant," Devon mumbled glaring down at the screen, "I used a damn condom. This should have never happened." He glared ran his pointer across the first link that popped up titled, iCarly and pressed it. An episode of iCarly, when they were showing off one of Spencer's sculptures, started to play.

"I'm Carly," She laughed jumping in front of the camera.

"And I am Sam!" Sam said stepping in.

"Sam," Devon whispered. He could feel a bead of sweat trail down his cheek as he watched the video. He went through each of their videos slowly searching for a hit of where the video was shot from. Finally an episode about mailing money to Sam came up and she said the address of her school. He wrote down the address slowly and closed his laptop just as his phone went off.

"Hey baby," He answered after checking the caller ID, "How are you? Oh I am great. Oh no honey I will be home by tomorrow. All my business here in Seattle will be over tonight, "He glanced down at the address on the paper in his hand, "I promise."

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"Hey Sam," Carly called out to Sam as she and Freddy walked up, "Where are you heading to?"

"Just going by the store for some peanuts," Sam said as she walked away from where the buses were waiting, "I'll be back to the apartments in a little while."

"Why peanuts?" Freddy asked.

"I don't know," Sam said, "Just in the mood for them."

"How's our little baby doing," Freddy asked.

"Freddy, we talked about this," Sam said shaking her head, "You are not this baby's father and I don't want you acting you are."

"But Sam," Freddy protested.

"No," Sam said, "You are not the father and it won't be your responsibility. I will take care of it and I don't want to drag you I to this. You still have a teenage life to live and you don't need a baby to screw it up. I am leaving now to get my peanuts so I will see you both later at the apartment okay?"

"Alright I'll see you later," Carly said walking towards the buses.

"Yeah," Freddy said, his head bowed. He turned and followed Carly.

"See ya," Sam said as she turned and towards the corner store near the school. Just as she took a step an arm wrapped around her waist and a cold wet cloth pressed against her mouth and nose. She breathed in to scream but only inhaled a strong, pungent, almost sour fume. Again she breathed in and her head started to feel light. She could feel her body weaken as she found it more and more difficult to stay standing. As her world started to fade she could feel herself fall into open arms.

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"Where is she?" Carly asked as she paced across the living room. Freddy and Spencer sat in the couch in front of her asking the same question in their heads. It had been four hours since Sam had left to get peanuts and none of them had heard from her.

"I am getting worried," Carly said.

"We are all worried," Spencer said.

"Maybe we should call the police," Freddy said.

"I did," Spencer said, "They said that we should wait twenty four hours before they try looking for her because teenagers take off all the time and suddenly show up."

"But something could have happened," Carly said, "What do we do?"

"I don't know," Spencer said.

Freddy stared at the floor silently.

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Sam opened her eyes slowly ad looked around her. It was dark, with only a dim light hanging from the ceiling. She was lying on a concrete floor in what seemed to be a basement. She could see a small window near the ceiling that opened to a street. Cars would go by slowly every so often. Her arms were bounded behind her back and her feet tied together rendering her ability to move. She breathed in slowly.

"That smell," She whispered, "I know where I am."

It was a mildew scent mixed with Febreeze that didn't help. She knew that scent. She shook her bounded legs and started to slightly turn her body on the floor. She worked herself until she was turned completely to face the other wall. She was right.

Hanging from the wall was a blanket with a picture of Pooh on it. When she was young she had gotten that blanket from her mother before she started to drink on her sixth birthday. She had hung the blanket on the wall of the basement of the apartment, where no one could see it so she would have somewhere to go and remember when her mother still loved her.

That was where she was. She was in the basement of her old apartment. She had brought a bottle of Febreeze to try to cover the mildew smell but that never worked. She didn't care. All she wanted was a hiding place from the world. Her childhood and teenage years she had visited this spot hoping no one would find it and now she prayed that someone would find her and get her away from whoever tied her up and left her here on the cold cement.

"My phone," Sam whispered loudly. She crawled onto her knees and tipped her body, letting her phone fall out of her bra. She had started putting it there as her pants got tighter and her breast bigger. The phone clanked and she bent over pressing her tongue against the phone. This would be difficult. Only a bar of signal showed on her phone. She pressed her tooth against the recent calls button and pressed and talk button as the most recent call was highlighted. The Shay house number.

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"She's calling!" Carly gasped pressing the speaker phones button on the phone she clenched I her hand. She set it on the table and stared down at it.

"Sam?" Spencer said into the phone. All three leaned in towards the phone that set on the table.

"C-carly," The phone stuttered, "Hel…p… m…. e"

"Sam you breaking up," Carly said biting her lip, "Where are you?"

"Ki…d..nap…pped," The phone cracked, "Ap..art…ment… m..mom… H..help… m…m..me. K…i..d napp…pped."

"You've been kidnapped?!" Carly gasped, "Where are you?"

"D…dru..k. M.. mom.. apa.. rt.. M.. t… "

"Your moms?" Freddy asked starig down at the phone.

"B..ase… m…e..t"

"Basement of your old apartment building," Spencer said. All three stared at the phone as the static sped up and the line went dead.

"We have to go get her!" Carly said jumping up and grabbing her jacket. The three took off down the stairs and into the car, heading across town.

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I am so sorry this took so long! A lot of stuff happened and my laptop crashed so I had like a week where I couldn't write so yeah. I hope that you enjoyed and I will update as soon as possible!

Lovezz, Hugzz and Tacozz,

Mizz Maddnezz