Freddie has a problem! Thank you for the reviews and hope you like my story, thanks for the suggestions! I love you all. I do not own iCarly!

Freddie rubbed his head as he sat in his office; he was working on a stack of paper work that needed to be done. He reached under his desk and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, he didn't bother with a glass instead he just took a glug from the bottle, he instantly felt better. He sighed and continued drinking and writing, soon he was finished. The bottle was finished not long after, he smiled and put the bottle in the recycle bin and hoped Amy wouldn't complain about it. Amy was his wife and she was a bitch if he was honest, she was snooty and stuck up, she was also English (by the way I'm English so I mean no offence!). He then went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer; he drained it like he drained water. He then wiped his mouth and brushed his teeth and used mouth wash, he smiled at his reflection in the mirror and walked into the bedroom. Amy was still asleep, Freddie glared at her as he thought about how easy her life was. She worked part time at a clothes shop, she earned little but spent lots. Freddie was the earner in the house; he sighed and put on a pair of worn jeans and a new T-shirt. He went back to the kitchen and made a sandwich, he then wrote a note telling Amy where he was going. He grabbed his leather jacket and texted Griffin and then grabbed his car keys and wallet before jumping into his Ferrari and speeding off into the distance.

Sam and Carly had arrived at Carly and Spencer's flat; they were walking in the entrance when Lewbert shouted

"No people in my lobby!"

"Shut up!" Carly shouted and Sam looked at her in surprise.

"Wow Shay, when did you start being a badass?" Carly looked down feeling ashamed "Don't feel bad, it was a compliment" Carly smiled and they continued talking up the flat. When they got outside the door Carly paused and turned to Sam

"Wait here a moment, I have to check if Spencer's here"

"Why?"

"Because if he is he'll faint and I don't want to wait for him to wake up and deal with him freaking out right now"

"Fair enough" Sam replied nodding her head as she headed around the corner, Carly opened the door and walked inside of the flat and started calling out Spencer's name, there was no reply and Carly saw a note that said

Carlaay!

Am with Socko at art convention for a few days, will be back though. You know where everything is!

Spencer (who has amazingly cool socks!)

Carly laughed as she read the last bit of the message, she then told Sam it was okay to come in

"Good, now can I take a shower seeing as I smell like a prostitute?"

"Yes, yes you can" Carly smiled and led Sam up the stairs and into the bathroom, Sam looked around and saw nothing had changed. "Here's a towel, and you know where everything is" Carly said as she handed Sam a towel and smiled

"Ta"

"Welcome, you know where to get the clothes, in my room"

"Yeah"

"Okay, have fun"

"Showering?"

"Yeah"

"Ok..." Sam said as she rolled her eyes, she then started to remove her slutty attire. She closed her eyes as she did so to stop herself from seeing her reflection, she hated looking in a mirror she hardly ever did. It disgusted her. She stepped into the shower and felt the water hit her like bullets, she wished they were. She deserved to die, Carly was being nice to her and she shouldn't be. She left without explanation, killed her un-born children and slept with men for money. She was disgusting. Sam washed her hair like she was washing clothes in a river; she then started to scrub her body. No matter how hard she tried the dirt on her wouldn't come off, she scrubbed harder as tears started to trail down her face, but she didn't stop the tears made her scrub harder. Soon her skin was red, raw and too painful to scrub anymore, she stopped and put conditioner in her hair. When she had rinsed it out she turned the shower off, she then grabbed the towel Carly had given her and wrapped it around her body. She slowly walked towards Carly's bedroom, when she reached it she was surprised by how little it had changed. She went to her drawers and grabbed a bra and knickers; she then went to the wardrobe and took out a pair of jeans, a Penny Tee and a zip up purple jumper. She changed slowly; when she was dressed she brushed her hair slowly and carefully. She looked in Carly's make up bag and applied some lip gloss, eye liner and mascara; she looked at her reflection and gasped. Who was she? She wasn't Sam the whore, she was someone else. She looked, almost, normal. Sam smiled at her reflection and felt herself relax lightly. She then headed downstairs to find Carly cooking something that smelt good, she smiled at her and Sam smiled back.

"How was your shower?" Carly asked as she took a plate out of the cupboard.

"Good, it was relaxing" Sam replied, Carly nodded as she put some food on the plate.

"I know, showers are so nice and relaxing" Sam nodded in a agreement before she plonked herself down at the table, Carly brought the food over and placed it in front of her. Sam stared at the plate, it had bacon, eggs and mushrooms on it.

"No thanks, I 'm not hungry" Sam lied.

"Eat it, you liar" Sam shook her head but put some food on the fork Carly had handed to her. She took a small mouthful before eating the rest slowly.

"Thanks" She said when she finished it.

"You're welcome" They sat in silence for a few moments before Sam suddenly said

"Do you want to know what happened?"

"Yeah I do" Sam took a deep breath before starting.

"Well..."