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"Well..." Sam started as she looked at Carly's big brown eyes that were staring anxiously at her. She then let the story slip out threw her mouth, she told her everything. Carly's eyes widened as Sam went through each of the last eight years of her life in detail, Sam told her everything, about the abortions, her job, everything. When Sam had finished she had tears running down her cheeks and Carly was near crying.

"Wow" Was all Carly could manage to say, Sam sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her hand.

"Yeah, I suppose"

"I'm sorry that sound so horrible saying that it was wow, I'm sorry"

"It's ok, don't worry. I wouldn't know what to say if I were you"

"Thanks" Carly then started to look at her nails nervously, Sam watched her as she fidgeted.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm fine, great even"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" Carly seemed to pause for a minute before she continued "I think you should move in here" Sam looked up startled at her.

"What?"

"I think you should move in with Spencer and me"

"Why would you want me here? Have you heard what I just told you?"

"Yes bu-" Sam cut Carly off

"If you did then you wouldn't want me staying here!" Sam shouted as she stood up, Carly looked alarmed and stood up too.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean why would you want a murderer in your house?"

"You haven't killed anyone!"

"I killed my babies! I killed Freddie's baby!"

"You didn't kill his baby, you lost it! There's a difference!"

"But I killed the others! Didn't I?" Carly had tears running down her face.

"You were alone and confused, you didn't mean it"

"But I still did it!" Sam snapped angrily.

"Please, please stay"

"No" With that Sam grabbed her small bag and clothes and walked towards the door, she looked momentarily back at Carly to see her with tears streaming down her face. Sam forced herself to turn away; she then opened the door and walked out. She slammed the door with all her might, she then felt tears running down her face as she ran out of the building and into the street. She ran to a nearby alley way and slipped down a wall, she sobbed for a while before she felt someone pat her shoulder lightly. She looked up to see Carly in a large brown Mack looking down at her with watery eyes, Sam felt awful to have made her fell like this.

"Come back to the apartment with me Sam, Sam please" Carly asked almost begging. Sam just nodded as Carly helped her stand up and silently they walked back to the apartment. When they got there Carly led Sam to the couch while she turned the kettle on to make some tea, she had grown quite fond of it. Whilst she was getting things out she watched Sam and realised how small she was. She looked about six stone, her clothes were hanging off her and looked about size 2 Carly sighed and put a tea bag in the cups before adding the hot water and stirring. She then took out a tray and laid out some milk, sugar and a selection of cakes and biscuits before she placed it on the table in front of Sam.

"Why did you come after me?" Sam suddenly asked, the question hurt Carly, did she not think that they were still best friends? Was she just a stranger now? Someone who was just helping her? Carly just didn't know anymore, she didn't know this Sam but she decided to take a risk.

"Because Sam you're my best friend and I hate to see you like this and I don't want you to go out and sleep with some random man for money" Carly replied calmly as she added milk and sugar to her tea.

"Best friend?" Sam asked looking confused.

"Yeah, best friend"

"But I left you with no explanation"

"And I forgive you"

"But why?"

"Because you're my sister"

"Sister?"

"Like my sister and I love you Sam" Sam's eyes suddenly lit up for a second but they faded as quickly as they came.

"You love me?"

"Yes Sam, I do love you"

"I love you too Carls"

"I know you do" Carly replied and Sam giggled lightly, she then grabbed her tea and added some milk to it, she sipped it quietly.

"How is he?"

"Um, he's fine. Good, happy" Carly said, Sam smiled a tiny smile before asking

"Any kids?"

"No"

"Is his wife pretty?"

"Kinda"

"She is really pretty isn't she?"

"Incredibly"

"Is she nice?"

"No" Carly replied bluntly, Sam looked at her in shock and Carly's eyes widened as she realised what she had let slip.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing"

"What did you mean no?"

"Well sometimes she's moody and bitchy" Carly replied before she stuffed some cake in her mouth.

"Really?" Carly nodded whilst her mouth was full of food. Sam looked down at the floor nervously before she continued "Does, does her ever talk about me?" She stuttered. Carly looked up her eyes and wide and full of sympathy.

"Yes, he does" She replied softly. Sam blinked back tears that were forming in her eyes.

"What does he say?"

"He says that he misses you, he wishes you hadn't left and that he wished you were still here"

"Did he really say that?" Carly nodded, he had said other things but Carly wasn't going to her those just yet.

"Why don't you talk to him?"

"Because"

"Because what?"

"I can't see him, it hurts too much. He hurt me too bad and he probably doesn't want me here anyway" Sam said as she shrugged.

"Why don't you write him something?"

"Like what?"

"A letter"

"A letter?"

"Yeah, a letter"

"Um, Carly have you gone mad in the head or are you just stupid anyway?"

"I am not stupid! And it's a great idea; you can build a relationship up without even seeing each other!"

"It's stupid!"

"Just try it, what harm can it be?"

"A lot!"

"Just try, please. You can fix everything, you can tell him!"

"No"

"Please!"

"No"

"Please!"

"I'll try it, that's all. I'll try" Carly jumped for joy and enveloped Sam in a massive hug.

"Thank you" She whispered in her ear "Now let's get writing!" She shouted before she dragged Sam to the kitchen table and forced her onto a chair, all Sam was thinking about was how badly was it going to go?

Freddie and Griffin were I having lunch when Freddie's phone rang loudly, Freddie looked at the caller ID and pushed the reject button. Griffin raised his eyes before saying

"Amy?"

"Yes"

"Dude you have to answer her calls sometimes, you know!"

"I know but I don't want to hear her talking about her nails getting chipped or how she needs a new top because she doesn't like her old ones. It drives me crazy!"

"I know, women do that"

"Tell me about it, anyway how's things with you and Carls?"

"Good, we're going steady. I think she's the one man, I've never felt anything like this before"

"I'm happy for you, I really am" Freddie said as he patted Griffin on the shoulder. He was the one who had set them up again, he had thought they should get back together for a while.

"Thanks man, it means a lot knowing you think that" Freddie nodded and continued with his meal, he then drained his beer and ordered another.

"Hey, aren't you driving?" Griffin asked him.

"Yeah why do you want to know?"

"Because maybe you should stop drinking if you are"

"Why?"

"Because it's dangerous"

"Fine I'll stop"

"Good"

"Any other news with you?"

"Well you know that rich couple who I told you about last week?"

"Yes"

"Well they want me to draw up their plans for that mansion they want to build!"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!" Griffin shouted as he high fived Freddie, they spent the next two hours talking about random affairs before Griffin had to leave. Freddie hoped into his car and drove to the off-license, he picked up three bottles of wine and one of vodka before he headed back home. When he got there the lights were off and when he went inside he saw that Amy wasn't there, he felt relieved that he wouldn't have to listen to her whining. He saw she had stacked the post up, he found a letter addressed to him sitting on top. It had no address on so it must have been hand delivered he thought to himself, he paused before opening it trying to think of someone who might have written it. He came up with nothing so he ripped the envelope off to reveal a letter, a hand written letter. He started to read it

Dear Freddie

I guess this is The Letter. The Letter that helps us, helps us regain some of the relationship we lost. At least I hope it does. Today I met Carly again, by accident, and she helped me decide to write to you. She is a great friend and I hope you treasure her with all your heart, she deserves it. I hope you are well, I'm okay. Yeah, just okay, but that's better than bad, right? I hope it is. I heard you got married, I heard she's pretty and that you have no kids. I thought you wanted kids? That's what you told me, I remember. We were watching the stars one night when you told me that one day we'd have a kid, a boy called Daniel. You said that he'd be smart like him and have my blue eyes, that he'd have sandy hair and would love fencing and tennis. I remember that I agreed and said he would live in our house and I would cook every day, that you would work and that we'd love him forever and always, do you remember? I hope you do. I do. What do you do, as a job I mean? What clothes do you wear? What car do you drive? Who are your friends? Can you tell me these things, I need to know them. I need to know them to know you. I used to know you, but now I don't. You need to tell me, tell me what you like and what you hate. Maybe you can send me pictures? Maybe not but please answer the questions, I want to know. I miss you.

Sam

Freddie felt tears slide down his cheeks as he finished the letter, he closed it before slipping it in his pocket. He then wiped the tears from his face and grabbed a pen and bit of paper before writing a reply to her, the girl he had tried to forget, now the girl who wanted to know him again. When he finished he drank the bottle of vodka before falling asleep in his bed. He woke up when Amy got into bed, he stood up and grabbed his car keys before heading to his car. He then drove to Carly's, he went in the front door and walked up to Lewbert and handed him the letter

"Give this to Carly Shay, please" Lewbert just grunted but Freddie knew he would give it to her, they had run into a bit of trouble before and Freddie has sorted him out.

The next morning Carly went to collect the mail when Lewbert called her over, he handed her an envelope with Sam's name on. Carly ran back into the apartment and shook Sam awake and handed her the letter. Sam took the letter with shaking hands and opened it she started reading

Dear Sam

I guess that was The Letter. Why don't we start from the beginning, like we first met. Hi, my name is Freddie Benson, I have a wife, her name is Amy and I am 26 years old. I live in Seattle. My mother lives nearby, she is a bit mental if you ask, but I know it's because she loves me. I have no children but I would love some, I want a little boy called Daniel who likes fencing and tennis, I want him to have sandy hair and blue eyes. I work at Pear, quite high up. I like my job and wouldn't quit it for the world. My wife works part time at a shop called 'Goodie Delight' which is an expensive clothes shop. I met her when I came back from the Navy, my mother set us up. She is beautiful and lovely, she loves me and I love her. You should meet her sometime, I think you'd like her. I have no brothers or sisters. I have lots of friends but the people I am closest with are Carly and Griffin, they know me better than anyone, well nearly everyone there was someone else too but... I have enclosed a photo of my wedding day in this letter too as you asked for one. I have a Ferrari, and I wear jeans and T-shirts. Now what about you, tell me about you. Hope this answers some of your questions, sorry the letter is short. Please reply.

Freddie

Sam gazed at the letter she held in her hand and suddenly felt a burden lift off her shoulders, she smiled meekly. She slipped the letter into her purse beside the one that she had never sent and never plans to send.