Sam sat down at Carly's desk and stared at the letter that sat in front of her, the reply she had received from him. He wanted to start over. Too bad she couldn't, she couldn't forget the pain he had caused her, the days she had spent crying and the time she wasted moping around after him. She didn't want to start over, she wanted to scream and shout at him, tell him he was wrong and how much she hates him but it would be a lie. Sam didn't lie. She maybe a slut, a bitch, disgusting and any other things but she didn't lie and didn't want to. She wanted to reply but didn't know how. She had been sitting there for the last two hours just staring at his hand writing. Carly hadn't asked to read the letter nor had Sam offered her the chance to, it was her letter; Freddie had written it for her. She didn't know how to respond, what to say or to even tell him the truth. Sam gave up and put the letter into her bag and then went back down to the living room where Carly was. Carly was reading a book, Sam looked at the title it was 'Wuthering Heights'. Sam placed herself next to Carly, Carly looked up from her boom and smiled at her.

"Hi" Carly said as she placed the book on the table.

"Hey" Sam replied meekly.

"Are you okay?" Carly asked and Sam shook her head and tears started to pour down her face. Carly pulled her friend into a hug and rocked her gently; Sam started to cry even harder. Carly rubbed her hair and whispered things that a mother would whisper to her upset child.

"I hate him so much" Sam sniffed.

"You don't mean that"

"I do"

"You think you do but you don't, you're angry and so you should be!"

"I hate him and hate that he's so happy!"

"You would feel worse if he wasn't"

"No I wouldn't, I'd feel happier. How come I have such a shitty life and I was the one who got hurt as well!" Sam wailed. Carly looked at her broken friend, she didn't know who she was any more. This Sam wasn't strong, care free, beautiful or happy, this Sam was broken, destroyed, un- happy and worried about everything and it hurt Carly that she couldn't do anything about it.

"I don't know. But Sam, one day, I promise, you'll be happy and be at peace with the world. Not I know you feel betrayed and angry but soon this will be like a night mare, distant and a memory." Cary said as she looked Sam in the eye, Sam stopped crying and stood up.

"How would you know? You've always been Miss Perfect with straight A's, good looks, been thin, had boys drooling over you and everybody loved you! I was always in your shadow, you have no idea how I feel!" Carly felt hurt, Sam regretted what she had just said but didn't make an attempt to apologise. Carly stood up and walked towards Sam, she then slapped her right across the face, hard.

"Get out!" She spat towards Sam who was cradling the red mark on her face. Sam grabbed her bag and walked out of the door slamming it hard. Carly started to cry. She then started to scream, she screamed like her life depended on it before the door suddenly swung open to reveal Freddie looking pretty worried. Carly barley glanced at him before she continued screaming; Freddie rushed over to her and smothered in a hug. He lifted her onto the sofa, she was still crying but had stopped screaming, she then started hitting him Freddie caught her arms as she took another swing.

"Whoa, calm down, why are you trying to hit me?"

"Because it's your fault!" Carly screamed as she tried to escape from his grip.

"What did I do?" Freddie demanded.

"You broke her, you destroyed her and you hurt her!"

"Hurt who?"

"Sam! That's who" Freddie let Carly go and paused, he gulped loudly before looking back at Carly who was now curled up in a ball and crying again.

"I didn't know I did those things to her; in the letter she wrote she didn't sound too mad" Freddie snapped back.

"Because she didn't want to make you think that! Do you want to know what she told me?"

"Fine, tell me"

"She said she hates you!"

"No she didn't!"

"She did, would you blame her?"

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You dumped her by text whilst you were in the Navy without a valid reason! She was crushed, she cried for ages! And you don't even care because you have your perfect life with Amy! Bastard!" Carly screeched at him.

"That was ages ago! She should move on, I have! She needs to grow up!" Carly glared at him.

"You selfish dick" She whispered but Freddie heard her loud and clear.

"Carly, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, please. Carly you're my best friend and basically my sister, Carly I need you!" Freddie begged, Carly looked at him and pulled him into a hug.

"I forgive and I'm sorry for freaking out like that"

"It's okay; I deserve it after what I did to her. Did she get the letter?"

"Yes"

"Did she read it?"

"Yes"

"Where is she now?"

"She left, I threw her out"

"Why?"

"Because she was mean and I got angry!"

"Where does she live?" Carly didn't reply, Freddie asked again "Where does she live?"

"She lives on the street" Carly replied quietly, Freddie just stared at her in disbelief.

"Really?" Carly nodded.

"I'll find her; I'll find her and tell her I'm sorry that I was such a jerk!"

"Don't"

"What? Why not?"

"Because if you do she'll leave, leave and won't come back"

"Why?"

"Because she won't, just don't do it!"

"Okay, but what are we going to do?"

"We are going to do nothing, I will go and find her or she'll come and find me"

"What do I do?"

"Go home and don't come here without me asking you to"

"Why?"

"Because I said so, now go home." Freddie left without uttering another word; he headed to the shops and brought some gin and beer before heading back to his house. When he walked in the door he noticed a letter on the mat, he picked it up and recognised Sam's writing. He went into the kitchen and drained two beers before pouring himself a large glass of gin, he started to sip it and in a few minutes it was gone. He finished another beer before he read the letter

Dear Freddie

Hi, again. I want to say that I don't want to start again; I want to pick up where we left off. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. You make me sick and whenever I hear your name I want to scream. You must feel great, sitting there in your big house with your beautiful wife and expensive clothes. I sit on people's door steps and sleep in random houses. You selfish bastard. One day I'll be laughing at you and your failing life but for now you're laughing at mine. I hope you rot in hell, don't respond to this letter.

Sam

P.S I hate you

Freddie felt tears run down his face, he slipped to the floor and curled into a ball and cursed himself for he was a bastard, a complete and utter bastard.