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Freddie pulled up outside the building Carly lived in and ran up the stairs, he knocked at the door loudly now caring if she was asleep of not. Carly opened the door looking rather dishevelled and tired when she saw Freddie her eyes widened.

"Where is she?" Freddie demanded to know, Carly forged ignorance.

"Where's who?"

"Sam, you must know where she is, you made her write the letter!" Carly looked guilty as she turned her attention to the floor before she replied.

"She left" Carly muttered, Freddie knew she was lying but decided to play along with her.

"Oh, okay. If you see her can you tell her I want to talk to her?" Carly looked up in surprise.

"Um, yeah sure"

"Thanks Carly, you're a great friend" Carly felt a pang of guilt run through her body, but she shook it off.

"I'm really not but thanks. Bye"

"Good bye!" Freddie walked away and heard Carly shut the door, he then headed down the stairs and walked around to the far side of the building and headed towards the fire escape stairs. He jogged slowly up the stairs and looked for the right fire escape; he looked in numerous windows with no luck until he finally saw Carly's room. He tried to open the window which luckily was open but was incredibly heavy and Freddie struggled to open it. When he finally got in he walked out of Carly's room and started to creep down the hall, he heard the shower on in the bathroom and realised that Sam or Carly were showering, he quickly ran into the spare room to see clothes strewn on the floor and a small bag in the corner. He wandered around the room and saw a cell phone charging, he flipped it open and scrolled through the messages, they were all from men and said things about money and sex. Freddie felt repulsed; he finished looking through the messages and put the phone back. He started to look through the bag; it contained old tiny clothes and condoms. Freddie put the bag back and stood up; he heard the bathroom door open.

"Shit!" Freddie whispered to himself, he quickly ran to the door and hid behind it. Even though he had wanted to talk to Sam the idea of it seemed scary and the idea seemed stupid. He held his breath as someone walked through the door. He only saw the back of the woman but he knew it was Sam because of the way she walked and her hair. Freddie watched as she dried herself, he felt incredibly pervy and disgusting but he couldn't pull his eyes away from her. She then threw the towels to the ground and walked to the wardrobe, he saw her skin was red and raw, he looked incredibly painful. She looked through the closet before she finally grabbed a pair of jeans, a plain top and a grey woolly cardigan. She shoved the clothes on before she grabbed a pair of slippers and slipped them on her feet; suddenly she turned around and saw Freddie. Sam opened her mouth to scream but before she could Freddie had run over and shove3d his hand over her mouth.

"Please don't scream Sam, I just want to talk" Freddie begged, slowly he removed his hand away from her mouth.

"Why are you here?" Sam whispered tears had started to fall down her cheeks. Freddie reached to rub them away but Sam jerked her head away and Freddie's hand fell down.

"I want to talk" Freddie explained.

"We have talked, I sent you a letter and you sent one back and then I sent another one. I said not to respond!" Sam said.

"I know but I had to talk to you"

"Why?"

"Because Sam, I miss you and even if you don't I care about you"

"No you don't, you stopped caring the day you sent that text"

"I never stopped caring, Sam" Sam looked away and wiped a few tears from her face before she turned to him again.

"Stop lying!"

"I'm not!"

"You are, just go back to your perfect life!"

"You think my life is perfect?"

"Well compared to mine Freddie it seems pretty good!"

"You have no idea Sam, no idea!"

"Well you have a good job, a beautiful wife and an amazing house!"

"So what, you think I'm happy? Do you think I'm happy living my life as a lie?"

"What do you mean a lie?"

"I mean I'm playing a role, a part and that I'm acting like a robot!"

"Well that's better that sleeping with men for money!" Sam suddenly screamed, as soon as she had said it she regretted it. Sam hung her head and Freddie stood there feeling disgusted. He then remembered all the hints, in the letters and the texts on her phone. Freddie looked at Sam who had tried to shrink away from sight but was still standing in front of him. She looked alone and scared, Freddie felt terrible and suddenly pulled Sam into a hug. Sam tried to push him away but he held her tight, soon she relaxed into his chest and hugged him back. She then broke down crying, Freddie held her as she wept.

Carly had heard the conversation between Sam and Freddie but hadn't gone in and said anything. They needed time alone, they needed to make up and heal. Carly had heard the screaming followed by the sound of sobbing, she didn't move from her seat. Carly for the first time in her life didn't know what to do. She had always been the one with a plan, always the one who looked after other people but now she felt like she needed someone to look after her. She wanted to scream and cry, she wanted to talk about how she felt, she wanted someone to listen to her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Carly started to cry, first it was silent then it grew louder and louder until her crying blocked out the sound of Sam's.

Freddie was still cradling Sam when he heard another person wailing, he recognised the noise and realised it was Carly's. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't leave Sam but he couldn't leave Carly alone. Freddie then had an idea; he gently led Sam to the door. Sam whimpered louder and suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up wrapping her legs around his waist and Freddie realised she wanted to be carried. He gently chuckled as he carried Sam down the stairs, when he finally got to the bottom he saw Carly on the couch crying. He set Sam down of the floor before he went to Carly, he tapped her on the shoulder and she looked at him with big, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She then burst into more tears, Sam did the same and Freddie was stuck between the two of them. He started to panic; he didn't know how to deal with the situation. Suddenly the door flung open.