Chapter 10
Curse my luck
Stewart Residence
Staring up at the ceiling just as he did every night Freddie let out a sigh, he'd been staring up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity now but still no sleep came. Usually he would wallow in self pity until he fell asleep but it seemed tonight would be different as he didn't feel no ounce of sleepiness come over him. 'At least cooking dinner and bringing Ellen's family together had served as a distraction for what happened today with Spencer and Carly' Freddie thought as he sat up form his laying position. If sleep wasn't going to come Freddie decided he would take a walk and let his thoughts run wild as they usually would when he tried to keep himself busy with meaningless tasks. Getting fully dressed in some sweat pants and a jacket Freddie quietly made his way down stairs and snuck out the back door and into the backyard and exited into the street. Looking around Freddie chose to take a right not exactly sure where either road led but he would be able to find his way back once he felt he had enough of fresh air. Looking straight ahead at the road, deserted and looking sinister as the hallow light of the street lights shined down from above, Freddie felt his heart start to pound a little faster. He had never been out this late, and what's worse was that it was an unfamiliar location, what if there's a hobo just waiting for me around the corner Freddie thought as he felt his feet come to stop. 'Nut up Benson' Freddie thought before starting on a light jog. There were miscellaneous sounds all around him as he jogged by and he guessed they were from little pests or rodents looking for something to eat, he settled for that assumption as the alternatives weren't very appealing. Feeling more at ease and alive Freddie continued to run enjoying the adrenaline and the sound of his heart knocking about in his chest, so taken by what he was feeling he didn't notice that there were no more houses passing his vision in a slight blur.
Feeling his legs ache Freddie was about to make a stop when he noticed he was surrounded by plant life and trees on both sides, looking back the way he came he saw no change. Stopping and bending over with his hands on his knees Freddie attempted to catch his breath, feeling as though his chest was on fire Freddie groaned and straightened. Damn he thought as he looked forward and back in wonder at how he got so far out when the original plan was to take a stroll around Ellen's neighborhood, reaching into his jacket and pulling out his phone he was shocked to find it was a few minutes after midnight which meant he had been running for a little over an hour. Taking a deep breath to try soothe the burning in his chest he realized though a bit confused he felt good, here he didn't have any problems he was just running or standing in the middle of no where, no Carly, no mother and no Ellen; no problems at all he could just forget.
His thoughts were interrupted as he heard rustling in the bushes to his right; involuntary he jumped and turned around to see the source of the noise. The sound of rustling of leaves and breaking of twigs continued and seemed to get closer and Freddie busied himself with thoughts of squirrels and other animals it could be to keep himself rooted where he stood instead of running away like he did the first time he went out of Bushwell plaza after dark and running into a hobo. After what seemed like an eternity the rustling sounds stopped abruptly when they seemed to right in the bushes a few feet from Freddie, letting out a sigh he felt his tense muscles which were ready to flee at any moment relax, 'it was just the adrenaline' he thought to himself before letting out a chuckle. One of his laces were untied and Freddie bent down and tied them feeling it was time to stop standing around and try find his way home the way he came. Straightening up from his bent position and turning towards the way he came Freddie felt his muscles tense and adrenaline kick in, as a few meters away from him was a Hobo in all its glory flashing him its yellow decayed teeth. The hobo had a shopping cart filled with various items that Freddie didn't want to identify, looking toward him the hobo continued to grin and then let out a hollow chuckle that sent shivers down Freddie's spine. After a minute of starring at each other though Freddie was not voluntarily staring just glued to his spot, the hobo let out a mad laughter and charged at Freddie. It wasn't very difficult for Freddie's body to interpret what gibberish his mind was saying as Freddie spun on the balls of his feet and broke into a full run in the opposite direction, he didn't look back as he could hear the hobo's laughter reverberating in every direction and felt his mind go into a blank and let is feet carry him away.
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Breathing hard and trying to take in deep breaths Freddie collapsed down on someone's lawn, he was glad to be back in a residential area but as for where he was Freddie didn't as of yet know. His heart was steadily beating wildly into his chest and his feet and legs ached so Freddie doubted he'd be able to get up any time soon. This would be the last time he followed his gut and go for a walk in the dead of night Freddie thought to himself as he cursed his luck, 'what are the odds that at the same place I'm jogging there just happens to be a crazy hobo wondering about', he thought silently as he looked up at the stars. Finally somewhat able to catch his breath Freddie sat up and for the first time took note of his surroundings. He didn't know how far or for how long he ran but here he was sitting on some ones lawn. Getting up off the lawn and walking into and up the street to find out where he was, Freddie was dumbstruck when he noticed a slightly old house with a white picket fence and unkempt lawn. It wasn't the best looking house among the others but it was the largest, Freddie combed his fingers through his hair and wondered how he had ended up on Sam's street. Flipping out his phone Freddie put an ear to his phone as he dialed Sam's number, he hadn't hang out with her in what felt like forever and though he would never admit it he missed the banter they'd have when they exchanged insults. The phone rang five times with no answer and on the six ring the tone died replaced by an autonomous message saying the number is no longer in service.
'Grrrr' Freddie thought making his way towards her house and hoped she hadn't switched rooms since last they were here
Sam's room
Sam tried to bury herself deeper into her pillow as she heard her phone vibrate and ring on her night stand, as it rang for the fifth time she felt her frustrations reach their limit and grabbed it and tore off the battery and deposited it roughly into her nightstand draw. She had been finally able to get herself to sleep and now some jackass was calling her in the middle of the night. After the talk with her mother Sam knew sneaking out to go find out what was up with Carly wouldn't be a good idea as she wasn't sure if she was in the right state of mind. Pam had gave her a talk about being a better mother and fixing their relationship, though she wanted to believe her mothers words Sam couldn't bring herself to do it as this wasn't the first time they had a run at it, just as she had tried to stay sober that failed and Sam wasn't looking to have her trust and hopes crushed by it. Sam was slipping out of consciousness when she heard her slightly opened window being slid up the rest of the way from the outside, her eyes snapped open and she threw her blankets off her in haste before darting over to the corner where her baseball bat lay against the wall. Once her grip had tightened against the bat Sam jumped involuntary as whoever had opened the window stumbled in unceremoniously and fell to the floor with a thud before letting out a groan. Sam was about to advance and pummel whoever had entered as part of her kick ass now ask questions later motto when he spoke.
"Sam don't shoot or hit me, it's me Freddie" Freddie said dryly from the floor, though not able to see Sam he was sure she was around there somewhere ready or about to strike.
"What the hell Fredwierd" Sam exclaimed as she flipped the lights on
"Well it's nice to see you too Sam" He said getting up off the floor
"It's nice to see me? What the hell are you doing here, it's like past midnight"
"Oh I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd say hi"
"You were in the neighborhood?"
"Yeah" he said walking over to her bed and collapsing on top of it
"Are you drunk?"
"Afraid not"
"I'm not sure what you're playing at but-…is this about what happened with Carly?" Sam wondered aloud
"She told you about that?" He asked soberly
"No she called but hung up when someone, probably you walked in"
"Ah! I thought that was you on the other side of the line before the phone met its bitter demise" He said with a sad chuckle
"I wasn't able to follow up on what happened so-"
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why weren't you able to follow up on it, I'd think you would have raced over to Carly's after that"
"It doesn't matter why, and don't try deflecting, what happened?"
"Caught that did you"
"Yeah and I said stop deflecting and tell me what happened"
"Ok ok but can you get me a glass of water, I've been running and…it's a long story but I could use some water"
Feeling Sam about to retort at him about him deflecting, Freddie stood and took of his jacket to reveal his black t-shirt which was soaked with sweat. Feeling uncomfortable in it he pulled it over his head with some difficulty but got it off eventually and smirked as he watched Sam try not to stare. Dropping it to the floor with a splat Freddie put on a t-shirt Sam offered him once he was out of his a little uncomfortably.
"What did you do run a marathon, wait here I'll go get you some water, then you tell me what happened"
Freddie could only nod as he watched Sam disappear into the rest of the house; he sat himself at the edge of Sam's bed and waited for her return. Feeling his back ache slightly he relaxed and laid back on the bed, which was so acceptable that Freddie didn't even feel his eyes close and himself slip out of consciousness.
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Kicking her door open Sam could only sigh at the sight that greeted her, she had been gone for less than ten minutes and yet there laid one Fredward Benson sprawled on top of her bed asleep. She mentally kicked herself for not thinking this would happen, he was clearly exhausted and a bed was not but a few feet away what would stop him.
'Maybe you wanted this to happen'
Sam heard the internal voice but ignored it and scowled lightly as she realized she didn't have a bed to sleep on as Freddie seemed to take up the entirety of her bed, not that she would consider sleeping in the same bed as he.
"Great" Sam muttered
She walked over to the side of the bed and left the jar of water and cup she had brought for him on the night stand, she got the blankets she had thrown off her in her haste to stop the intrusion and placed them on top of Freddie. After tucking him in she left with a blush as she had caught herself starring at him for quite a while, Sam flipped the lights and exited the room figuring she could sleep in Melanie's room other than subject herself to the cold hard floor or Bensons intruding limbs.
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'So warm' Freddie thought as he roused from sleep with his eyes still closed less he be sucked into reality and loose this moment of bliss. 'This can't be my bed' he thought, no not my bed but Ellen's guestroom bed. With that last thought Freddie sighed lowly as he remembered where he was and the events that led to him being here, it seemed last night he was a lot more exhausted than he thought. Slipping his hand into his pockets he brought out his phone which was riding on its last battery bar, he checked the time to be a little over eleven. Releasing the phone back into his pocket Freddie shut his eyes feeling his stress levels elevate as he remembered that he had left the Stewarts without any word and disappearing into the night. Freddie heard someone coming and played dead hoping it wasn't Sam's mother, but whoever came into the room didn't pay him any mind. Freddie continued to lay there and could hear nothing but rustling of closets and clothes. Cracking his eyes open slightly so he could see who was in the room without alerting them he was awake, Freddie let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding when he saw that it was Sam but with his letting out a breath Sam spun around sharply and gazed at him. Remaining absolutely still Freddie guessed she couldn't see his eyes were slightly open as she spun back around and went back to her dressing. 'Dressing' Freddie didn't know why he hadn't noticed it before but Sam was only in a bra and panties, Freddie could feel an erection beginning to form in his pants as he watched her slip on her blue ripped jeans. He wasn't sure when but he had stopped squinting and let his eyes fully open and roam her body, she had only a bra and jeans on now and was matching tops against herself on the mirror before tossing them away if they didn't go right with the outfit or at least that's what Freddie thought as you could never know with Sam. He saw her bring a black Harley Davison t-shirt before her and paused and starred, scrutinizing at a part of the mirror, trying to see what she was starring at Freddie's eyes met Sam's. He swallowed hard not sure how to play this off but was saved from the awkward moment as Sam went back to dressing and pulling the Davison t-shirt on.
Pushing the blankets off him Freddie tried to speak but let out a cough, not realizing how dry his throat was. Feeling the thirst Freddie was about to enquire about getting some water, when Sam made a sound and pointed to the jar of water and cup at the other side of the bed. Rolling over to the other side Freddie didn't bother with the cup and used the jar to gulp down the water but that proved to be a mistake as some of it went into the wrong passage and he choked. In a fit of coughs Freddie looked up to see Sam smirking at his misfortune.
"That's what you get for being a greedy little pervert" Sam said with a chuckle
"Shut *cough* up"
"Make me" Said with another chuckle "So now that you're awake sleeping beauty you can tell me what happened yesterday and we have time so you can tell me how you ended up here"
"Sleeping beauty?" Freddie said raising an eye brow "You weren't watching me sleep were you?"
Turning slightly red Sam wasn't able to mask her blush "I told you last night to stop deflecting"
"Can't you just hear it from Carly?"
"Her phones gone to shit remember"
"Can I forget" Freddie said to himself
"What"
"I said I can't, I left Ellen's house at night and I didn't tell them where I was going, I need to get back before she freaks out and…I just need to get back Sam" Freddie said avoiding her eyes
"Wait what was that…before she freaks out and what?"
"Before she freaks out and calls my mum" Freddie spat the half truth out easily
"Don't think I haven't noticed" Sam growled
"Noticed what?" Freddie asked meeting her eyes
"You know what forget it grab your shit and meet me downstairs, I'll drive you home" Sam said angrily
"Drive me?"
He didn't get a reply as Sam had stormed out of the room, Freddie felt the usual sinking feeling return as he thought of her words and what was it that she had noticed? Could she know?
"No" Freddie said audibly stopping his thoughts from going into dark places
'If Sam knew she'd let me know one way or the other, probably make fun of me or hold it over my head' Freddie grabbed his black t-shirt and jacket off the floor before walking down stairs suppressing a groan at every step he took. Walking out of her room Freddie followed the short hallway before coming to a stop at the top of the stairs that led down stairs and at the bottom stood Sam waiting for him by the door keys in hand.
"You do know how to drive right?"
*Shrug* "I guess I mean how hard can it be"
"Please tell me that was a joke-"
Freddie stopped mid sentence and blushed as his tummy gave a roar, his awkwardness and blush earned him a large bouts of laughter from Sam.
"Come on I'll make you some breakfast before we go"
"Wow that's awfully nice of you since I thought you were gonna rip my head off a few minutes ago when you exited the room" Freddie said suspiciously following her into the kitchen.
"I'm over it" she said with a shrug
"Or maybes you can't resist the good ol' Benson charm" that got a snort out of Sam
"So whose car are we stealing?"
"My moms, her boyfriend picked her up this morning"
"Your mom has a boyfriend?" Freddie inquired
"Yep" she said nonchalantly
"That's cool, how long has that been going on?"
"Why do you care?" she shot back at him irritably
"I don't, I'm just making conversation" Freddie said with a shrug
"Well stop your starting to bug me"
"Only starting?" he said letting a smile work it's to his lips
"Just keep on talking and you'll end up having Mama's fist for breakfast" Sam shot back with a smirk
"Alright alright I'll keep my mouth shut"
"You better"
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"I know its weird but I've missed this you know"
"Missed what?"
"This"
"What's this" Sam said irritably digging around the kitchen cabinets
"You know you and me going at it like old times…its nice" he said in a slight daze which was broken by Sam's fist connecting with his shoulder.
"And now I'm over it" Freddie said dryly as he nursed his shoulder
"I told you to shut up" Sam said with a laugh
She motioned him into a chair at the kitchen table before busting out the skillet where she proceeded to fry some bacon which she kept nibbling on a bit before depositing it on Freddie's plate telling him "the chef must Sample her cooking to be sure it is good enough for the recipient". After some frying of eggs and making of toast Sam submitted her cooking to Freddie, whose mouth was practically watering as she laid the food in front of him. Freddie unceremoniously devoured the food laid in front of him; Sam smirked and left him to finish his food telling him they would leave as soon he was done. Sam walked out of earshot from Freddie before taking out her phone and calling Spencer. It was a Saturday so Sam was expecting to have to call a couple of time before Spencer picked up, and as she expected he didn't pick up until she called him the second time.
"Hello?" Spencer said with a long yawn
"Hey Spence its Sam"
"Hey Sam what's going on"
"I can't reach Carly's phone so could you give her the phone"
"Hold on"
Sam could hear Spencer shouting it out to Carly though she could scarcely hear what was going on the other side of the line, Sam thought she heard a lock being unlocked and locked again before her best friends shaky voice made its way to the phone.
"Sam?"
"Hey Carls, how are you?"
"I'm fine Sam" Carly said hoarsely
"You don't sound like it; it sounds like you cried all night"
"And people wonder why were friends" Carly said with a chuckle
"After your first breakup how could I forget?"
"You're a good friend Sam but don't worry I'm ok now"
"What happened yesterday when you called, you sounded so out of it, and then Fredward shows up in my room at midnight?"
"Freddie's there?"
"Yeah he was starving so I made him breakfast"
"W- W…why did he come there?"
"I don't know-"
"You're lying"
"What do you mean I'm lying, the only reason I'm calling is to-"
"To gloat? Its you're fault all this happened"
"What happened and how is it my fault?"
"You remember what you said to me, about Freddie not being incapable of lying and warning me about the other girls that were after him, I can't believe I didn't see it sooner, you were jealous and said all that stuff so I'd get jealous and ruin things between me and Freddie" Carly said harshly
"Carly just take a step back and think about what your saying, I don't even like Freddie that-"
"Don't deny it, I saw how you were looking at him the first time I kissed him at school, the reason I kissed him in the first place him was to send you a message but I guess I was stupid to think my own best friend wouldn't backstab me"
"Even if I liked Freddie I would have put you first-"
"Save the lies because I don't care and you may think you've won, but you should know that Freddie loves me, and will always love me over you, Freddie is MINE!"
"Carl- Carly? Damn" Carly hung up
Sam gripped the phone tight in her hands and stared at it as if it were Carly and trying to understand what was happening around her, Sam took a deep breath trying to cool down her rising temper. Looking back at the kitchen where she heard a clutter of dishes signifying that Freddie had come to the end of his meal. Sam couldn't understand it why had Carly been so fucking difficult and why had most of the shit she said felt true, she hated it; to admit that it ate her up to see Freddie and Carly together and she had indeed said those things hoping it would end their stupid sex crazed relationship. The image of Freddie going down on Carly flashed in her mind causing Sam to bring her hand and cup her mouth and make a run into the kitchen. Barging into the kitchen full sprint Sam keeled over the sink and threw up her breakfast which didn't look or smell the same as when she ate it, which made her gag and heave more of her stomach contents into the sink.
Freddie could all but watch as Sam heaved and gagged into the sink and had to pinch his nose shut to keep from loosing the food he had just ingested. Sucking it up Freddie let the smell of sick crawl up his nostrils bitterly and he had to stop and collect himself before making his way over to Sam who had stopped gagging but just stood there over the sink. Reaching Sam Freddie stiffened as he saw tears were trailing down from her eyes and dropping off her chin and into her sick, from the side Freddie reached out and brushed her golden hair away from her face. Freddie was frozen where he stood as Sam turned to look at him, she looked the most vulnerable he had ever seen her but couldn't help but think she looked as beautiful as he had ever seen her at that moment. Rubbing her back in slow circles Freddie was about to ask if she was alright when she abruptly pulled away from the sink and fell into his arms letting their lips meet. Freddie was stunned as Sam kissed him and not at all gently, he felt her tongue probe for entry into his mouth and in his daze his body took over and he deepened the kiss. The bitter taste of bile in Sam's mouth brought Freddie back from his daze and he brought his arms from behind Sam and settled them on her shoulders before unintentionally roughly pushing her away as she had resisted his gentle shove.
Sam fell backward and landed on her ass though that didn't seem to register to her as she looked back up at Freddie feeling hurt and rejected, Freddie took steps towards her with what looked like pity in his eyes and she felt all the anger she had been trying to repress earlier come to the surface.
"Get Away from me" She said crawling backwards away from Freddie's touch
"Sam I'm sorry" he said once again reaching out to help her up but she batted his hand away
"What I'm not good enough for you now huh Fredward" she said getting to her feet
"I…I don't understand" Freddie said feeling himself go into a slight daze; things had been ok a few minutes ago when she was making him breakfast and now this.
"You know this is all your fault, if you had just let things stay the way they were none of this would have happened and if I hadn't kissed you I wouldn't feel this way, its all you, you, you, you, you!, you!" Sam screamed at him
Freddie didn't want to go through this again, first his mother, then Carly and now Sam. Unable to handle it all Freddie brought his hands up to his ears and shut them as hard as he could to keep Sam's word from reaching him. This didn't seem to sit right with Sam as she walked over to him and started to pry his hands from his ears, Freddie tried to walk away from Sam backwards but collided with the fridge and slowly sank into a sitting position with Sam still clasped tightly on to his arms screaming "Listen to me" as she tried to remove his arms from his ears.
Gritting her teeth Sam pried Freddie's hands from his ears, the image of him muttering incoherent words forgotten to her as all she could see was the rejection he had served her.
"You did this all you do is screw with people, I bet that's why your mother threw you out, she couldn't stand all the shit-"
"Yes its my fault, I let her touch me that way and fucked around with Carly knowing it wouldn't end well but I was just so selfish that I fucked her anyway and now here I am Sam, what do you want? You want to screw me too huh well I'm sorry I can't, I'm not good enough for you"
"W...Wha…what? I'm not good enough for you?" Sam said her voice breaking
"Wha…what? You know what yes Sam I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last cunt on earth" Freddie said tears running down his face knowing anything else he said wasn't heard through Sam's insecurity eating away at her desire to be loved.
Sam let the tears run freely down her face as she grit her teeth suppressing a sob unable to stand the hurt she felt. Sam's fists clenched involuntary and before she could comprehend what she was doing her fist slammed into Freddie's jaw sending Freddie on his side in a fetal position nursing his jaw but wasn't able to continue as Sam stood and let her boot slam into his gut. Sam screamed as she pulled her foot back and repeatedly brought it back into Freddie's gut and chest area, she hated that he didn't scream or beg for her to stop he just lay there. He's laughing at me Sam thought as she saw his give a few spasms, kneeling down to him she grabbed him by the shirt she had lent him and brought him to look at her. Freddie smiled as Sam brought him to look at her; this was what he deserved and who best to give it to him than Sam.
Sam couldn't take his look of triumph over her and brought her fist up and let it crush Freddie's nose but all it earned her was a bloody fist and some snotty crackles of laughter from Freddie. Sam let out another fist that smashed into Freddie's face and silenced his laughter but his smile never leaving his face, Sam continued to growl at him telling him to stop smiling at her as her fists connected with his face. Freddie's face was bloody and bruised and Freddie was waiting for the next wave of knuckles when Sam released a high pitched scream. Looking in her direction Freddie watched as a man with dark hair pick her up and drag her away from him, Sam and Mike disappeared into the living room as she continued to struggle in his arms. With their disappearance Mrs. Puckett entered the kitchen and a look of horror crossed her features, she hurried down to Freddie and got on her knees and brought her arms towards his face but her arms went back and fourth between them awkwardly as she didn't know how or where to handle him. Freddie heard her call out to a Mike but wasn't able to hear more as he blacked out.
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Shay apartment
Carly hung up the phone and gripped her head in her hands, she didn't understand how her best friend could do this to her, tossing the phone on her bed she let herself follow it and dropped on top of her bed with a sigh. Things were not supposed to be this way when she and Freddie started off together she was supposed to have great sex with him and in return he would be going out with the girl of his dreams. Feeling slight guilt for using Freddie when they were together Carly blocked all feelings of guilt for using Freddie not really needing depression to worsen her mood. He gave her great sex and she gave him meaning and that seemed fair enough but things had changed and even if Sam hadn't sent her into a jealous fit she still would have lost it with Freddie, Carly didn't know how or when it happened but every time she thought of Freddie her stomach went into knots and she missed him and dare she say it; she was in love with him. She didn't really blame Sam but she had just needed someone to yell at, but that didn't stop her from feeling horrible for what she had said to Sam and what happened with Freddie the day before. She knew most of what she said to Sam was true as she had known Sam liked Freddie long before even she did probably; giving out a sigh Carly felt sad for Sam because Freddie was in love with her and would always be hers. She may not have planned on falling in love with Freddie but she would make it work, but first she would have to get Freddie away from Sam before she sunk her claws into him.
Getting off her bed with a new resolution Carly thought now was a better time as any to brave the storm and face Spencer and even though he'd be mad and not want her going anywhere near Freddie she knew she could manipulate him and get her way by making him the bad guy or pulling out the "daddy's gone and mommy's dead" card. Slipping out of her PJs she put on some jeans and a top, grabbing Spencer's phone off the bed she strolled over to the door unlocked it and headed down stairs to talk to him. She found him laying horizontally on the couch in a daze.
"Hey" she called out sitting herself down on the first step of the stairs
"Hmmm oh hey Carls feeling better now?" he said getting into an upright position
"Yeah my minds a whole lot clearer now"
"I'm not even sure where I should start after what happened yesterday"
"Well you seemed more distraught after hearing about me and Freddie having sex maybe we should get that out of the way"
"You talk about it so casually that it scares me to even ask if-"
"Freddie was my first time?"
Swallowing hard as he prepared himself for her answer Spencer could only nod grimly at her
"Yes Freddie was my first, and judging by the look on your face you were expecting me to drop a black book on the table and announce that I am the town tart" Carly said with a fake huff as she gauged at Spencer's reaction
"No I was just preparing for the worst just incase-"
"I can see the way you're looking at me, you're judging me aren't you" she said though she knew he wasn't
"No I'm not you'll always be the-" Carly cut him off before he could finish
"I never judge or talk down to you as you change women like you change socks"
"You know that's different and I'm not trying to patronize you I just think you're a bit young to be having sex"
"How is it different? So you can go about having sex with as many girls as you want yet I can't have sex with my one boyfriend? And incase you haven't noticed we are siblings you can't tell me what to do"
"I told you we could talk when you're good and ready-"
"And I am"
"No you're not you're just attacking me at every turn"
"Oh so I should spare you're feelings and leave you to talk about the most personal part of my life and not yours?"
"I'm not the one who's fucking and having scream matches with my best friends, I heard what you said to Sam over the phone, I mean Jesus Carly what the hell is going on with you"
"So you're spying on me now?"
"Don't change the subject, I'm not sure what's going on but I know it's not good and if you don't talk to me I can't help you"
"Nothings wrong"
"Maybe grandpa was right, I'm not the best guardian for you"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think it means"
"Look me and Freddie had a stupid fight because I got jealous when he wasn't spending time with me anymore and I guess I took it out my frustrations on Sam…I know it was wrong and the reason I came down here is to get this talk over with so I can go over to Sam's house and apologize to her and Freddie then everything will be ok, ok?" 'The best lies have a little bit of truth in them' Carly thought to herself.
"Oh well I'm glad you've come to your senses but I can't let you leave the house with all that's happened, I'm not sure if I can trust you with all the secrets you've been keeping so you're grounded until further notice"
"BUT-"
"No buts, and don't try any convince me otherwise I've made up my mind"
Sighing heavily Carly relented and trudged back upstairs, entering her room she pulled out Spencer's phone and dialed Sam's number wanting to apologize for what she had said, it wasn't called for. The phone rang and rang but there was no answer.
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Dr Silberman office (the shrink)
"The doctor will see you in a moment Ms Benson"
Marissa could only nod at the redhead who seemed overly peppy to be working as a shrink's secretary. Though she was constantly typing on about something on the computer in front of her, Marissa noted how she would occasionally cast a glance at her as if to make sure she's not about to go ape shit. The waiting room had two couches along the wall, which were both in view of the secretary. Sitting herself down on the couch Marissa felt her muscles tense as it felt like she was being swallowed whole by the couch, she guessed that they were probably made for comfort and probably picked by the good doctor to give his patients a sense of comfort and security before he saw them, but with her it was the direct opposite. Ignoring the urge to stand Marissa let herself sink into the couch other than stand which would probably give the shrink some form of psychological mambo jumbo to use as ammo against her.
"Dr. Silberman will see you now Ms Benson" the secretary said gesturing to a door to her left
Before Marissa could get off the couch the door opened to reveal Dr Silberman who had a facial expression about him that made him seem ill, Marissa had expected him to have a patient with him but no one seemed to exit from his office as he held the door open, which solidified Marissa's belief that the couch was a test for his patients to see how they react to it's overly comfortable structure, why else would he keep her waiting for a little over ten minutes when he didn't have a patient with him.
"Ms Benson, I'm doctor Silberman please come in" he invited a smile that seemed too welcoming
Not wanting to say anything as of yet Marissa merely nodded and entered his office, which was just that an office. The office was just as she had expected with the large black leather couch most likely for patients to stretch out on as they relayed their issues, there was a glass coffee table between the couch and what looked to be an office chair which would be the doctors chair she thought as she saw him sit and relax onto it as he had probably done a thousand times. As she examined her surroundings Marissa noticed Dr Silberman's eyes never left her and his smile never faltered. Clearing his throat he signaled for them to begin.
"So how are you today Ms Benson?" he asked a little too pleasantly for her liking
"I'm as well as I can be, and its Mrs."
"Come again?"
"You keep calling me Ms. Benson, its Mrs."
Letting out a slight chuckle the doctor scribbled something onto a note pad he had in his hands before speaking again "I apologize Mrs. Benson I just assumed it to be so, because from the information I have been given of you it says that your husband is dead"
Marissa didn't respond but continued to look onward at the doctor who still kept his smile and scribbled some more but that didn't bother Marissa, he could write all he wanted she just wanted to be done with this and have her Freddie back.
"You are aware that Ellen told me of your…eh situation?"
"Yes she said she could trust you"
"But you don't trust me, even though I haven't gone to the police?"
"I trust Ellen and she trusts you, that's good enough for me, besides its not like I have any choice in the matter"
"Well you could always turn yourself in" Silberman said with a hint of humor
Marissa didn't find his attempt at humor amusing and sent him a glare but kept her mouth shut
"I'm sorry if my attempt at humor doesn't suit your taste but I couldn't resist I don't usually have the pleasure to say what's truly on my mind with my usual patients….So Marissa, do mind if I call you Marissa?"
"Not at all"
"Splendid, so Marissa why don't you tell me about yourself"
"Is the information you were given not enough?"
"It is but I thought I could get to know you before we…ah…Dig up the issues"
"That's not necessary we both know why I'm here, we have a couple of talks you evaluate my sanity and if I'll stop fucking my son"
"Right" Silberman said letting his smile fall for the first time "You know I usually have patients talking hypothetically about such things but with you having done it, it really throws me out of my comfort zone"
"Don't compare me to the other nut jobs you have here from time to time, I'm not crazy and I don't have issues, I just got confused and…-"
"Fucked your son?" this seemed to get a smile from Marissa
"Touché"
"So tell me about Freddie" Silberman said relaxing deeper into his chair
"I've raised him for sixteen years there's a lot to tell please be more specific" she said skeptically
"What's he like?"
"He's a good boy, smart and he hosts a web cast with his friends"
"Anything you can tell me about him on a personal level?" he probed for more information
"I thought I was the one getting counseling"
"Like it or not were going to have to talk about Freddie one way or the other"
"Ask specific questions and I'll answer you as best I can"
"When did you start molesting your son?" he asked grimly causing Marissa to flinch
"N…not long three weeks at the most"
"I'm sorry if you are uncomfortable but you did ask me to be direct"
"Its ok you can't say or tell me anything I haven't already thought about myself, I knew when I first started doing it that it wasn't…right but I see that more clearly now, so you can go ahead and judge me it doesn't matter to me"
"Part of the my job requires me to remove all personal feelings and views of my patients as soon as I walk into this office…So you say see things more clearly now? How so?"
"Look at me now, look at where I am; I could lose my son, the only person I have left and all because I…I…" Marissa didn't continue but buried her face in her hands
"Do you know why Ellen chose me specifically to handle you?, I mean don't get me wrong me and Ellen are friends but were not that close, I could have easily sold you out and had a clear conscience when I sleep at night"
"Wha..Then why you?" Marissa asked calming herself enough to look Silberman in the eye
"Before we get to that you should know that I will be seeing you on a regular basis from now on and that if I was to give her a report based on the progress of our sessions and in the situation were in, well it would take months if not years to get to the real issue that led to…the situation you are in now. Ellen told me of the bond you and Freddie have and by what she tells me about how you've raised Freddie I don't think you or Freddie could function properly away from one another for that long and I think Ellen saw it too when she took Freddie away from you."
"So what's the compromise?" Ellen asked eagerly
"I'll ask you two question and if you give me the answers I'm looking for then I'll tell Ellen to let Freddie move back in with you, we had originally planned for me give you some form of therapy before that but I know that would be a waste of time without having us both on the same level because if we went about it now you'd only tell me what I was to hear only as a means to get your son back. As you are right now I know you don't trust me and your probably here because you have no choice and want your son back, but I want you to acknowledge that you have a problem and see me because you want to stop and be a better mother to Freddie"
"And Ellen will just bring him back once you give the go ahead?" Marissa asked skeptically
"I don't see why not but that's not what you should be worried about right now, you should worry about what happens if you get the answers wrong?"
"What happens if I answer incorrectly?"
"I call the police you go to jail and never lay a finger on Freddie ever again" Silberman said casually
"Please I'm begging you please don't take my son away from me" Marissa said tears threatening to spill from her eyes
"I haven't done anything yet and you don't seem to have much confidence in yourself as I haven't even asked you the questions, but then again I imagine you already know the one if not both of the questions"
"It doesn't matter what my answer is you're a shrink you'll just keep twisting things in your head until you see and hear what you want"
"I guess that is possible" Silberman said detachedly
"You still haven't told me why"
"Why?"
"Why she chose you"
"Oh well you see I have a gift and that gift helps me tell when people are being truthful or not"
"That's it?"
"Afraid so, I'm sorry if its not as earth shuttering as you hoped" Silberman said rolling his eyes
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..
"Are you ready?" He asked her
"Shoot" she said quietly
"Do you realize that you have a deep psychological issue that is hurting your son?" he asked coolly his eyes examining her every feature
"Yes" she said looking him in the eye with her own red and puffy from the few tears she had shed
"And now for the real question, if I allow Freddie to move back in with you will you be able to stop molesting him?"
"I will"
"Your lying" Silberman said in disgust getting up from his chair and making his way over to his desk where the telephone lay
"I..I...I'm not lying, please you said-" Marissa didn't get to finish as Silberman voice boomed over hers
"You sick fuck I saw through you petty lie and I said if you gave the answers I wanted I would give the go ahead to get your son back, but I see you'd rather get off than have him back….yes Seattle police department this is Dr-"
Silberman wasn't able to finish his sentence with his confused secretary as Marissa grabbed the phone off his desk and ripping it off its line and proceeding to rip the line from the wall before turning back to Silberman looking disheveled and frightened.
"Please!, please! Stop, what was supposed to say; that I don't know, that I'm scared because I don't know if I can stop, I would give all I had to know for certain that it won't happen again but I don't, please don't call the police we can go through therapy for years if that's what it takes but if you call the police then I won't ever be able to see my son and Freddie…Freddie he won't forgive me for leaving him" Marissa said hysterically
At this point Marissa was on the floor on her knees bawling out in tears, she couldn't bring herself to stare up at the doctor anymore the disgust he had shown for before had mirrored Ellen's and that had been unbearable enough, she couldn't imagine everyone she knew looking at her that way.
"Peter is everything alright in there?" Silberman's secretary called form the other side of the door with slight urgency in her voice
"Everything's fine Alex go back to your desk"
"Are you sure? That woman doesn't have a razor to your neck does she?"
"If she did I wouldn't say so now would I?"
"Ok, ok no need to be a smart ass, that Seattle police department thing wasn't funny you know" she said walking away
This statement stopped Marissa from releasing her next sob, sniffling loudly she brushed her disheveled hair away from her face and looked up at a smiling Dr Silberman questioningly.
"Now if you gave me that speech from the start there wouldn't have been any need for all the theatrics" Silberman said going down to Marissa's level and helping her up.
"Wha..What's going on I don't understand?"
"I had to do something to get you to get the truth out, so I misled you into thinking I was calling the police when I was calling Alex there outside"
After a long pause Marissa spoke "So what now?"
Marissa asked shakily after collecting herself enough to walk over to the black leather couch and sitting herself down, so emotionally drained that she didn't care that he had tricked her, all she cared about was getting her Freddie back and having her apartment feel like a home again.
"Well now I call Ellen and tell her to give you back your boy and we schedule another session for you and Freddie separately"
"Just like that?"
"Just like that, though I sense Ellen will have a problem with it since we were planning on waiting two weeks before…well you know"
"I don't know what to say" Marissa said in a daze
"Say your acting was on par with George Clooney and we'll call it a day" this got a sad chuckle from Marissa "Before you leave set a reoccurring appointment with Alex, then you can go home and wait for Ellen to contact you once I've talked to her"
"How long do I have to wait?"
"I don't know that's for Ellen to decide, it's up to her to trust my judgment over her own"
Marissa only nodded at this on the one hand she was happy to have some hope of getting Freddie back but she couldn't really trust herself around him yet, so she hoped Ellen took her time to call her as she wanted more time to prepare for Freddie's arrival to get back into her old character of being the overprotective mother. Muttering a soft thank you and good bye Marissa was almost out the door when Silberman called out to her.
"You were lucky to have Ellen as a friend, I hope you know that had it been any other Joe you call your friend they would want nothing to do with you but she made a compromise, which is more than I would have done"
"I Know" She said sadly "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure"
"Earlier you said you could have easily turned me in and went to bed with a clear conscience, so why didn't you?"
"I won't lie to you I thought of doing it a dozen times but what good would that have done? You would go to jail and probably never have a life again even when you get out of jail and Freddie would get shipped off to some distant relatives and most likely have some psychological issues which would lead to a life of sick unhappiness. The world can be a sick and demented place at times but sending you to jail won't change that, so I chose the better option which is to fix this and maybe you and Freddie can go on to live some what happy lives"
"Thank you"
"Don't thank me yet" He said coldly
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Entering her apartment Marissa couldn't suppress the smile that had formed on her face ever since she had left Dr. Silberman's office, she knew it might be days or even weeks before Ellen told her Freddie could come back home but the fact that she was one step closer to getting him back made it all better. She was already planning on what they would have for dinner once he got back, though nothing to exotic; wouldn't want to Freddie to get some form of food poisoning. With that thought Marissa couldn't help but let herself laugh out loud in the empty apartment, walking into the living room she discarded her purse on to the couch by letting it fall of her arms and she followed suit and dropped herself on top of the couch like a sack of potatoes. Though things were not ok as of yet it didn't matter to her, they would get better and Freddie would be home again where he belongs. Marissa's inner musings were interrupted by her pager going off, letting out a groan Marissa sighed in frustration, she had requested an off day today and if they had paged her in it must have been an emergency and she probably wouldn't make it home until tomorrow. Looking down at her pager she felt her mood brighten once again as she thought maybe it was Ellen who was paging her using the hospitals number, digging into her purse she found her phone which was on silent explaining the half a dozen missed calls from the hospital. Dialing on Ellen's number Marissa waited anxiously as the phone rang but there was no answer, then she dialed the hospital only for one of the nurses to pick up.
"Marissa?"
"Hey , Sally what's going on is Ellen there?" Marissa asked slightly put off
"Wha-, ah yeah but listen Mari I need you to come down to the clinic"
"Why what's wrong?" Marissa asked frowning as a sinking feeling settled in her gut
"It Freddie" Sally said grimly
"Wha…What about Freddie?" she stuttered out
"He's been hurt"
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Puckett Residence
Pam Puckett looked on bewildered at the site in front of her, Freddie was passed out and bloody on her kitchen floor, her heart rate was sky rocketing sending adrenaline running wildly through her veins making her senses heightened, the faint smell of sick made its way to her nostrils making her gag slightly and cover mouth with her hand.
"Mike!" Pam screamed with more urgency than before
The kitchen door opened to reveal Mike, who at seeing the site in front of him hurried over to Pam with a questioning look all thoughts of a quickie long since forgotten.
"Where's Sam?" Pam hurriedly questioned
"She ran upstairs as soon as I let her loose" Mike said getting his arms around Freddie "C'mon we need to get him to the hospital, looks like Sam did a number on him" With that he carried Freddie in his arms out of the kitchen and to the car
"We don't know how this happened, don't be quick to blame Sam" Pam said as they reached Mike's Ford Mustang
"Sam's knuckled were all bruised and bloody when I dragged her away, she did this to him" Mike replied angrily as he laid Freddie down in the backseat.
"Take him to Seattle medical center he'll get the best care there" she said grimly imaging the shit storm that would come of this once the mother found out
"What do you mean take him? Aren't you coming?"
"No I have to talk to Sam, find out what happened, I'll meet you after"
"Jesus Pam I don't even know the kid, how am-"
"They'll know him at the hospital and take care of everything, just go Mike I'll call you when I'm done with Sam"
"Fine" he said in annoyance
Pam watched as Mike drove away before briskly making her way back into the house, giving Sam the benefit of the doubt Pam walked into the house and made her way upstairs. Reaching Sam's room Pam was about to knock on the door when she stopped herself, pausing to get into her parent mode. Grasping the door handle and twisting it Pam entered Sam's room with a stern look, her stern look immediately changed to one of anger when she found the room deserted and the bedroom window wide open. Cursing lightly Pam combed her hands through her hair in frustration. Walking back out of the room she slammed the door shut and was reaching for her phone in her pocket but paused as an idea hit her. Walking hurriedly to Melanie's room she didn't pause to compose her looks to confront Sam but walked in and examined the room in expert precision a Terminator would be proud of before spotting Sam sitting cross legged on Melanie's room at the corner of the room. Sam had her head buried in her hands and looked to be crying but Pam knew she couldn't console her daughter without finding out what was going on, so she shrugged off her sympathy before advancing over to Sam and sitting herself down next to Sam.
"Sam" Pam said brushing Sam's disheveled locks away so as to get a good look at her daughter who was indeed crying "Sam honey what happened"
"I- I…I don't know " Sam said stuttered through her silent sobs
"Sam c'mon honey you have to tell me what's going on I just want to help, Freddie was hurt badly; why would you do that to him I thought you were friends and even liked him in your on way?"
"I didn't mean too, I was just" Sam paused only to grab a hand full of her hair and pull on it tightly in frustration "I screwed up bad mom" Sam said meekly.
"Sam you have to tell me what happened"
"Carly had a fight with me"
"Carly had a fight with you? I don't understand what do you mean fight with you and what does it have to do with Freddie?"
Sam paused and seemingly collecting her thoughts before she spoke and told her mother as best she could what had happened. Pam's face paled as Sam continued to tell her the entire story and how she had lost herself in all the hurt that she reacted the only way she knew how to when she was hurt or when somebody hurt her. Sam didn't tell Pam about what she and Freddie said after kiss not wanting to complicate things but only said he rejected her and she lost it. She herself didn't understand Freddie's behavior or what Freddie said meant, she had heard him when he said he wasn't good enough for her but somehow it came out all messed up in her head. After hearing the series of events that led to Freddie being a bloody mess in the kitchen floor of her house Pam didn't know what to say or do to console Sam who was a mess next to her.
"What was Freddie doing here so early in the day" Pam asked somberly just to break the silence
"I don't know he just said he was in the neighborhood"
"I'm sorry Sam"
"Why are you sorry"
"If I was a better mom I'd have known about Freddie and Carly getting together, I suspected you liked Freddie from how you spoke of him and acted around him"
"And what does that have to do with anything" Sam said irritably
"I just think if I had known I could have talked to you about it and non of this-"
"I need to see Freddie" Sam said cutting Pam off, not really in the mood for her wanting to be a better mother speech
"Mike took him to the hospital, I'm going to go talk to Freddie's mom when were done here and explain and hopefully diffuse the situation but until then Sam I think it would be good if you stayed clear of Freddie"
"No, I have to see him, he has too know how sorry I am" Sam said slightly hysterical as the image of Freddie's broken and bruised face kept replaying itself in her mind.
"I'm sorry Sam but you'll have to wait, I'm not sure they'll let you anywhere near him after this"
"I just want him to know that I'm sorry…I didn't mean too" At this point Sam openly cried into Pam's waiting arms
"I know sweetheart I know" Pam cooed at Sam trying to calm her down
"Please take me with you, I'll stay in the car, I just want to know if he's ok or not as soon as possible"
"Ok honey but you stay in the car understand?"
Sam only nodded in response before pulling back from her mothers arms, Sam wiped the tears of her face before looking up at her concerned mother and giving her a small tired smile. Even though her mother had some flaws; Sam knew she loved her, after asking if she was ok a couple of time Pam left Sam telling her to meet her downstairs when she was ready to leave for the hospital. After watching Pam leave Melanie's room Sam got off the bed and went over to the dresser where she fixed her hair before exiting as her mother did and joining her down stairs. They walked to the car in silence both seeming to have a lot on their mind, Sam thinking about Freddie and if he was ok and Pam thinking of how she would get Sam out of this mess without her getting sent to the Juvenile detention center.
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Seattle medical center
Ellen paced back and forth wondering how the hell she would explain this to Marissa when she herself didn't know what happened, the man who had brought Freddie in was not telling them anything of what happened only saying he was told to bring "the kid" here. 'I screwed up, I fucking screwed up' Ellen thought to herself 'I should have asked what happened to his face yesterday but I was so caught up with dinner and everyone being in a good mood that I just forgot. What the hell could have happened to him?, I mean when I left this morning things were alright, I mean I think they were I didn't see Freddie since yesterday assuming he was sleeping in this morning when I left, shit shit shit' Ellen let out a shallow laugh at the irony in this situation, she takes him away from a fucked up home only for him to get hospitalized while in her care. 'Un-fucking believable' she thought bitterly. She had told one of the nurses to call Marissa and tell her to come in, she was trying to put off talking to Marissa for as long as possible thinking of ways in which she could explain this but was still in square one. Right now Ellen knew Marissa wouldn't give two shits of what she knew and their deal for her to stay away from Freddie until Silberman said otherwise and would probably rip her head off once she saw his face and looked at the X-rays of his chest. He had two fractured ribs a broken nose and an all around bruised face, Ellen sighed knowing this would end badly.
"Freddie?" Ellen's thoughts were interrupted as Marissa burst into the room looking about wildly before her eyes rested of Freddie
Marissa stood motionlessly as she let her eyes examine Freddie's face, his face was bruised and swollen in certain parts. Totally ignoring Ellen she took shaky steps towards him, her face looking more distraught as she neared his unconscious body, she pulled a chair to his bedside still shaken by his image. Marissa let out a sad moan as she brought her hand twitchingly to his face and closed her eyes as if she could bare no more to look upon his face. Letting her hands cup his cheek Marissa's face contorted in pain, she let her hand trail up his face and into his hair and she started stroking it. Letting her eyes open Marissa silently let the tears fall from her eyes, paying Ellen no attention she continued to cry silently. Ellen was taken aback by this reaction as she had expected Marissa to have her foot up somebody's ass looking for answers to what happened but instead she just sat there crying. Ellen wasn't sure what to do but Marissa saved her from having to think of something to say.
"What happened to him?" Marissa asked quietly her eyes never leaving Freddie
Caught off guard Ellen stuttered out a reply "I…we…we don't know what happened, he was brought in by some guy and he only says he was told to bring him here by someone called Pam Puckett and that she'll explain everything when she gets here" Ellen paused to see if Marissa would react but she kept stroking Freddie's hair. "I called the police and they should be here soon"
"Pam is Sam's mom but-"
Marissa wasn't able to continue as Freddie began to stir under her touch, watching his eyes flutter open Marissa couldn't stop a small smile making its way to her face. Freddie looked about the room in a daze as all he could see were blurs but his vision soon cleared and his eyes focused, looking to the source of the loving touch Freddie smiled as he saw his mother looking at him with worried eyes and a loving smile. Freddie's smile fell as he remembered what happened and looking about the room he realized he was in hospital.
"Sam?" he questioned almost involuntarily and tried to sit up but a sharp pain stopped his progress
"Shhh…hey don't try to move you have fractured ribs, it would be best to remain as still as you can" Ellen said coming up on the other side of his bed, opposite Marissa.
"Who did this to you Freddie?" Marissa asked sending a dark glare at Ellen
Freddie wasn't able to answer as a nurse came into the room announcing that a Ms Puckett had arrived, to which Marissa told her fellow nurse to let he through and direct her to their room. The three occupants of the room waited tensely for Pam who instantly stiffened as soon as she entered the room.
"So I guess Freddie's told you what happened then?" Pam said hesitantly
"No but I've got a few ideas and all of them point to Sam being responsible for this" Marissa said angrily
"Marissa calm down-" Ellen said trying to diffuse the situation but was cut off
"Fuck you Ellen you were supposed to be looking after him and now look at him" Marissa fired at Ellen sending a glare at her before turning back to Pam
"As if he would have been better in you're hands" Ellen jabbed at Marissa though knowing Marissa was right.
"That's enough" Freddie shouted hoarsely before wincing and laying his hand on his rib cage, he was all too conscious about the other woman in the room and he didn't want them letting something slip that could make the situation worse.
Marissa's temper was about to hit the roof but when she heard Freddie wince in pain it drained out of her and she let her attention fall on him; making sure he was ok. After five minutes of Freddie trying to convince his mother he was ok and that it only hurt for a moment did the conversation return to what had happened to him, Pam was about to speak when Freddie spoke.
"It was an accident" Freddie said meeting Pam's eyes
"What happened?" Marissa asked again wanting elaboration if she was to believe it was an accident
"I broke up with Carly and I was feeling really emotional and couldn't sleep so I went for a morning run and ended up at Sam's house. I decided I'd say 'hi' or at least I thought I did but when I was with Sam I started forcing myself on her but she stopped me and ran upstairs in an attempt to escape me. I ran after her and caught her at the top of the stairs and tried to apologize but I guess she thought I was forcing myself on her again because she gave me a light shove. I was at the edge of the top of the stairs and as I tried to get my balance I ended up falling face first down the stairs and that's all I remember"
"You can't expect us to believe that" Ellen said incredulously
"She's right Freddie I know you and I know you wouldn't force yourself on anybody, you don't have to protect Sam if she did this to you"
"I'm not lying, right Ms Puckett?"
"Ah...Yeah that's right he fell down the stairs, we found Sam hysterical next to him, I think she thought he was dead but then I got my …friend to drive Freddie here where I knew you'd be, while I calmed Sam down enough to know that she was ok"
"You're lying you bitch" Marissa said about to rise from her chair but Freddie caught her wrist and gave her a stern look that made her panties wet
"Mom Sam has been one of my best friends for years, I know she can act violent sometimes…ok all the time but she would never do this to me intentionally and you know that, if you want someone to blame, blame me I screw everything up"
"Freddie" Marissa said in a low tone turning to look at him not knowing what to say to her son but stroked his hair gently
"If this is true I imagine you're daughter must be shook up is she ok" Ellen inquired turning away from Freddie and Marissa with distaste
"She's fine but still a bit shook up, and she wanted to know if Freddie was going to be ok"
"Freddie will be fine in a couple of weeks but he'll be in hospital until then, he was lucky he didn't break his neck"
"I'm sorry for what I said I was just concerned for Freddie" Marissa said turning away from Freddie.
"No apology necessary I get what its like when it comes to mothers and their children" Pam said with a thankful smile as she met Freddie's eyes before leaving the room.
After watching the woman leave Ellen turned her attention to the Bensons and watched as Marissa lovingly stroked Freddie's hair, Ellen averted her eyes as she wasn't sure if it was motherly or Marissa's sick side rearing its filthy head as soon as it had contact with its desire. Unable to bare anymore Ellen broke the silence that had accumulated since Pam had left.
"Freddie's going to be ok Marissa I think we should leave now and let him rest, I'll let the nurses know he's high priority so he'll be taken care off" Elle tried to speak as casually as she could
"No I'm not leaving his side"
"I'm sorry but I can't trust you Mari, so please leave"
"You can trust me the shrink did he said you can let Freddie live with me now, I'm better now and all I want is to just sit here at his side ok, he can stay with you when he gets out if you want but, just let me sit here and let me be with my son"
Taken aback by the revelation Ellen tried to reply but the puppy dog looks she was getting from the two occupants in the room kept her mouth shut and she silently made her way out of the room saying she would be back to check on Freddie in a little while. When Ellen exited the room Marissa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, letting a smile make its way to her face Marissa turned back to Freddie with a warm smile. Freddie looked at his mother's eyes and he knew that she was ok and that everything would be alright, bringing his hand up and laying it at his side Freddie closed his eyes feeling somnolent from the drugs but content as his mothers' hand inter-locked with his.
T.B.C
A.N: Reviews are always welcome, and for any mistakes let me know and I'll fix em right up.
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