Hidden Behind My Secrets

Should I continue from this point?

He smiled sadly, "I don't know," he turned and ran towards the same alley way, where he was with his dad before. As soon as he was out of sight I pulled out my cell phone.

"Hello, Seattle police department,"

"Umm," I sighed deeply. "I'm good." I hung up and followed where Freddie went. (A/N: did tht make sense?) I reached the door and peered in through a nearby window. Suddenly a hand clasped over my mouth. I closed my eyes scared to know who I as facing.

"I didn't tell her anything!" I recognized Freddie's voice.

"Too bad since you don't know how to keep you mouth shut she's going to suffer because of it,"

"I didn't do anything," I frantically tried moving and saw Freddie in front of me.

"Leave Sam alone!" he tried running towards me and saw him get struck in the face causing him to fall backwards. I felt a sharp pain in my arm and saw a needle. Oh shit.

I tried saying something but it came out as a mumble.

"Sam!" Freddie got up and ran towards me. My eyes felt heavy so I closed them only hearing Freddie's shouts. I forced my eyes open only to see Freddie lying in the alley unconscious and me being dragged into a van. (A/N: Freddie is not dead.) I tired saying his name but it went black.

CONTINUED:

Freddie's POV:

I managed to keep my eyes slightly open as I watched my dad and his friend drag Sam into the van. I tried and struggled to get her back but that punch took a lot out of me. As the car flew into the distance, I stared blacking out. I dragged myself across the alley and got my cell phone that fell out of my pocket.

"Carly, help me," I managed to squeak out.

"Freddie, what happened? Where are you?"

"My dad got Sam," a few tears escaped my eyes. "Get Spencer, I think my dad is going to Canada," (A/N: Power to Canadians!)

"Where are you?" I could hear her sobs perfectly.

"I am fine, get Spencer, call the cops do something," I was going to say something else but I blacked out.

Carly's POV:

I started paniking after the phone call with Freddie. He didn't hang up so I was really worried.

"SPENCER!" I screeched. He came rushing down the stairs.

I managed to tell Spencer about the call with Freddie through my sobs. Spencer called the cops while I went to get Mrs. Benson.

"WHAT!" tears also escaped her eyes. Everything was too much to process. Sam was kidnapped by Freddie's dad for some reason and Freddie was somewhere, and something happened, he hangs up his phone. The cops came into the house to talk to Spencer and Mrs. Benson. I managed to escape and go look for Freddie. Yes I was scared, I had no idea where he would go but I took the risk.

"Freddie!" after the 100th time of me calling him there was no response what's so ever. Tears slid down my cheeks as I scanned every alley and every place this new Freddie might go into. When I was about to give up I glanced down the last alley when I saw a dark figure sprawled on the ground. I debated with myself; it could be Freddie or a hobo. I took another risk and stepped towards it.

It was Freddie; there was bruises on his face and some blood. He looked so lifeless. I called Spencer to tell them where I was. I grabbed a hold of Freddie and hugged him. He snapped his eyes open and stood up, as soon as he did he fell to the ground.

"Freddie!" he turned to face me. He had no emotion.

"Where is Sam?"

"Spencer and your mom is talking to the cops,"

"TALKING? Sam is somewhere in Canada being tortured and they are talking! I told you not to look for me look for Sam!"

"Freddie! Sorry I care for you, but you have to get to the hospital," I yelled back.

"No! Let's go," he grabbed my arm as he rubbed his head.

"Where?" I stopped causing him to fall backwards.

"Canada," he struggled to pull me forward and couldn't, "Stop being difficult!"

"No! We are going back to my place the cops will find her!"

"No! She'll be dead by that time!" tears escaped his eyes as he said this.

"Freddie," I placed my hand on his shoulder making him wince, "why are you so sure it's Sam she's strong,"

"Maybe she is, but my dad knows she's important to me so, he will make me pay for telling someone by hurting her," he sighed as more tears escaped his eyes. I stared back at him, he cared. I knew this was no time for lovey dovey stuff but it was sweet.

After a lot of struggling I pulled him into my apartment. Mrs. Benson's tears stopped for 1 second when she saw Freddie but, started again when she saw his condition.

"Freddie," she ran for a hug but, Freddie pushed her back.

"No physical contact, it hurts," I knew he was referring to the bruises, which probably covered every inch of his body.

"We need a plan top get Sam back," she stared off walking towards the kitchen.

"Whoa, Freddie that's great but you need to get the hospital you were unconscious in the middle of an alley. Plus the cops will handle it,"

"Screw cops, I 'm fine," he smirked at me. "Here's what we'll do."

(A/N: A plan, what did Freddie's devious mind come up with?)

Sam's POV:

I woke up in a dark room. I tried to spot some form of light but, there was none. I heared some voices and after concentrating hard on them I managed to hear them.

"She's the Sam chick right?"

"Yup, Freddie will come for sure now,"

"He will do all the dirty work and get the blame,"

"Win, win,"

What dirty work? I was freaking out internally but, I couldn't show the enemy. A door on the left opened reviling a light causing me to squirt the door slammed shut, so I only could hear footsteps and couldn't se a thing.

"Hello Sam," I knew that voice.

"Freddie's asshole dad, pleased to make your acquaintance," it took a lot of effort not to show fear and not make my voice not quiver.

"Feisty," I felt a sharp pain on the side of my cheek realising he slapped me. "I hate bitches like you," he whispered in my ear causing me to shiver. He lifted my chin, "Can't believe Freddie has a bitch like you as a friend," that hurt more than the slap. He dropped his hand and I heard footsteps leaving in the distance. I saw the bright light and the door slam shut. At that moment knowing that no one was around I cried. I was scared out of my mind. Freddie did try to help me but he was unconscious a thought flashed through my mind. What if Freddie was dead I didn't see what they did to him he was lying there, lifelessly. I cried harder. Freddie's dead, why did I follow him I should have told the cops at that moment not hang up. I should've called Carly. I cried myself until no more tears ran down my face; I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

Okay, that's the chapter, moving on from this point now thanx for input and I might not be able to update in a while just got an assignment in my Career's class and in my English class. From now own points of view will switch a lot mostly Freddie and Sam but, I'll add Carly at some points.

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