Chapter 5 (Sam's POV)
I was laying on my bed watching Dinocroc on the Sci-Fy channel when someone knocked at my window. I knew it had to be Freddie. Just because he broke out of jail, (which was totally hot) didn't make me anymore less ticked off at him. I opened the window then shut it when Freddie was in. I flipped on my light. Freddie had sweat dripping off his forehead. I looked at his shoulder. The sight of his blood made me uncomfortably. "Hey, Sam," Freddie said.
"What'd you do to your shoulder?" I asked.
Freddie winced. "A helicopter was shooting at me; one of the bullets grazed my shoulder."
"You're lucky a damn bullet didn't go through your shoulder," I muttered. "Anyway, come on in the bathroom. We need to clean that."
Freddie followed me into the bathroom. He sat by the sink. As I searched the bathroom for something to clean his shoulder with, I noticed he didn't take his eyes off me. "Stop starring at me," I snapped.
"Sorry," Freddie smiled and looked anyway.
"I'll be right back," I told him.
I stumbled in the darkness until I found the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and looked for a bottle of wine. My mom offen had drinks with her "boyfriends" so our refrigerator was filled with alcohol. Honestly, I hated it when my mom drank, but I couldn't stop her from it. I grabbed one of my mom's bottles of wine and went back upstairs to the bathroom.
When I set the bottle of wine on the counter Freddie said, "Aw, man. That's going to sting."
"Don't be a baby." I rolled my eyes.
I got a towel out of the hall closet and opened the wine bottle. I poured some wine on it and dabbed Freddie shoulder. He winced and looked like he wanted to cry out. "W-Where's your mom?" he shivered.
"I thought she would be here tonight, but after you called she said she was going out and wouldn't be back until Friday," I told him.
"But it's Tuesday," he noted. "Your mom is leaving you for, like, three days?"
"She does it all the time; it's not a big deal." I finished dabbed Freddie's wound.
Freddie grabbed my wrist. "No, Sam, it sure as hell is not okay."
"Let go," I growled.
He studied me for a moment, then let go of my wrist. I found one of those giant band-aids shaped like squares. "Do you have any Neosporin?" Freddie asked me.
"Yeah, I think we do." I looked through the medicine cabinet.
When I found it, I put some on Freddie's finger. "What are you scared I have a disease or something?" Freddie teased.
"I'm not going to take any chances," I said.
"The Neosporin probably won't help much. I need stitches; do you know how to sow?" Freddie rubbed the Neosporin on his wound and put the band-aid on.
"What do I look like? An eighty year old woman?" I made a face at him.
"What-? No! I told you, I need stitches! It's not like I can go to the hospital," Freddie said.
"Well, I don't know how to sow," I muttered.
Carly could sow, but would she turn Freddie in if I called her and told her she needed to come over and give Freddie stitches? I didn't know with Carly. "Freddie, do you think Carly would turn you in?" I mumbled.
"No." Freddie shrugged.
"We can call her tomorrow, if you want," I said.
"Yeah, it would be nice if this wound healed," Freddie smiled.
I helped him down from the counter and we went back to my room. He sat on the edge of my bed. Mom's last boyfriend, like, "moved in" with us for a week, until Mom kicked him out. But when he left he forgot some of his clothes. I gave a pair of jeans and a Godzilla t-shirt to Freddie. "Where'd you get these? I doubt you went out and brought clothes for me," Freddie said.
"Mom's boyfriend moved in, then Mom kicked him out and he left some of his clothes here," I told him. "They should fit you. Her boyfriend was about as short as you are."
Freddie mumbled, "Bite me."
When he started taking off his jumpsuit I cried, "Hey! Wait till I'm out of the room! I don't need to see that!" I hurried out the door and heard Freddie laughing behind me.
It wasn't one minute when Freddie said, "Sam! Come here!"
"What?" I came back into my room.
"What would you like me to do with this?" Freddie held up a gun.
"Oh, my God! What the hell! You stole a gun?" I cried.
"We can talk about this later. Should I hide it in the closet or something?"
"Just put it in the dressed." I pointed to my wooden dressed.
After Freddie put the gun in my dresser, I noticed he had a six-pack. What is it with dorks having, like, six-packs? He much have seen me starring at him because he laughed. "What? I can't exercise?" I blushed and turned away from him. "Alright, my shirt is on now," Freddie chuckled.
I grabbed two Advil and a glass of water on my dresser and gave them to Freddie, "Here, they should make the pain stop or at least a little."
"Thanks."
He took the two Advil and drank all the water. I was about to turn the TV off, but Freddie grabbed my wrist. "What now, Fredweird?"
"I just wanted to say thanks for helping me, Sam. I don't think anyone else could of helped me better than you," Freddie told me.
"Yeah, it's no problem," I said. He almost kissed me, but I put a finger to his lips. "Don't kiss me," I warned. "I'm still mad at you."
Freddie looked at me and frowned. "Carly said you were pissed."
"Oh. I'm beyond pissed. Look, Freddie, I've been in juvie, before. But that was for attacking someone who annoyed me or stealing something stupid from a store. I never went to juvie or jail for murder."
Freddie was asleep an hour later. He told me I could keep the TV on so I didn't get bored. Dinocroc was almost over. Too bad. I loved watching the Sci-Fy channel's crappy graphics. I looked over at Freddie. He was kind of cute when he was sleeping. I still couldn't believe Freddie killed Nevel Papperman.
Well, I wasn't complaining. He was the single most annoying person on the planet. I hated Nevel to my very core. He was a horrible person that probably deserved that. But still, his murder took Freddie away from me. Just because Freddie broke out of jail (like I said before, HOT) doesn't make me not mad at him.
When Dinocroc was over, they had Wrong Turn on. Yeah, not a big fan of that movie. I thought it was creepy, weird, and totally gross. I flipped the TV on and fell asleep in my chair.
"Sam!" a voice hissed.
I opened my eyes. Then I saw the fugitive sitting on the edge of my bed. For a minute, I forgot that I was helping Freddie run from the cops. "What?" I rubbed my eyes.
"Are you going to call Carly? Or do you want me to and have her faint while I'm talking to her?" Freddie asked.
I pushed him back so he fell back on the bed. "You're stupid," I growled. "Where's the phone?"
Freddie handed the phone to me and I dialed Carly's number. It rang a few times before Carly answered. "Hey, Sam, what's up?" Carly said.
"Hey, can you come over today? Like now?" I asked her.
"Uh...Yeah, but why? Is something wrong?"
"My mom isn't going to be back until Friday, so I'm bored. Please?"
"Ugh. Fine. Only as long as we don't have to clean your room again."
"No, no. I cleaned it yesterday," I said.
"Alright, I'll be over in twenty minutes. Bye!" Carly told me.
"Later," I hung up.
Freddie looked at me. "Isn't she going to be mad when she finds out that you're not bored and your keeping a fugitive in your house?" he asked.
"No! Carly wouldn't rat you out...I hope."
I was nervous about Carly coming over. She could rat Freddie out then we would have to shoot her. Just kidding! The doorbell rang and I raced down to the door. Freddie stayed up in my room with the door shut. "Hey, Carly," I greeted.
"Hi, Sam," Carly smiled and came in.
We went up to my room. "This is the reason I called you over." I opened the door.
Freddie looked almost harmless. "Hi, Carly!"
"OH, MY G-" Before Carly could finish I pressed my hand against her mouth.
"Carly, you CAN NOT tell anybody. I mean it," I said firmly.
She nodded and I put my hand down. Just as I did, Carly screamed. Freddie jumped up and slammed her against the wall and pressed his hand to her mouth. "Carly!" I whined.
"You can't tell anybody," Freddie told her. "You can't scream either."
"We need your help, Carls. Freddie is hurt. He needs stitches. But I don't know how to sow," I explained. "Please, help him."
Freddie winced and let Carly go. He slumped to the ground and held his shoulder. I knelt down and helped him up. I helped him sit on my bed. Carly bit her lip. "Fine. I'll do it."
Carly went to the store an hour after she arrived. We had watched Shooter so we knew not to buy all the supplies we needed in one place. It would look strange. I gave Freddie two more Advil because the pain was starting to come back. He was starting to look like Edward in Twilight. That made me worry because he was getting sick. "The infection is starting to get worse," Freddie grunted. "Carly better hurry the hell up before I freaking die."
I flicked his forehead. "You're not going to die; you're just a little sick."
"Then why to I feel like I've got the Pledge?" he groaned.
I rolled my eyes. "Because by talking you're only making it worse."
"Hey, if you want me to leave-"
"No, no. It's fine," I said.
Freddie grinned and laid back on my bed. I wiped sweat off his forehead with a wet wash rag. I had to admit, I hated seeing Freddie so sick. Where was Carly? Freddie's breathing quickened. "Lay down on the pillows," I snapped. "Maybe if you go to sleep, Carly will be back by the time you wake up."
"Yeah, maybe," Freddie said.
He laid on the pillows and I covered him up with a blue penguin blanket. His body was shivering uncontrollably. I felt his forehead. It was burning up. I pulled my phone out and called Carly.
"Hello?"
"Carly, where are you? Freddie has a fever! He's burning up!"
"I'm just now got the last thing we needed and I'm heading back now."
"Good. I'll see you in a little bit." I hung up the phone.
Carly was there in fifth teen minutes. Freddie was asleep we decided to let him sleep a few hours before Carly sowed up his wound. Carly and I didn't talk much. So I thought about the dance when Freddie got arrested. At the time, I wasn't sure how I felt about him. But now I knew. I was totally and completely in love with him.
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-Angel of Darkness1337
p.s. All the movies that I mentioned, Dinocroc, Wrong Turn, and Shooter, I've seen them all except Wrong Turn. I thought it was stupid and really gross so I didn't finish watching it.