Chapter 15 (Freddie's POV)

My hand throbbed at my side. I shouldn't have punched the lamp but it was like I didn't have control of my actions anymore. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about that little girl. She was just like me - apart from the whole fugitive thing.

One question kept popping into my mind: could I kill again? I didn't know. Killing Nevel was easy when I thought about what he did to my mother. But I wasn't thinking when I shot that woman.

Spencer had said we made about two million bucks. That was double the pay each of us would get. My head was spinning. I saw my shotgun lying next to my foot. I picked it up and pointed it to my head. If I killed myself, I wouldn't make anyone else suffer. I shut my eyes and was going to pull the trigger on the count of five.

One...Two...Three...Four..."STOP!" Sam grabbed the gun and took the bullets out. "What the hell are you doing?"

I shrugged. "If I kill myself, I wouldn't hurt anyone else."

Sam looked like she wanted to punch me. She pursed her lips. "What about Carly and Spencer? What about me? Do you think I wouldn't care if you died? Did you ever think how it would effect any of your friends?"

"No," I admitted.

Sam slapped me as tears rolled down her cheeks. My face was stinging. "Don't ever do that again," Sam said.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Sam leaned the shotgun against the wall. Her eyes looked hurt. Sam knelt in front of me. "Just don't do that again," she told me.

I put my hand on her cheek. "I'm sorry. Really. I won't do it again. I wasn't thinking."

Tears formed in her eyes. She buried her face in my chest. I ran my hand over Sam's curly blonde hair. Why hadn't I thought about Sam when I was about to kill myself?

The next morning, I went downstairs and didn't see the look alikes or Gibby anywhere. Spencer was working on something. "Hey, Spence, what are you making?" I asked.

"Godzilla," Spencer said.

"Cool. Where are Malese, Annie, Gabriel, and Gibby?"

"Their parents wanted them home." Spencer continued on his sculpture of Godzilla. "They said last night that they would drop by today."

I walked over to the counter and got a Life Bar. Carly and Sam came down the steps. "Morning, guys," Carly smiled brightly.

My eyes shoot toward Sam. Had she told them about my attempted suicide last night? Sam smiled weakly at me and flopped on the couch. Carly leaned over the counter. "Freddie," she hissed.

I stopped chewing my Life Bar and looked at her. "Hm?"

"Sam has been acting weird since last night, what's up?" Carly whispered.

I shrugged. "How should I know?"

"Well, you are her boyfriend," Carly mumbled.

"Okay, then, I'm sorry, Carly, I don't know." I ate more of my Life Bar.

Carly cracked a smile. "What happened to our old dorky, tech nerd?"

"He went to jail," I frowned.

Carly walked over to Sam and sat down. There was a knock on the door. Carly scrambled to the door and looked out the peephole. "Cops," she mouthed to me.

"Back to the air vent," I muttered.

Spencer had already opened the vent. I climbed in and Spencer put the vent back on. Detective Grant was at the door. "Good morning, Miss Shay," he smiled. "May I come in?"

"Be my guest." Carly stepped aside.

The Detective came in and looked around. "Have you seen Mr. Benson?" he asked.

"Detective, why would we have seen him? He's a wanted fugitive on the run," Carly said.

"Yes, well, since you have not seen the news this morning, Mr. Benson has robbed a Fifth Third Bank. Not that far away from here, I believe," Detective Grant told Carly.

"I just woke up so I haven't had a chance to watch TV yet." Carly shrugged.

"I see," the Detective said. He looked at Sam who was, now, eating a frozen hot dog. Detective Grant rose an eye brow. "Weren't you here last time I stopped by?"

Sam chewed on the hot dog and frowned at him. "I sleep over a lot. Is that a problem?"

"No, no. Do you have problems at home?" Detective Grant asked.

"You're kinda nosy. And no. I just like it here is all. I just don't feel like meeting my mother's five minutes boyfriends," Sam said.

"Mr. Shay," Grant said in an annoyed voice.

"Hm?" Spencer looked up from his Godzilla.

"I hear you have bought a shotgun. What for?" the Detective asked.

"What? You looked up what I've bought in the past week? Sam's right you're nosy. It was for protection. I don't want Freddie coming here and thinking that he can just come in and ask for money or something," Spencer lied.

"Hm," the Detective sighed. "Strange that a few days after you bought a shotgun, Mr. Benson was able to rob a bank."

"What are you saying, Detective? That you think we're keeping Freddie here?" Carly asked.

The Detective looked at Carly. "That is exactly what I think. I think that you and your friend here," he pointed to Sam. "Are the ones that took Benson to Grey, Indiana to stay with Nora Dirshlett. Then when Samantha and Benson were spotted they escaped into the woods and somehow got aboard a plane and flew here - where you've been hiding them."

Sam stood up and poked the Detective's chest. "What's your problem? How many damn times are we going to have to tell you? Freddie. Benson. Is. Not. Here. How should we know where he is? Like, we would help a fugitive, please!"

"Detective, that's an interesting story, but it's not true and I think you've over stayed your welcome," Carly said.

The Detective smiled, though I could tell he was pissed. "I see. Good-bye. Have a nice day."

He left and Carly shut and locked the door behind him. Sam and Spencer pulled me out of the vent. Paint got all over my t-shirt from Spencer's hands. "Carly, I gotta say, you're getting better at lying," I laughed.

"Thanks," she smiled.

Spencer went back to his Godzilla and Carly began pouring some cereal. Sam pursed her lips and put her hand on her hips. She looked worried. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I whispered.

Sam nodded and we went up stairs to the iCarly studio. I shut the door and looked at Sam. "So why didn't you tell them?" I asked.

"Tell them about what?" Sam was playing dumb.

"About my...'attempted suicide'," I said.

"What? Did you want me to?" Sam growled.

"No - "

"If I had told them, Carly and Spencer would have never looked at you the same again. They'd probably think you'd commit suicide when they weren't home or something. I didn't want them to think you were a suicidal freak," Sam explained. "I'll be downstairs."

I grabbed her wrist before she could leave. "Thank you."

"It's no problem," she smiled weakly.

I let go of her wrist and she opened the studio door. "Sam, wait." I shut the studio door.

She turned around to me. "Freddie, you're kinda pinning me to the door. Please, let go."

"I...I don't want you to think I'm suicidal. I wasn't thinking. Right now, I'm just a little confused. I really am sorry...and I won't do it again," I told her.

"Alright, I get it," she said.

I kissed her. But she didn't kiss me back. Sam put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me back a little. I starred into her bright blue eyes.

Then she smiled. "See this in the moment in soap operas that everyone hates. This is when the viewers think that the girl is just being stupid and should forgive him so the show doesn't waste a whole season on the boy and girl getting back together."

I laughed at that. Sam grabbed my shirt and kissed me. She buried her hands in my hair. I smiled into the kiss. She was so right about soap operas.

"Sam! Freddie! The look alikes are here!" Carly called.

Sam broke the kiss and grabbed my hand. "Come on."

"Wait. Just for the record you're not mad at me anymore?" I asked.

"Freddie, no matter how hard I try, I can't stay mad at you. So no. I'm not mad at you anymore," Sam smiled brightly at me.

Malese, Annie, Gabriel, and Gibby were standing in the kitchen. Sam was still holding my hand. It was a little weird because we'd never held hands or anything in front of Carly or Spencer. Annie raised an eye brow at Sam.

"Hey, Gibby isn't a look alike," Sam pointed out.

"How do you know I'm the real Gibby?" Gibby asked.

"What's a hundred and five plus twenty?" Sam questioned.

"Seven!" Gibby cried out.

"Yep, you're the real Gibby," Carly laughed.

"So where are we robbing next? And where's our share?" Malese skipped right to the point.

Spencer pulled out stacks of bills from under the sink. He pushed the first stack to Gabriel, the second to Annie, and the third to Malese. Then gave me the fourth stack. Everyone looked at me. "What?" I said.

"Well, you're the leader of this 'team'. What bank are we robbing next?" Gabriel asked.

"Actually, I think we should get some more guns first. Like, enough for everybody." I shrugged.

I didn't see the bag behind Annie. She put it on the table and pulled five guns out. There were two shotguns and a pistol. I didn't know what the other two were.

Gabriel picked one of the smaller guns up. "This is a TT-33." Then he picked up the other two guns I didn't recognize. "These are Mini Uzis. Gangs usually use them."

"Uh...Where did you guys get those?" I asked.

"Stole them last night." Annie shrugged.

Oh, yes. I could totally work with these people.

Author's note: Yes, ladies and gentlemen! Freddie is suicidal! I'm just kidding. Freddie will not commit suicide. Oh, and uh, if you haven't seen Public Enemies with Johnny Depp, you should watch it because it's awesome. And that movie is how I got this idea.

Don't you guys hate when your favorite TV shows have two characters break then it takes a whole season for them to get over themselves and get back together? Well, I do. So I decided not to make Freddie and Sam break up. Partly because I'm too lazy to write a thousands chapters on how they get back together.

Once again, I am not a gun person. But hey, if you play Resident Evil games you might as well know what you're shooting, right? I love my Mini Uzi on Resident Evil: the Darkside Chronicles! It's so helpful! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Later!

-Angel of Darkness1337

P.S. I don't know how far along this story will be by the time school starts because I'm kinda ahead in chapters...but i start school on August 25. So I will try my best to update.