Author's Note: Slightly late update. I apologize. I named this chapter "lots of words" because it was originally "untitled" because I couldn't think of a chapter name. But seriously, who cares about title names? As far as anyone cares, this is "Chapter Ten".

Title: My Hate Isn't Hate (Your Love Isn't Love Sequel)

Chapter Ten: Lots of Words.

The jumble of voices in the distance. The sound of a slight sob. A faint beeping.

Freddie opened his eyes slowly and let out a deep sigh. "Back here again..." He looked around and noticed his mother and the Shay siblings gathered around his bed. "Hey guys," Freddie croaked, smiling weakly.

"Freddie! Thank goodness you're alright!" cried Ms. Benson as she glomped Freddie's sore body. She sobbed tears into Freddie's hospital gown but was really just glad he was alright.

"Oh gosh, Mom- I'm fine... I think." Freddie felt around his torso and felt bruises here and there. He tried to shift his head to look around the room but realized he couldn't. "What's this?" he motioned with his eyes, trying to look down.

"A neck brace, dear." Ms. Benson explained. "You suffered some whiplash from the accident."

"Accident?"

Ms. Benson stepped back as she gestured to Carly and Spencer. "You were driving your car and ended up crashing. You were only a few blocks away from Spencer's art gallery and Carly was there so the two called me after the paramedics took you away."

Freddie scratched at his neck brace. "When can I take it off? It's really uncomfortable."

"Doctors say probably tomorrow- You need to do exercises and physical therapy for it to heal correctly." Carly spoke. She took this opportunity of speech to question Freddie. "Freddie, what was going through your head when you did all this?"

"Well-"

Carly cut Freddie off. "The police are threatening to throw you in jail, Freddie!"

"J-Jail?" Freddie stuttered.

"The cops said it's either jail time, fines, or community service or even a combination of the three. They also said as soon as you're conscious and coherent that you need to start talking."

Freddie breathed in deep and let out a heavy sigh. "I was drunk."
"Well, obviously," chuckled Spencer. "You were doing some pretty heavy drunken mumbling even when the paramedics were trying to get you out of your car..."

Carly stopped her joking brother. "Not now, Spencer."

Spencer ignored Carly's warning. "No, seriously- You kept asking for Sam and rambling on and on, telling her to 'come back'."

Freddie's eyes grew wide as he realized what Spencer was talking about. "Sam! Where's Sam?" He panicked as he looked aimlessly around the room but did not see anyone else in the room.

"She's not answering her phone." Carly responded. "I tried calling her dozens of times but it goes to voicemail each time. I wanted to ask you about that, too- Where is Sam and why isn't she answering her phone? You might've been drunk but there's a reason why you were calling for Sam to 'come back'."

Freddie groaned out of frustration. He would have to tell them eventually- Even if he didn't he knew Sam would. He started his story from the beginning, "Since I was 17 I've been meeting Richard at the King County Prison, asking about Sam's mom's whereabouts. He broke out of prison and well..."

"Sam!" the double doors of the hospital slammed open as Sam's twin sister bolted through. She quickly ran to Sam and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I got on the earliest flight available as soon as I heard... How is she?"

"ICU," Sam answered.

Melanie let go of her sister and looked into her eyes. They seemed sad but at the same time not quite devastated. Almost like she wasn't really there. "And how are you doing, Sam? I haven't seen you in a while..."

Sam just shrugged her shoulders and half-chuckled. "Fine, I guess. Feels like my life is spiraling out of control, though."

Melanie just looked longingly at her twin sister and pulled her by the hand. "C'mon. Let's go catch up in the cafeteria."

"Well... I do like to eat."

Melanie walked hand-in-hand with her sister, slowly making their way

"So what's been up with you, Sammy?" Melanie asked endearingly.

Sam just half-shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing where to start. There was so many things she could tell her sister about, so many were on her mind.

"How's school?" Melanie tried to ask, hoping to start a conversation.

"Fine."

"And how's work?" Melanie tried again, hoping to open her sister up.

"Fine."

"How about Freddie?"

Sam stopped and tried to think of an adequate word to sum up her current relationship status with Freddie. "Not fine."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, to sum everything up: Freddie made a deal with our father that he would trade a bunch of money for the location of our supposedly-not-dead mother. He ended up lying to me about it and didn't pay a bunch of the bills."

Melanie stopped in her tracks and blinked as she stared blankly. She tried to grasp the concept of the story Sam was telling her. "So the only reason why Mom showed up on your doorstep was because Freddie gave our dad some money?"

Sam nodded. The both were about to start their pace again but Sam stopped.

Melanie looked back at her sister with concerned eyes. "What's wrong, Sam?"

"Sam," a male voice called out from down the hall.

"No," Sam started to say, taking a few steps back.
"Sam, wait," the man walked up to the two sisters as Sam slunk behind her sister, slightly afraid. "I wanted to apologize for the other night."

"What did Spencer do to you the other night?" Melanie interrupted, looking back and forth between the older man and Sam.

Sam glared at Spencer, remembering what happened the other night at the art studio. "He kissed me. When I was at the art studio painting."

Spencer shook his head, "I'm sorry, Sam. I... I let my feelings get the best of me."
"What are you doing here anyway?" Sam spat.

"You mean you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Freddie got into an accident. He's here in the hospital."

"Yeah, he called after I threw the money out and then he threatened to go after Sam and her mom." Freddie stated.
"So he was near your apartment?" the police officer holding a voice recorder asked, as another took down notes.

"I assume so. He took the money and told me it was all there, so he must've been there to count it. Did he show up at Sam's old place? I called the police but I don't know what happened..."

"I talked with the officers that responded to your call," the officer started saying. "He ran off and he managed to escape."

Freddie looked disappointed. "Oh."
"But we did manage to get Pam Puckett out of-" A knock at the door disturbed the questioning and the officers looked between each other.

"Freddie?" Spencer called out, peeking his head through the door. "I got someone that wants to see you."

"We'll probably have more questions and information for you once we figure everything out," the officer said, as he led his partner outside. Spencer entered with the two sisters following behind.

"S-Sam..." Freddie spoke out, glad to see the blonde. "Are you alright? You aren't hurt, are you?"

Sam shook her head and spoke softly, "No, I'm not hurt. You look like you're hurting, though."

Freddie smiled coyly tried to shrug his shoulders. "I'm doing alright. It's not like I got shot again."

Sam smiled out of relief and put her hand on top of Freddie's. "You idiot," she said softly, her smile still lingering.

"I'm just glad you're alright. So was all my effort even worth it? Did Richard keep his end of the deal?" Freddie asked. "Your mom- Is she..?"

Sam smiled and sighed. "She's doing alright for now, I guess. The doctors are running tests but she's in ICU right now. They don't know exactly what's wrong with her yet."

Author's Note: cutting this chapter a little short, I figure I should give you guys SOMETHING before I put this off for another week...

Sorry for the extended wait but I've been writing out the story and it took me three weeks but I finally settled on an ending (I had multiple choices for the ending I wanted), and I think you guys are gonna like the ending. :)

Just a heads up, but there will probably be about two or three (possibly four) more chapters then it's THE END (dun dun dun...)

as always, thank you guys so much for reading and reviewing; your kind words mean alot to me :)