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Sam Shay woke up on the bathroom floor to a pounding headache. Mrs. Benson had gone home awhile ago with Mattie and Beth, so Freddie had come back over and stayed. Because of her concussion, he had woken up every two hours.

"Can I come in?" Carly questioned. She was worried about her sister-in-law, despite her own grief.

"No," Sam replied. She didn't want to see anyone. Sam didn't want to face the real world yet.

"You're going to need to come out sometime," Carly pointed out. Sam was starting to annoy her, and she didn't know why. Sam never annoyed her to this extent.

"I know that!" Sam was already tired of Carly, Freddie, and Mrs. Benson bothering her. Nobody understood what she was going through, and they never would.

"I miss him too, Sam, but you can't hide yourself away." Carly desperately wanted to hide herself, but she knew that wasn't an option.

"I can do whatever I want, Carly." Sam hoped that she could continue to believe that, but it was really hard.

"Fine!" Do whatever you want. I don't care." Carly walked away and decided to take a shower in Marissa's apartment. Her apartment was being used a lot now.

"What's wrong?" asked Marissa. She desperately wished Sam still wasn't in the bathroom. She needed to get out of there.

"Sam won't come out and I want my brother back!" Carly wailed. She bolted into Marissa's arms for a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Baby. I can't bring Spencer back. I know you're hurting, and I'll always be here for you," Marissa soothed. She led Carly to the couch and began rocking her back and forth.

"I don't want him to be dead," Carly sobbed. Spencer shouldn't be dead. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Marissa tried not to cry. "I know you don't, Baby. If I could bring him back for you, Sam, and Freddie, I wouldn't hesitate."

Carly continued to sob. "Thanks to trying to help me." She really appreciated it.

"You're welcome," Marissa replied. She hoped she was helping out, because everyone needed her.

Freddie entered the apartment. "Hey," he told his mom and best friend. Freddie noticed Carly crying and went over to her.

"Will you call my stupid ex-husband for me? He needs to know about Spencer." Carly had hoped to never hear from him again, but it wasn't meant to be.

Freddie nodded. "Of course I will, Carls. Don't worry about him right now." He dreaded talking to the jerk, but this was important.

"Robert's number is on my cell," she told him. Carly had kept it for no apparent reason. Now she was glad to have it.

"I'll be right back," Freddie promised. He hated leaving her alone, but this was going to be a hard call. Carly didn't need to be there for that.

"You're such a great friend," Carly murmured. She loved Freddie so much.

"Thanks, Carls. You're a great friend too." Freddie stood up and hugged his best friend. He had a feeling he was going to hug Sam and Carly several times in the next few weeks.

"Hurry back!" Carly called right before Freddie left. She didn't want Freddie out of her sight for too long. What if he died like Spencer had? That was not acceptable.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Freddie walked out with Carly's cell phone and dialed the number.

"Carly, why are you calling?" Robert asked. He had never expected to hear from his ex-wife again. They hadn't talked since the divorce had been finalized.

"This is Freddie. I'm calling to tell you that Spencer was killed in a car accident yesterday. The funeral's tomorrow," he explained. Freddie hoped that Robert wouldn't come, but he doubted it.

There was silence on the other end of the line. "Tell Carly I'm so sorry. Unfortunately, I have to work. I'd bring my fiancé if I could go, but that's not going to happen." Robert hug up. He hated Spencer so much and refused to attend the funeral.

Freddie glared at Carly's phone. "So glad divorced you," he muttered. Freddie went back inside to find Carly crying again.

"Bring him back. I want my brother alive again," Carly sobbed. She knew Freddie could make this better. He always did. That was just in his nature.

"Carly, you know he can't come back. I'm sad too." Freddie joined his friend and mom on the couch and grabbed Carly's hand.

"Don't leave me," Carly pleaded. She couldn't remember life without Freddie. He had been with her (and Sam) through a lot.

"I'm never going to leave you." Freddie didn't want to leave Carly if he had a choice. She was his best friend.

"I don't think I can handle tomorrow," Carly cried. She didn't want to go to the funeral. That would make Spencer's death real.

"I don't think I can either," Freddie reluctantly admitted. Seeing Spencer in a casket was going to hurt.

And that was when Freddie lost it. He and Carly began to cry with each other.

The two best friends tried their best to comfort themselves, but it was too hard. Even Marissa was crying.

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Sam Shay woke up at 8:00 in the morning. She had been sleeping on and off the day before. Sam dreaded going to the funeral home. Today was going to suck.

"Get up and get ready now," Marissa ordered as she burst into the bathroom. She was determined to help the children a lot today.

"I don't wanna," Sam whined. Staying in the bathroom still seemed to be the best plan. She was going to stay in the bathroom for the rest of her life. That plan couldn't go wrong.

"Samantha," warned Marissa. She wasn't going to take any of Sam's excuses. Today was an important day that no one should miss.

"I don't have anything to wear," Sam tried. She didn't own any dresses, and that's what you wore to funerals. Thus, she couldn't go to the funeral. There was no flawed logic there.

"Nice try, Samantha. Carly's letting you borrow one of her outfits. You're not getting out of this, so don't even attempt it," Marissa warned her. She wasn't accepting anyone's excuses.

"I hate you!" Sam screamed through the door. She figured it was worth a shot, and might get Mrs. Benson to back off.

"That's not going to work, Miss Samantha. Go take a shower, clean yourself, and get dressed!" Marissa ordered.

Spencer's funeral was not going to go well, especially after Carly and Spencer's father showed up. No one knew that yet, although they all knew today was going to be a horrible day.