Thanks for the reviews: MiMiShiku, cruailsama, Hotcutii3, amylove15, Chelsfanfiction, nleslie, SweetAboutMex3! Here's Chapter 2. I hope it's satisfying! Enjoy!

iThought They Cared

2

After Spencer's "fun" Sam quietly walked back up stairs slowly pacing herself, not wanting to cause anymore pain to her already aching body. When she made it up to Carly's room she slid into bed next to Carly. Every time Carly touched her when she tossed and turned in her sleep Sam flinched. Soon she got up and took her pillow and covers and got into the car across the room.

Even though Carly wasn't in the car to keep her awake with her kicking, Sam couldn't force herself to fall asleep. She was too busy thinking about what Spencer had told her when he was finished with her.

"Remember Sam, I love you. You know what we have to do right?" he said still lying on top of her. Sam lay under him debating on if she was supposed to answer that question or not. She didn't. "We can't tell anyone we did this. No Freddie. Not even Carly. We can't risk hurting our relationship. We love each other, right?" he said climbing off of her. Sam quickly retrieved her clothes from the floor and exited the room Leaving Spencer standing alone looking quite pleased with himself.

We? What did he mean 'we'? Sam thought. I said no. I told him no. A tear escaped from her eye. What relationship? I don't love him. Not anymore. He hurt me…badly. He wouldn't listen to me. I don't love him. Sam continued to think about the event that had happened a mere hour ago. The event that made her want to curl up in a ball and away to another world. Her own world. Where she could be as tough as ever no one would be able to hurt her. But even if she could do that she knew that reality would come rushing back sooner or later.

She stood up and climbed out of the car with her blanket still wrapped around her and looked at the clock. '7:00 a.m.' it read. Carly was still asleep. Sam walked quietly to the steps and started down them. She went into the living room. Freddie was still asleep. How could he sleep so hard? She crept passed him and located her suitcase which was right next to his. She opened it and pulled out her underwear, baggy cargo pants and a black tank top. Sam closed hers and opened Freddie's taking out his black hoodie with "SLASH" written across it and a picture of his top hat under the name. She didn't bother closing his suitcase back. She just gathered the clothing and headed to Carly's shower.

She stepped into the shower bare. She squirted the body wash on her pouf and began to scrub. Harder and harder. She wanted that feeling to go away. That dirty feeling. But most of all she wanted him to go away. Sam knew that Spencer would act like nothing happened. That's not what's eating her though. She knew she had to do the same. Not because of their relationship—there was no relationship—but because she didn't want to lose Freddie and Carly. Spencer was such a 'great guy' in their eyes. There's no way they'd believe her if she told them.

Sam stopped scrubbing her now red skin thinking "It's not working!" She dropped her pouf and slid down the wall of the shower burying her knees into her chest. She allowed her hair to make friends with her face and the water with her tears. Soon the shower spat cold water. She turned the water off and got out of the shower. After she dried herself off she put on her clothes and stared into the mirror. It was a little wet and foggy from the steam that had hit it earlier. Sam dried the mirror with her towel and let it drop to the floor. As she stared at the reflection in the mirror she began talking to herself.

"Look at you. You're weak. How could you let him do this? I though you were tough but you're n—," She was cut off by the sound of knocking on the door.

"Sam are you okay?"

"Carls. I'm fine."

She picked up Freddie's hoodie and quickly threw it on. The waist of the hoodie stopped at her knees. 'Perfect' she thought. She opened the door to see Carly. She brushed passed her without a word.

"Well, good morning to you too." Carly said annoyed.

Sam grabbed her cell phone and went downstairs into the kitchen to see Freddie eating some Cocoa Puffs.

"Oh, there's my hoodie." He stood when he saw her and went in for a hug but the only thing he caught in his arms was air. Sam backed away from him. Freddie didn't make much of it. He just thought it was because her was a little wet. He shrugged it off and sat back down. Sam sat on the opposite side of the table. She usually sat next to Freddie and Carly and Spencer sat on the other side. Freddie slid the cereal box and a bowl across the table to Sam. For the first time in a long time Sam wasn't hungry. But she couldn't let Freddie know that. Then he'd know something was up.

"Do you want it back?" she asked pouring the cereal into her bowl.

"What the box?"

"No, you ner—," she stopped herself. She was already hurting she couldn't take insulting Freddie. "Do you want your hoodie back?"

"Nah, it's okay. You can wear it." he said with a little smile.

Carly came down the stairs on the phone with Sean as usual. Sam couldn't stand Sean. He was such a pig. He'd be all over Carly like she's a piece of meat and he was a pitbull that hadn't eaten in two weeks. And when he wasn't doing that he'd always be gazing at other girls bodies. He even touches them when Carly's not around. Including Sam but, of course she read him his rights when he did.

Why couldn't she have done that with Spencer she thought.

Carly walked passed Freddie and got the milk out of the refridgerator.

"Well, good morning to you too." Freddie said. Carly ignored him and sat down next to Sam.

"Aww, that's so sweet!...No, I love you more...I love you more," Carly playfully argued with Sean. Freddie was getting annoyed again.

"Carly, we're eating! No one wants to hear you two, it's gross!" he yelled.

"Shut up, Fred-dork." Carly spat back.

"Ooh nice comeback, Princess."

"Sean says back off before he comes over here and kicks your ass!"

"Tell your jerk of a boyfriend that no one cares if he's the captain of the basket ball team. You're no threat to me."

Sam just watched as the two argued back and forth but soon enough the commotion disappeared and there was an akward silence among them. Carly wasn't on the phone with Sean. Freddie was playing in his cereal before he broke the silence.

"Hey, where's Spencer?" he asked.

"He's still asleep. He probably stayed up all night fixing that sculpture." Carly replied. Sam immediately started to choke on her food because of Carly's answer.

Freddie hopped out of his seat and tried to pat Sam on her back but, she flinched away. She took a deep breath. She wasn't choking anymore.

"Sam are you okay?" Freddie and Carly said in unison.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm okay." But she wasn't The ruth was eating up inside. 'He wasn't fixing a sculpture. I was there. I know.' she thought.

"Are you sure?" Carly asked passing her a cup of water.

Sam simply nodded her head and sipped some water before taking another deep breath. She looked up at the clock on the wall. '8:23' it read.

The day was going to go by slowly.

"Uh, I just need some air." She said

"Want some company?" Freddie asked

"No thanks. I'll be fine. Be back in a minute." Sam put on her black Chuck Taylor's and headed out the door.

Sam sat on the steps of the apartment staring into the sky. Her mom always told her not to do that. It was too much light she said. But then what does she know. Like she actually cared about Sam. If she did she pay more attention her. Say 'I love you' every once in a while. That's all.

Sam's gaze was inturrupted by her phone ringing. 'Mom'. She answered.

"Hello."

"Hey, baby, guess who's coming home?"

"Who mom? It it Johnny?"

"Oh, heavens no. It's your dad, baby. Daddy's coming home!" Sam's eye's widened

"Why do you sound so damn happy about that?"

"He's changed. Give me one reason why I shouldn't let him back in."

"I can give you two! 1. He's a drunk. 2. He used to beat you! Hell, he even hit me."

"Samantha you know he only hit you once. And it wasn't anything major."

"Mom, are you hearing yourself?!"

"Sam, just please, give him another chance. You need a father!"

"Yeah you're right. I do need a father. But he's not one."

"..." her mother was lost for words.

"Fine, alright. I'll give him another chance, Whatever." Sam hung up.

Sam stood up to go back through the doors but stopped when she saw Freddie leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

"Want to talk?" he asked pushing himself off the wall and walking toward her.

"Not really." She said backing away and sitting back on the steps. Freddie sat down on the step above her. He put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her only to make her flinch again.

"I just heard you on the phone with your mom. It is something."

"No it's not."

"Sam you know you can talk to me about anything."

"I know." She was crying.

"Then just tell me what's wrong."

"I can't."

"Why not? Will you get in trouble if you do or something?" he asked concerned.

"I don't kn—Freddie I can't! I just can't tell you! So leave me alone....Please!" Sam was crying even harder now.

Freddie didn't know if he was suppose to give her a hug or just do want she said and leave her alone. So he just sat there as Sam burried her face in her knees and tried to force herself to stop crying.

A/N: I know it's not that much longer than Chapter 1 but I've been burried in school work and I've been getting a little sick from the weather changing. Still review!

——TJ