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Here is Chapter 5. Enjoy!!

iThought They Cared

Chapter 5

Freddie stood in Sam's room, face beet red, fists clenched closed and body trembling with rage. His little brown eyes burning with flames of love, pity, concern, and hate. All of those emotions were flaming for Sam. All except one. Hate. That one was for Spencer. The guy Freddie had looked up to once upon a time. The only man in his life after the death of his father. The only man that had meant something to him since then. The man that was a rapist. A fucking rapist! he thought.

"What. Did Spencer. Do. To you?" Freddie spat through clenched teeth after he received no answer to his previous question which had been the same as this one. He separated the words in the question as if he was trying to make sure she understood him.

Though Sam heard every word he had said to her, she still refused to answer. She was afraid. Afraid of the disdain radiating from Freddie's shaking body. Afraid of what he might do to Spencer. Afraid of what Spencer might do to Freddie. Afraid of what Spencer might do to her. She wasn't going to tell Freddie what had happened to her. You already know. I can tell you've figured it out by now. I won't provoke you to do something you'll regret later on. I won't do it.

Freddie turned his head in her direction. He would have made eye contact but Sam had her head down, pressed to her knees with her arms wrapped around them. He realized that she wasn't going to give him an answer. Freddie swiftly turned his body and headed for the door. Sam jumped up and went after him screaming at him to stop. He ran out of her bedroom and down the hall. But before he could make it through the threshold Freddie felt Sam's hand grab onto his arm pulling him away from the door.

"Freddie, you can't go there!" she yelled at him struggling to keep him in her grasp.

"What the hell do you mean I can't go there?!" he shouted turning only his head to look at her.

"I mean you CAN'T go there! He'll hurt you! He'll hurt me!"

"I'll be damned if I let him hurt you again Sam. I'm going to rip his fucking junk off. See how he likes it." Freddie replied pulling her with himself towards the knob.

"Freddie please!"

"Why should I not go?!" He snatched his arm from hers and Sam stumbled a bit from the force of it. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow his sick little brain out the back of his goddamn head, Sam! He...he...Ra...." he couldn't bring himself to say the 'R' word. "He violated you!"

"I know! Okay! I know what he did to me! You don't have to remind me!" she screamed.

"I'm sorry." He whispered stepping away from the door. He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. Freddie's eyes had filled with tears. He was crying. He couldn't stand the thought of someone touching Sam that way. The though of Spencer touching Sam that way. It made his stomach twist and turn.

He pulled his head up and raked his fingers along his cheeks to wipe away the tears. "You have to tell the police. If you don't want me to do anything, you have to tell them." I won't do anything. Yet.

"I can't."

"Yes. You can. Go to the hospital. Something."

"They're going to give me a Rape Kit." Sam said walking to sit on the couch on the opposite side of the room.

Freddie looked at her confused.

"I took a shower after it happened. Threw the clothes away." she continued, "They wouldn't find anything. Besides, even if I hadn't done that stuff it wouldn't matter because it happened like a month ago."

"A month?" Freddie pushed himself from the couch. His face steaming again. "Carly and I were there?! We were asleep when it happened! Hell, I was one room away! UGH!" he was crying again. Hysterically. "How dare he do something so...audacious...vile! IT MAKES ME SICK!" Why won't she let me do anything?!

Not wanting to continue the conversation Sam just watched as Freddie fell back onto the couch and cried his eyes out. She had never seen him so...so...Hell, wasn't even a description for how pained he looked. She teared up herself just looking at him. Freddie's loud sobbing shook her heart.

And for the second time they sat together crying like the world had ended. Only this time they weren't holding each other.

And for a second time they sat there for hours.

Hour One:
Loud sobbing, bodies shaking and constant tears.

Hour Two:
Frequent weeping and rocking back and forth, back and forth.

Hour Three:
Tear ducts overworked; eyes swollen and red.

Hour Four:
Sniffling and arms wrapped around upper body.

Hour Five:
Silence; asleep.

They had fallen asleep in the living room on the couches. Neither Sam nor Freddie had given thought to when Mr. and Mrs. Puckett would return. And they didn't care. Hell, Sam would be better off if they never came back. It's already like they're never there anyway. She'd be just fine with Freddie.

A/N: Now this is the shortest Chap of them all but it's here and I hope you all liked it!

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