Sorry for the late update! I had to read it again and again just to make it right.
Here's Chapter 27!
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Chapter 27
Freddie's POV
There was an awkward silence in the air as we sipped our smoothies.
"So..." we started off again simultaneously.
No laughter. Just silence. She looked at me and it looked like she was looking for the right moment to say something.
"You go first." I offered
"I'm going to Carly's. How 'bout you?" Sam asked.
"Uhhh. I could walk with you there, I'm going home anyway." I replied.
Sam just nodded and got up. She went up to the door and threw her empty smoothie cup into the trash can.
I followed and threw my cup into the trash can and pushed the door open.
I turned around to look for Sam and I saw that she was already walking down the street and I had to jog to catch up with her.
"Wait up." I hollered.
She looked back but didn't stop.
"Why should I do that?" She hollered back.
I rolled my eyes to her reply.
I caught up to her and slowed down and soon enough I was already in-sync with her steps.
"So what are you and Carly up to today?" I asked.
"Well I don't know but it's none of your beeswa-" Sam answered but was cut off immediately by a person who dove into her and they crashed off the curb.
"SAM!" I shouted and ran toward her.
Sam was caught by the waist and was constrained in place.
"Get off me!" Sam shouted and started to elbow the person who caught her in the face.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I heard battle cry like shout and as I turned, I immediately felt pain seering through my side.
I was shoulder tackled and I was sent tumbling onto the concrete.
"Tell the boss that we have found them." one of the men shouted from behind me.
I immediately turned around and saw a man wearing a dirty ragged blue jacket turn around and started running toward the alleys.
Scanning the area quickly, I saw 3 men more running toward us.
"Freddie!" Sam shouted.
"Sam!" I struggled to get free but the man was determined to hold on for dear life.
Sam managed to elbow the man loose and was knocked out on the ground. As she got up she was slapped in the face by another man.
I have to get free. I looked at the arms around me and pried on his fingers off. I held the finger in place and bent it back as far as I could. The man yelped in pain and immediately retailated with a headbutt to my back. I held his finger again and bent it back until it snapped. The man howled in pain and immediately rolled over cradling his broken finger. I got up, backed up a bit and kicked him in the stomach but was cut off due to another shoulder tackle from one of the men.
Sam on the other hand is down on the ground on her knees and palms and another man was circling her waiting for her to get up.
Ignoring the pain from my side I got up and waited for my attacker to get up.
He was dressed in rags, tattered pants and a boot with a hole in the front showing his toes.
He got up and ran up to me with a fist cocked toward my face. I readied myself for the blow and swung my left hand to the left to parry the punch. I brought my left hand to the back of his head, my left foot took a step forward, I swung my torso to the left and my right elbow moving toward his jaw. I forced his head to meet my elbow and it made contact instantly knocking him out.
I looked up and saw the other man regaining his composure, I ran toward him, jumped and slammed the flat of my arm to his face.
He was unconcious, I heard feet shuffling away so I turned around and saw the men taking a break for it. I turned around looking for Sam. I saw her on the ground again trying to fight her attacker who held her down. I guess the man weighed around 300 pounds and was mix of fat and muscle, he was holding down Sam's shoulders and he seemed to be straddling her thighs. Sure Sam can hold her own in a fight, but faced with that kind of weight? Even I myself would have some trouble. It's like matching up Manny Pacquiao against Butterbean. Manny is a champ but still there is a weight advantage.
"Get off of me you dipstick." Sam shouted.
I ran up to her and took the man by the shoulders, I tried lifting him off of Sam but the person was too heavy. He threw a blind swing at me, I dodged and grabbed him by the shoulder and flipped him to the side off of Sam. The man stood up and I resumed my defensive stance. The man turned around, noticing he is alone he tucked tail and ran off leaving the 3 men groaning on the ground.
I looked at Sam, and there she was laying down there just staring at me.
I was whipped, my sides hurt badly making it very hard to breathe.
I bent down and placed my hands on my knees. I needed air, badly.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and blew the air out with a shout. (A/N the best way to regain normal breathing would be this way. As of what I know don't quote me on this.)
I walked up to Sam who was still staring at me. I placed my hands on her arms lifted her up and shook her vigorously.
"SAM!" I yelled in her face.
"What!? Wha? What happened?" Sam said obviously in shock.
"We have to get out of here now!" I instructed sternly.
Sam was still unresponsive. We had no more time, those thugs could be back with backup any minute.
Moving on instinct, I grabbed her hand and flung it over my shoulder, I backed up to her and grabbed her other hand. I pulled her over my shoulder into a piggyback. I held her hands and clasped them together. I placed my hands under her knees and I stood up.
I looked back to my passenger. "Sam hold on." I almost shouted.
She tensed up. She suddenly struggled to get off my back.
"Lemme off!" Sam shouted as she pushed against my back.
"Sam! We don't have enough the time to fight right now! Please, just hold on!." I yelled back never letting go of her thighs.
It seems that she got the message cause I felt her hands relax but her grip on me tighter. I felt her head hunch down on my shoulder.
"Fine, let's see until where you can run with me on your back nub." Sam said faintly.
Taking that as a sign to go, I broke off into a jog slowly accelerating into a full-run.
After running almost 12 blocks, we got to the Bushwell plaza lobby were I set Sam down.
I flopped on my back due to the fatigue.
"NO PANTING TEENAGERS ON MY LOBBY!" Lewbert shouted.
Sam jumped at sound of the shrieking doorman's voice.
I picked myself up and seeked refuge in the elevator with Sam not far behind.
I pressed the 8 button and the elevator started to climb.
I leaned against the wall and started to slide down into a sitting position. I hung my head down still panting like a dog.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" I asked Sam.
Sam stood there still somewhat dazed at what had happened earlier.
"Yeah." was all she could say.
"I said are you hurt?" I stood up and held her by the shoulders and stared into her eyes.
She shook herself. "Yeah! I said I'm fine dork! Now get your hands off me!" Sam said and swiped my hands away.
I smiled to myself. Even amidst the conflict, Sam still finds the time to insult me. Same old Sam.
"Who the hell were those? I never crossed anybody in my neighborhood!" Sam said out loud flailing her arms in exclamation.
I had to play dumb.
"How should I know? All I know is that they ain't friendly." I answered looking down hoping to get through with the lie I just said.
"Then why the heck did they say 'Tell the boss we have found them'?" Sam asked placing her hands on her hips.
I just shrugged.
The elevator dinged and opened.
Sam got out leaving me behind as if nothing happened.
"Maybe it's some kid's brother that you picked on." I joked as I got up and got out as well.
"I never pick on hobos" Sam replied walking down the hall.
I followed. I was about to turn on the corner when Sam popped her head out.
"Maybe you pissed them off, your looks are an insult to their hoboness." Sam said and resumed walking.
"Or maybe I was walking with their queen." I answered back.
She turned around. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, Your Highness." I said and bowed with a hand up front.
"I thought you said something." Sam walked dangerously close, her eyes squinting and her nose almost an inch from mine.
"I said it's because I was walking with a hot girl and it's not my fault they got jealous." I replied.
Sam suddenly retreated and a blush suddenly crept up her cheeks.
I saw this and decided to rub it in.
I moved as close as she was a while ago and whispered "I said I walked with this really hot girl..." my voice trailing off.
Her face flushed red.
"Uhhhhh. I'm hungry. I'm gonna find something to eat. Bye." Sam said and opened Carly's door. She slammed the door right in my face.
That'd keep her mind off things. I hope.
Sam's POV
We just got out of the Groovie Smoothies' shop and started to make way towards Bushwell. We were just messing around when out of nowhere this dude just tackled me to the ground.
"Tell the boss that we have found them." I heard someone shout, I was down on the ground being held down by something and I can't even move or turn.
"SAM!" Freddie shouted.
I got dazed a bit and I looked down seeing this dude grabbing me by the waist. He almost looks like a hobo, What!?
Oh no, not again. I'm not letting this happen again! I am Sam Puckett, and nobody messes with me!
"Get off me!" I shouted.
I tried pushing him off but he still hung on, I tried prying his hands off my waist but he was like a leech stuck for good. I even tried sticking my fingers into his nose and eyes but he was still there! Guess the dude wanted pain so I swung my elbow right into his face.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I heard a man scream, I turned my head towards the sound and I saw Freddie kiss the cement.
I looked down again and this dude still held on. I felt his grip tightening on my stomach.
I kept on swinging my elbow on his face until his grip loosens on my shirt. HA! That'd teach you to mess with momma.
He drops down on the ground unconscious, I think I broke his nose though.
Thinking that everything is over, I got up and looked at the nub he was also held down and I thought that this would be the best time to get even with him by helping him out but BAM! Another dude rammed into me. I felt myself being driven to the ground again. I felt a burning sensation welling up on my cheek slowly turning into the all familiar feeling of pain.
I suddenly felt fear. The same feeling I have felt in that fragmented yet very vivid dream of mine. The feeling of helplessness.
I opened my eyes, my vision was still blurry from whatever hit me and I looked up.
I was lying on my back and a big man 'round 300 or so pounds circled around me like a predator stalking its prey.
I tried getting up, but then I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders pushing me down on the pavement.
"You're going nowhere missy." I heard the man hiss at me.
"Get off me dipstick!" I hissed back.
My legs were still free so I tried kicking him in his jewels but failed. He was already straddling my thighs stopping any means of movement.
"I wonder what the boss would do to you?" the man laughed.
I tried with all my strength to flip him to the side but he was just too heavy! I tried jerking him off but his arms were pushing me down with all his weight.
I can't give up, I have to fight somehow. But no matter how hard I grunted and pushed, it was all useless.
'The great Puckett defeated? I'm still just a girl after all.' I thought.
'What will they do to me? Will they kill me? How bout Freddie? Will they get him too?' I thought hopelessly.
I turned my head still hoping to find a way to escape and saw Freddie running toward me. His face showed a mix full of anxiety and worry.
Freddie got him by the shoulders but the man took a swing for his face. I took this as a chance since one of my arms are now free but the man immediately got me back down on the ground.
Freddie grabbed his shoulders and flipped him to the side, well more like a push to the side actually. The man stood up, and man was he big.
The man got up slowly, Freddie on the other hand was already in a defensive stance waiting in anticipation for the hit to come.
The man looked around him, his buddies have already retreated and he was alone. Upon noticing this, he turned around and ran for the alleys not caring about his unconscious buddies lying on the ground.
I couldn't help but look at my saviour. Again. He has already saved me twice in a row, and this has got to stop. He's panting like a dog bent down with arms on his knees desperately trying to catch his breath. I looked around and saw two more dudes lying on the ground but my eyes trailed back to Freddie, sweat dripping from his face and his brown eyes full of worry. Why worry? He's worried about me? I can take care of my own but I must admit, if it werent' for him, I'd be dragged somewhere right now but I'm not gonna thank him. No way. Not even let him know that I feel grateful for what he did.
His eyes was still locked on mine, his eyes began looking at me up and down as if evaluating me. He walked up to me, took me by the shoulders, lifted me up and shook me. He was so close. His mouth was open as if saying something but I can't quite hear him.
"SAM!" his voice pierced the silence in my head.
"Wha? What? What happened?"
"We have to get out of here now!"
I tried following what he said but my body still won't move. My head says go but my body is not reacting. I'm shaking. I am still paralyzed by fear. I can see everything, but my mind still can't comprehend what was going on. We got attacked for apparently no reason. Freddie was also attacked. All of them recognize us. This just can't be a typical robbery or whatever. This was planned or something. Maybe we were mistaken for someone else?
Then I felt myself being lifted up, I was taken away from my thoughts and saw myself being given a piggyback by none other than the nub himself. My arms were around his neck and his hands were under my knees. This is too much. I am already humiliated twice. This is already pushing it.
"Sam, hold on." I heard him speak.
"Lemme off!" I tried pushing off of his back. I don't need this, I'm not injured, I can walk on my own. Who does he think is?
I was about to say that I didn't need his help but was cut off with his words. "Sam! We don't have enough the time to fight right now! Please, just hold on!." he yelled at me. Freddie indeed grew a spine in the few months he was gone, actually he already had one even before but the only thing he didn't have was self-esteem. I can't fight his logic, it is true. They might come back with more people and who knows what might happen?
I gripped him tighter and I brought my head down to his shoulder so I could see where we were going.
"Fine, let's see until where you can run with me on your back nub." I said in a low voice.
Freddie glanced at me, he smirked and looked forward and then broke into a jog. Not long after a few moments he was already running.
He was fast. I can't even believe he could run with me on his back. It's as if I'm just an empty backpack slung over his back.
My hair was flying against the wind on my face and I had to bury my face on his back because of the wind in my eyes.
His scent... I couldn't help but remember the dream in my head. I wrapped my arms around Freddie tighter, once again remembering the feeling of security in his presence, the man in my dream. Guess it wouldn't be that bad if it were Freddie that saved me, but it just doesn't seem right. All these years of me picking on him and also protecting him at the same time, (I did say that I am the only one allowed to pick on him. Anybody else doesn't have the right and they face me if they crossed that.) and now him saving me? This is messed up. Seriously messed up.
Bushwell was already in view as Freddie ran around the corner, I was suprised to see him still running after such a distance, not even pausing to take a breather. I guess it must be the adrenaline. Self-preservation I guess? From what Freddie said or what not.
Freddie slowed down and dropped me down when we got to the lobby. Freddie layed on his back panting like crazy, his face was red and sweat trailed his forehead, dripping.
I just stood there looking at him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was erratic. His hear was everywhere and some stuck to his face because of the sweat.
"NO PANTING TEENAGERS IN MY LOBBY!"
I jumped just by the shrill sound of his voice. Bushwell's doorman crazy Lewbert.
Freddie picked himself up and made way to the elevators and I followed immediately dodging the snarling doorman.
The elevator opened and Freddie jammed his thumb on the 8 button. The doors closed and Freddie leaned on the wall only to slide down into a sitting position still trying to catch his breath.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked.
Panic, Fear, and Chaos was already running through my brain, trying to reply to a simple question already proved difficult.
"Yeah." I absentmindedly answered.
Freddie stood up. "I said are you hurt?" He placed his hands on my shoulders and he was staring into my eyes.
I shook myself trying to get back down to earth just to answer the nub's questions. I didn't mean to but it came out more like a snarl. "Yeah! I said I'm fine dork! Now get your hands off me!" I hacked his hands away.
Panic came back again. But this time I had to let it out.
"Who the hell were those?"
"How should I know?" Freddie answered while his head was down still panting.
"Then why the heck did they say 'Tell the boss we have found them?'"
Freddie just shrugged.
The elevator opened and I went ahead of him. I needed some space.
"Maybe it's some kid's brother that you picked on." I heard him say as I turned around the corner toward their hallway.
"I never pick on hobos" I answered back.
I peeked on the corner "Maybe you pissed them off, your looks are an insult to their hoboness."
"Or maybe I was walking with their queen." he answered back.
I stopped. What? Seriously? Is he picking a bone with me?
"What did you say?" I asked glaring at him.
"Nothing your highness." he answered and bowed mockingly. I rolled my eyes.
"I thought you said something." I said as I inched closer to him shooting a deadly glare through my eyes.
"I said it's because I was walking with a hot girl and it's not my fault they got jealous." he replied.
What? He called me hot? Freddie just called me hot? What?
I felt my cheeks getting warm. He's seriously gonna pay for that.
He inched closer, much closer than our recent distance. "I said I walked with this really hot girl..." he whispered and his voice trailing off at the end.
I'm blushing. I can tell that I'm blushing. What can I do? Nobody has ever told me I'm hot before. And this nub... has his way of getting under my skin. I can't face him.
"Uhhhhh. I'm hungry. I'm gonna find something to eat. Bye." I said and opened Carly's door and slammed it on his face.
I leaned on the door and felt my heart racing. I'm hot?
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