Well, okay. You guys were good and reviewed so here's the next chapter. Sonnywithachancefan22 promised me blueberries….
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Spencer's POV
8:00PM
I had just slipped the DVD in the player when the electricity went out. Then I heard Sam scream. A high pitched, frightened scream.
"Sam?" I blindly stumbled my way down the stairs and could faintly make out the shaped of Freddie holding my terrified Sam. Upon seeing me, Freddie passed her over, knowing I was the only one that could calm her.
"It's just a power outage," I told her smoothing her hair.
Freddie shook his head, "That's not it. She said she saw Mark out on the fire escape."
"What?" I cupped Sam's face in my hands, forcing her to look at me, "Are you sure?" Tearing continuing to stain her face she nodded and I held her tightly against me, "Don't worry, Sweetie. All the doors are locked, he can't get in. You're safe. We'll just call the police."
She had just started to relax and stop crying when we heard loud banging repeatedly on the front door. So hard I could hear the wood cracking as the intruder tried to force his way in. "It's him," Sam whimpered.
"Out the back," I took Sam by the hand and with Carly and Freddie just behind hurried over to the door.
I ran over to the door only to stop dead in my tracks. Someone was in the hall watching us. "Upstairs, now," I ordered.
"Is everyone here?" I asked immediately after entering the iCarly studio and shutting and locking the door behind me.
"Yeah," Carly answered in the tiny voice she gets whenever she's scared. "Spencer, what are we going to do?"
What were we going to do? "Carly, last year you guys found an air vent that lead into Freddie's apartment right?" She nodded. "Can we fit?"
"Ya, Freddie's been using it to come over when his mom goes nuts." We followed my sister into the studios "guest waiting room" that also was home to random iCarly props, a gigantic rubber chicken, an inflatable guinea pig…
Freddie pulled away the metal covering, "It leads straight to my closet."
I heard the studio door rattle; Mark was almost in. "Hurry, through the vent."
Carly and Freddie made it in before the door was busted open. "Sam, go, now." I crushed my lips on hers before steering her into the vent.
"Wait," she whispered, "Aren't you coming?"
Looking at her sadly I rushed to reattach the vents cover, "I love you, Sam."
Exiting the room, I reentered the main studio floor to discover not only Mark, but two other men that were a lot bigger then I was. This wasn't likely to end nicely.
"Where is she?" Mark asked stepping closer to me.
"Safe, away from you."
Sam's POV
8:45pm
I had tried to turn back, to help Spencer, but Freddie had pulled me through the vent and refused to let me go back. Once in his apartment, my friends made me stay put until we heard the police in the hallway and only then did Freddie open his front door.
"Call an ambulance," I heard one of them shout, "We've got some up here hurt pretty bad."
My heart stopping beat. Pushing passed the cops I ran up the steps of the Shay's loft and back into the iCarly studio that usually held only laughter. My eyes stung with salty tears upon seeing my one true love laying injured on the floor, a knife in his side.
12:10 am
Police are stupid. They make you tell them the same thing ten different times before they believe you. And even then, you're not so sure they do. When did it start? Why didn't I go to the police when it did? How often did he do it?
And they still wouldn't let me see Spencer. I was at the hospital now; I had to have an examination because I had been raped.
But I was Sam Puckett. And Sam Puckett wouldn't let a few cops tell her she couldn't see the love of her life.
I sat on the edge of his bed, praying for him to open his eyes. He hadn't woken up yet, it was the main thing worrying the doctors. They had stitched him up, controlled his bleeding. But he wouldn't open his eyes.
"Spencer?" I whispered, "It's alright, we're all okay. Better then okay," I took his non-moving hand and placed it on my stomach, "You're going to be a daddy." I felt his fingers move and slowly his eye lids lifted.
Well there you have it, I finally got to the point of the story!
