Ch.7 iMake Amends
Sam was silent as she was led to the warden's office. She had been thinking of everything that happened, and it made her angrier. They reached the door, and with a shove, she entered. "Guard Greene, is there some reason that your interaction with this prisoner is borderline abuse at this point?" the warden asked. "Don't you know who this is?" Sarah Greene answered. "Prisoner 85630, Puckett, Samantha J. Am I forgeting anything?" the warden asked. "But, mam'm, she-" The warden angrily slammed her hand on her desk, demanding silence. "Let me make myself perfectly clear," the warden said in a very icy tone. "If I see you treat her, or any other prisoner for that matter in such a negative way, there will be consequences you don't even want to think about."
Guard Greene nodded. "Good, we have an understanding. You're dismissed." The guard left in a huff, angry that she had been reprimanded. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "Look, I've been here for six years, and I've seen a lot of prisoners come and go," the warden said. "My name is Theresa Shepard." She extended her hand, and Sam shook it. "Look, I didn't start that fight in the cafeteria," Sam said hastily. The warden smiled and said. "I know." What followed was two hours of talking and laughing. Once the warden informed Sam that she saw the fight on a security monitor, they got along nicely.
"I'll be around, if you need to talk. Just ask any guard to bring you here." Sam almost jumped for joy. This might be someone who could be convinced of her innocence. She needed all the help she could get.
8 months later
Sam awoke to Guard Greene banging the bars of her cell with a nightstick. "Get up, Puckett! You have a visitor," Guard Greene barked impatiently. She was confused. It wasn't the second Saturday of the month yet. She quickly got out of bed and dressed. She was handcuffed as she exited her cell. "How can I have a visitor today?" she asked, confused. "You'll have to ask the warden," was all she got in reply. Sarah Greene couldn't believe that the warden had treated this prisoner so nicely. It was as if she didn't think she did the crimes she was found guilty of. Sam secretly hoped that her visitor was either Carly or Jocelyn with info on Melanie. "If it were up to me," Guard Greene said angrily, "You'd be in solitary untill your execution date." Sam shook her finger and said, " Ah ah ah, you heard what the warden said." Guard Greene couldn't wait till the day she could wipe the smug smile off of Puckett's face. The door to the visiting room opened with a buzz, and Sam faced her visitor.
"Tasha?" she asked astonished. Tasha was Gibby's girlfriend. The last time they'd seen each other was at Sam's indictment, when Tasha had slapped her in the face. The two girls just stared at each other for about five minutes. You could cut the tension with a knife. It seemed like forever, and no one spoke. "Look, Sam," Tasha began. "I have a lot to get off my chest." Sam nodded. "I'm not going anywhere. If you need to vent, feel free." The other girl nodded. "I don't know where to start," she said sadly. "When Gibby was killed, and they brought you in, I could have killed you, I was so mad. He had told me how you always picked on him, well actually his exact words went something like, 'She makes Hell look like a vacation', but you get the idea. I was so used to you tormenting him that it seemed logical that you would take the next step."
Sam nodded. She had wished that Tasha had told her this when she was arrested. But now was as good a time as any, she only wished that the slap in the court house never happened. "Then I started to think, Gibby also had said many times that he liked having you as a friend. I remember the night before he was killed, we had got into a big argument over you. I was mad about the last iCarly, where you and Carly had talked him into modeling a swimsuit to show why they weren't for everyone. I demanded that he grow a pair and tell you off, but he refused. He said that despite all the bad that came from being your friend, there was ten times more good. Then he reminded me that if it hadn't been for him, Nora Dirshlitt would probably still have you trapped in her basement."
Sam shuddered at that memory. "Then a few months ago, I began thinking, Gibby had such faith in you that there was no way you'd betray his trust. I knew he would want me to forgive you, so here I am." Sam smiled. "Look, if it were me, I probably would have reacted the same way. Take Freddie as an example. I picked on him constantly, and if someone were to even think of causing him harm, I'd break every bone in their body. You were partially justified. As far as I'm concerned, there is nothing to forgive." Both girls couldn't bare it any longer. Tasha and Sam both broke down. "Look, Tasha, if I ever get out of here, I'm going to find Gibby's killer. And when I do, that person is in store for a fate worse than death." Tasha smiled. She hoped that Sam were exonerated. "I'll see if I can visit more often," Tasha said before leaving.
Carly paced in the former iCarly studio. It was like one bad dream after another. The news had decided to start a "Countdown to Justice." There was even a top story of how Sam's execution would be broadcast on live tv. She had called Freddie to tell him about it, but he hadn't arrived yet. The boy in question was currently walking to the store to get some groceries for his mom when he saw a suspicous girl in a ski mask. She was on the phone, and the conversation didn't sound pleasant. "Look, you little bitch, you know the rules. If you even so much as attempt to tell the truth, Carly dies." There was a pause. "I don't care if the guilt is eating you alive, you keep your mouth shut! I'd hate for something to happen to another member of your family. It would be so tragic." She hung up, and Freddie followed her.
He couldn't place it, but he was sure he'd recognized her voice from somewhere. He followed her to what looked to be an abandoned house. It was only then, as Freddie was hiding next to a window, that she took her mask off. He recognized that red hair. Unfortunatly, that was the last thing he saw as the lights went out.