iTurn Back in Time
Chapter 13: iRun
"I hate you, Benson. I hate you. I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!"
Freddie
It has been a week since Sam started avoiding me. I tried talking to her. She always responds with a shrug then looks away. I didn't know what to do until this idea came up.
We were in Carly's apartment, getting ready for the next iCarly webisode. It's still an hour before the rehearsal begins but I decided to come an hour earlier to ask for Carly's help. But this time, it really surprised me when I saw Sam earlier than usual, sitting on the couch next to Carly and talking to her. They didn't notice me entering from the door.
"Sam, you have to tell me."
"No." Sam shrugged. "I'm fine, Carls. You don't need to be worried that much!"
"But Freddie—" Carly stopped in mid-sentence. "Hey.."
I think she saw me. Yeah, her eyes were staring at me like she just saw a ghost.
"Hi." I said trying to act nonchalant. "What's up?"
Sam looked at my direction and our eyes met for a second. She broke it and went to the fridge immediately as soon as she saw me. "I want baaacon." Sam sang as she opened the fridge.
I sat down with Carly on the couch on the same spot where her best friend was sitting a moment ago. It was still warm. "Hey, did she tell you anything yet?" I whispered.
"Not yet." Carly hissed. "But I'm trying to. She was just about to tell me something when you showed up. Wrong timing, Freddie! Why now? That was a good chance!"
"I'm sorry!" I hissed back but my voice caught the blond demon's attention.
"What are you two whispering about?" She asked, her eyes filled with suspicion as they darted on Carly and me.
"Nothing."
Carly stood and changed the topic. "Who wants some special lemonade?" She smiled weakly, trying to wash up the awkwardness among us three. But it seemed not to work. Ugh.
"Eew, gross." Sam attacked a can of pineapples with a knife. It stuck on the upper part of the can.
Carly shook her head in disbelief as she crossed the room to get the lemonade on the fridge and poured on her glass. There was a lemon at the side of the glass and a red straw diagonally standing inside it. Classy.
"Hey guys, check out my new sculpture!" Spencer cam hurling out from his room holding a hammer. It reminded me of one of those inventions he made that almost cut Carly's head off.
"No thanks." I smiled bitterly.
"Okay." Spencer sadly went back to his room.
Sam's phone rang. She answered it. "Hello?"
I wondered who was that. Her face went blank while her phone was on her ear and with a snap, she ended the call and slowly put it back on her jeans' pockets.
"What's the matter?" Carly asked, putting the pitcher on the table.
Sam gulped. "My mom she's…"
"She's what?"
"She just…"
"SAM!" Carly raised her voice.
"My mom called me. She said she found Dad."
Carly put her hands on her mouth. "Oh my God."
I gritted my teeth. Then I realized something… Why didn't this happen before? I don't remember anything about Sam finding his father.
"Travis…" I muttered under my breath.
"Travis?" Carly asked.
Oh shoot! "H-he's… mom's… uh… plumber! Yes, plumber. Travis is Mom's favorite plumber and he does really good on his job." I nodded, trying to convince Carly. Hope this works.
"Oh. Your mom's got favoritism, huh?" Carly grinned.
"I gotta go. Bye." Sam ran to the door.
"Wait, what about the rehearsal!" Carly yelled. It was too late—Sam already shut the door behind her.
"Carly, I have to go too. Sorry." I smiled apologetically and left Carly.
I heard her say, "Oh geez."
I followed Sam secretly. She was crossing the street. The same street where she 'died.' The memories flashed on my head but I shook them off, knowing it wouldn't help at the moment. I needed to see where Sam was going because my brain instructed me to without even knowing what I was doing. I crossed the street too, secretly following her behind. She turned left.
We were on the nearby park, me still tailing Sam as she continued walking. Thank God she still hasn't noticed until now. The street was a little dark; the lampposts old and rusty. The other one had its light blinking on and off, and then died. The only thing that kept us right on our track was the lamppost a mile past us It wasn't enough to light up the road.
I didn't realize until now that Sam's place was actually dangerous, with all these lights blinking on and off and the wind brushing up on our skin. It was chilly outside. It was good to know Sam can endure this whole stuff everyday and this made me realize why she wants being with Carly all the time. So that she can feel secured.
But then, I saw a black figure coming near Sam and walked beside her. Who was that? I walked nearer to her and then realize that it was a robber. I saw the knife pointed at Sam, shining a little.
I have to save her! My instincts had taken over. My body moved on its own, finding myself punching the robber and kicking him. The knife flew out of his hand and he fell down the dark pavement. I immediately grabbed Sam's wrist and ran.
"FREDDIE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"Just run or he'll catch us!"
She nodded and ran with me. Sam could run very fast, her leg muscles working coordinately with her bones. Even tough she was thin, her physical strength was very incredible. Good thing I could catch up with her. I looked back. I saw a band of robbers running behind us!
"Sam, they're following us!"
Her long blond hair swept across her face and she immediately shove them out if her sight. "Quick, I know a place where we could hide!"
I followed her and ended up on someone's yard. I watched the robbers go away and disappeared in the distance. I sighed and relief and realized that I was still holding Sam's wrist. I immediately dropped it.
"You…" I panted, catching for my breath. "You okay?" I looked around. "Where are we?"
"My house."
My eyes widened. "This is your house!"
"What, got a problem with that?" She snarled.
I shook my head. "No. Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"
"Why were you following me?" Sam hissed. I could see her eyes sparkling under the moonlight; the cloudless night paved the way to the shining stars in the sky. Her bright blue eyes were striking.
"If it wasn't for me, you could have been dead!" I exclaimed.
I saw Sam flinch at the word.
"Sorry."
"But why were you following me?" She asked in a serious tone, keeping her voice low.
"I-I don't know. My head told me to. I felt something was going to happen."
She lied down on the grass. "Okay." She sighed.
"Why were you avoiding me?" I clenched my fists. It took me a week to prepare of this.
"Because of what happened a week ago." She shrugged. " You kissed me—again. We promised not to speak of it and—"
"But you were the one who started it!" I cut her off. "But… I know it's my fault for kissing you so… I am sorry."
She looked away.
"Apology accepted?" I raised my eyebrows, hoping she'd already forgiven me.
"No." She spat out.
"That was cold." I lied on the grass with her, looking at the sky. "Tonight's a full moon." I smiled.
"I know right?" She said sarcastically.
"Aww, you're so mean." I pouted.
"I hate you, Benson. I hate you. I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!" Sam punched me in the arm.
That was so cute. Then I made a sudden move again. I hugged her.
"Freddie, what are you doing?" Sam panicked.
"I don't know what to do if I lose you." I closed my eyes.
Sam fought back. "Hey, let me go!" She whined. "You nub!"
"NO."
"You Benson! You're going to pay for this!" The she bit me in the arm.
"Ouch!" I let go of her.
"Told ya." She smirked. "Hey, this doesn't mean that I've already forgiven you!"
"I know." I smiled.
We both fell silent for a while.
"Sam, I've got to tell you something."
"What is it?" She said, irritated.
"Don't go anywhere else on January 18, 2010."
She crossed her arms. "Dude, that's next year!"
"I know. But something's going to happen on January 18."
"Are some kind of…" She paused. "Freddie?"
My chest was tightening. I couldn't breathe.
"Sam…" I choked.
"Oh my God, what's happening to you? Freddie!" Sam shook me in the shoulders.
My head hurts. Sam was fading.
Then everything went black.
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