The girls dressing room was once again polluted with hairspray and perfume. Sam got her hair straightened by Stephanie who curled it only so the curls would be thicker, like Ms. Briggs requested. She looked more innocent and childlike with the curls tied half up.

Tonight was the final performance. It was a week since the first show and they've done four performances following.

"I never asked you how your date with Freddie went." Said Carly who was putting on foundation.

"You weren't watching us were you?" Sam asked with a snicker.

"Yeah, I used one of those cameras, like the one's we used when we watched his date with Valarie."

"You were spying on me and Freddie on our first date?" Valerie asked. She turned and looked at Carly and Sam.

"I thought by now this would be something we could all laugh about." Sam muttered.

"It is." Said Valerie. "What did you catch?"

"Well…" Carly started. "He told you some dumb jokes that you laughed at and you asked him about how he does technology… and we were eating berries."

"Wow Carly." Sam laughed. "'We were eating berries'. How random."

"So how did your date with Freddie go?" Valerie asked.

"We watched two versions of the play and he brought a load of snacks. We cuddled and he said I fell asleep halfway through the second movie."

"Usually you'd stay up to finish all the food." Carly teased.

Ms. Briggs stepped in with her clipboard and demanded attention from everyone.

"Tonight's the last performance ladies." She announced. "I want you to go out there and give the performance of your lives! The show begins in five minutes, so finish up and get backstage."

As Sam stood up to follow Valerie and Stephanie to the lounge backstage, Briggs stopped her by putting her hand on her shoulder.

"I'm proud of you Samantha."

Sam became confused when she said "proud."

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because you went out and never gave up when you wanted too."

"And you're proud of me for that?"

"Do you take that as an insult?"

"No." Sam insisted. "I just never thought in my entire life, you'd complement me like that."

"I dealt with you four years ago. There's never been a more disruptive student."

Sam snickered. "Just make sure no one breaks my record."

"I'll keep that in mind. Now get a headset on and break a leg!"

Sam went out there and gave all her effort. From far distance, she still looked like a Goddess in the theatergoer's eyes. It made people fall in love with her as they saw her in a dress speaking in rich Shakespearian literature. At the curtain call, everyone stood up and applauded. Sam and Freddie waved their hands to silence them.

"Ok." Said Sam. "Tonight was our last performance, so were standing up here on the stage for a little longer to honor the parents and teachers who worked hard for us in the last two months." Some chorus members were holding bouquets of flowers.

"First we would like to thank our director, Mr. Rutherford, for yelling at us every day to get us to perform better and to stop talking in plain English."

The audience members laughed as Mr. Rutherford stepped onto the stage and accepted flowers from Sam. Sam called out the set designer, costume designer and a few other people. All the flowers were gone and they still had to thanks Ms. Briggs. Sam thought fast and took some flowers out of someone's bouquet and handed them to her.

"There, sorry no vase." But the audience was cracking up.

"Goodnight everyone!" Sam and Freddie waved and the curtain closed.

"Good show." Said Carly. "I almost cried."

"Carly you're in the show. You've seen it billions of times."

"Yeah, but not like that I haven't."

Sam threw off her dress and washed off her makeup. Just then her phone rang.

"Sam."

"It's your mother."

"Oh hi mom."

"Listen sweetie, Bill just left for work about fifteen minutes ago."

"Thank God." Sam sassed. "So I heard your not feeling good."

"It's just the baby. He's acting up. But I really miss you."

"Well…" said Sam as she stepped into her car. "I can come over and visit you now."

"Oh sure, but right now I'm out on some errands. You know where the spare keys are."

"I'm on my way."

Sam has literally never been in her house for two months. She almost forgot where it was and what it looked like. When she got inside, Macavity ran to her and pressed his red fur against her ankle.

"Yeah, missed you too." Said Sam as she went to the fridge. Disappointed, she saw nothing, literally nothing in the fridge. Her mom must have been out to buy some. Stomach growing, she sat down on the couch and watched a bit of Girly Cow.

An hour passed and Amy didn't get back. Sam called and Amy said she was stalled by a car accident. Sam sighed and decided to take a shower. After, she got tired and went to bed.

Her bed felt strange as she lay against it. Macavity jumped up and cuddled against her back.

"Nighty-night ginger kid." Sam yawned and flicked off the lights.

The bright happy sun and the melody of the birds awaked her. When her eyes opened, the sky jumped right in front of her. The surface she lay on was not her bed put pure green grass. The soft breeze gently urged her to sit up.

"Where am I?" she asked herself. She was surrounded by yellow tulips and in the distance stood a flawless mountain. A streaming river was heard close by as the birds continued to whistle their classics.

Sam felt like Snow White as cute animals; mice, rabbits, deer, raccoons, horses and one turtle came to her. A blue jay landed on her finger and flapped his wings wildly forward. All the animals were moving forward. A white horse gently pushed her north and she followed the rest of the animals to a hollow tree on the river.

"How did I get here?" she asked. Sam nearly jumped back when she saw her reflection in the magic water. She was wearing a low cut pink baby doll dress, one thing she'd never wear that dropped to her knees. "Where did this dress come from?"

Hanging from the hollow tree was a swing hung by vines and flowers. The wood seat looked tempting to her. Slowly, she stepped into the river whose wet surface was only sandy. She sat down and slowly rocked back and forth. The flow of the water ran through her bare toes. When she looked up, all the animals were gone.

Sam got off and walked along the stream to get to the waterfall in the distance. She grew tired and soon, heard unnatural noises from the water. When she turned around, right away she knew the genre of this story was fantasy.

In the distance, a shirtless Freddie was coming towards her. She never knew he had such tight abs. She thought she was looking at a marble statue of Narcissus. Neither of them said a word as her got closer to her.

They pulled themselves in each others arms and locked into a passionate kiss, like the one's shown in all the fairy tales. Forty seconds within the kiss, Freddie scooped Sam in his arms and walked away with her. They were both silent as he carried her to the tulips nearby.

After her lay her down, they spent long hours talking and laughing. They didn't run out of things to say and their energy was jolted every second. Freddie plucked off a tulip and tucked it over Sam's ear.

"Just so you know." He said. "I'll love you no matter what."

"I'll love you no matter what."

They kissed again. Sam's eyes popped open when Freddie shoved his tongue down her throat. She pushed him off and saw the land around her was grey. She heard thunder, the tulips were dead and she could feel birds drop from he sky. When she looked at Freddie again, his appearance completely changed. He was taller, with black hair and flaming skulls tattooed to his arms.

"No!" Sam screamed. Freddie was gone and Bill was looking right at her.

"Oh baby…" he purred.

Sam woke up screaming. She gasped and sighed in relief.

"Enough of this!" she told herself. "I'm calling Mr. Benson." She reached for her phone but it rang when she grabbed it. "Hello?"

"Hey baby…" Sam's eyes widened. "I want you so bad…"

"Bill." Sam gasped. "Bill I know it's you. Your voice is obviously disguised."

"Very good." His false voice sounded like Darth Vader. She swore she heard that voice not just through the phone but also somewhere in the room. "Good thing Fredward's not here. He'd die trying to save you."

Sam put the phone down and heard the voice coming from her closet.

"Nothings gonna spoil us… we'll be together… forever… and ever…"

She did hear his voice from the closet. Terrified, she snatched her phone, hung up and ran into her mother's room and pulled the drawer in front of the door. Then she hid under the bed.

"Hello?" Mr. Benson picked up.

"It's Sam."

"You sound horrified. What's wrong?"

"Bill's after me." She tried not to scream. "He called me, and he's hiding in the house somewhere." Sam smelled the air. "And it also feels like there might be a gas leak."

"Then get out of the house."

"I cant. Bill's out there."

"I'm coming, just find a safe way out!"

Sam hung up and as she crawled out, she felt something brush against her leg. She looked and saw a book. Using the hone as her light, she opened it to see pictures and pictures of her. She even saw that sketch.

"I need to get the hell out of here!" she said. She slithered back out and opened the nearby window. As she yanked off the screen, the door was being bolted from the other side. Sam ran back underneath the bed as the drawer fell down. Maybe Bill would suspect that she crawled out the window already and go out to find her. Sam muffled herself as she saw feet at her eye level. They made silent steps and they walked behind her. Sam sighed with relief when a feeling came to her that he saw the window. But then she screamed as her legs were pulled out and her body was slammed against the wall.

Bill tried to restrain her but she kept crawling backward. She hit her head on the wall again. As she stood up to leave, Bill slapped her hard in the jaw.

"Why are you doing this?" Sam screeched.

"I've waited four goddamn slow years for this!" he snapped. He punched her in the abdomen and then slammed her head on the lamp. Sam ran out into the living room and headed for the door. As she reached the knob, Bill muffled her unborn scream and locked her in his big arms. "Now listen." He growled. "We need to leave. The house will burst into flames any second now. Were going away to Colorado where I'm gonna have fun with you during work. Now will you cooperate and come with me?"

Sam sniffled and nodded her head in defeat.

"Good girl… her whispered. Her kissed her cheek. "Now, let's--"

He was interrupted by a painful bite in his hand. Angered, he grabbed Sam again and instead of holding her hostage, he took out his switchblade and stabbed her right leg. She fell on the ground in pain as he stabbed her thigh and then slit her wrists.

"No!" Sam screamed. Bill grabbed her by her clothes and threw her toward the big window. She flew through the sharp glass and landed roughly on the cold stone porch. Blood was flowing on the ground as Bill calmly came out the front door and approached her.

"That should keep you down for a while." He said. "Now…" he was interrupted this time by five police cars and an ambulance. Bill tried to run but Mr. Benson and a few other chased after him. Seconds later, the house was in flames like expected. Paramedics immediately rushed over to Sam who was trying to stand.

"Don't move." The woman said. "Were going to take care of you now please don't move."

"It hurts!" Sam cried.

"What hurts sweetie?"

"Everything!"

"We need to get her off, before the fire spreads." They carried her off to their awaiting stretcher and laid her down as she kept crying and complaining. An oxygen mask was put over her nose and mouth and moments later, she was out.

When her eyes opened again, she was in a white room surrounded by machines. Both arms were bandaged and treated for cuts. She could see stitches everywhere else. An IV stayed strapped to her wrist as a bunch of tubes were taped to her forehead.

"Doctor she's up!" it sounded like Mrs. Benson. Sam turned her head and saw Freddie's mother in a blue outfit and a mask around her neck.

"Really." The doctor had a rich British accent. "How is she?"

"Awake but extremely weak still." The doctor went over to her and examined her.

"Sam, can you hear me?"

Sam nodded.

"Can you see me?"

Sam nodded again.

"Can you speak?"

"I-I'll t-t-try…"

"I'm Doctor Sadler. While you were asleep, I performed surgery on you. You have quite a lot of injuries."

"Like?"

"Well, when we looked at your X-ray, we saw you had two fractured ribs, a broken wrist and a twisted ankle. Do you know what these specks are?" he asked her as she looked at the x-ray.

"Bruises?"

"Shards of glass. We found over forty pieces in your skin which is why you're covered in stitches."

"That explains why look like Sally the Ragdoll."

"Also both wrists were bleeding severely. I spent long hours stitching them up."

"Does anything hurt Sam?" Mrs. Benson asked.

"Della, it seems like you know this girl." Said Dr. Sadler.

"She's been dating my son."

"Oh my god, Freddie!" Sam exclaimed as she tried to sit up. "Is he here?"

"Relax honey, he's been waiting outside for hours. I'll go get him."

Sam sighed with relief then looked at Dr. Sadler. He was a handsome young man who looked around his twenties with black hair slicked back. He was looking at Sam's charts as she spoke up.

"Am I maimed in anyway?" she asked.

"Fortunately no. But sadly you'll be staying here for a while."

Freddie cam in and pulled a chair next to the gurney. Doctor Sadler nodded and left them alone.

"Oh Sam… thank God you ok!"

"Did they catch him?" Sam asked.

"They did." Said Freddie proudly. "He's at the station right now being questioned."

"Freddie I was so scared!" she exclaimed.

"Sh sh, Sam I know you where and I wish I was there. Why didn't you ask me to come?"

"Well… the thing is… remember that nightmare I had that woke up your family?"

"Yeah?"

"In the nightmare, you came to spend the night at my house and in the middle of the night, Bill took me and killed you."

"Why did you go home in the first place?"

"Mom said she'd be there, and I kind of missed her."

"Oh."

"Besides, she said Bill was gone for five months to his hotel watch job."

"Are you feeling alright now?"

"A little bit, now that they caught that bastard…" Sam looked over and saw a table piled with gifts. "Are all those for me?" she asked. "Who brought them?"

"Fans." Said Freddie. "They've been waiting outside for hours and were angry when they weren't allowed in. But the nurses took their presents and said you'd get them. Chances are more will come."

"Do I have to right thank you notes?"

Freddie chuckled. "No, of course not." He rubbed his nose against Sam's grinning.

"Am I interrupting?" a light knock was heard on the side of the door, which was still wide open. In her arms, she was holding Macavity who was unharmed by the fire but had eight lives left.

"Mom…"

"Hi dear."

"Where were you last night?"

"I'm sorry, Bill told me he was gone and I went out on errands. Then a car crash occurred and I was held back in traffic for hours. I should have stayed home."

"Mom, none of this is your fault, and I really want to know you more."

"Freddie, can I talk to Sam alone?"

"Of coarse." Freddie left without another word.

"I mean, since dad died, you stopped taking good care of me."

"You know what, I agree." Said Amy. "And I owe you a lot."

"Yes you do." Said Sam. Amy placed Macavity down on Sam's lap.

"And I'm sorry." She said. "If I knew that about Bill I would have never married him!"

"It's not your fault. I always hated him but I'd never expect him to try to get to me."

"Well lucky for you, I divorced him." She said.

"You shouldn't have even married him."

"I know. And now I have no one though to help me raise my son."

"What does that mean?" Sam asked. "You have me. I can help you raise him I have child development next trimester."

"That would be a load of help. Since our house is gone, the state government is giving us money to buy an apartment in Bushwell Plaza!"

"Oh mother!" Sam hugged her despite the end limit of the wires.

"And we will never see Bill again after court."

"Wait what?" Sam asked.

"You have to come." Said Amy. Sam was shaking her head. "I'm sorry dear but the judge needs your said of the story."

"No!" Sam screamed. Amy gripped her shoulders.

"I will be there for you just please calm down. He cannot hurt you!"

Mrs. Benson rushed in.

"I think it's time she went to sleep." Said Mrs. Benson.

"Yes, good plan." Amy agreed.

Mrs. Benson came forth and placed the mask back on Sam's face. But now as she went to sleep, she knew she was safe.

Freddie, Carly, Spencer, Sarah, Mrs. Benson, Mr. Benson and finally her mother, would be by her side and until the hearing was over, she'd feel entirely safe. Now she believed, that thanks to Shakespeare, she can do anything now.

Well, there's the end. I do have sequel plans made for this but first; I may finish Heart of the Ocean. I really hope it get's more readers, because I'm not deleting it. It scares away readers I'm told. But I hoped you enjoyed iHate Shakespeare, and be prepared for iHate Fairy Tales coming to a computer near you!