I have never seen her that drunk before… that mad. That stupid deadbeat just had to come waltzing into that store. She only goes shopping like once a month! And he just had to come in the same time she was in there. That loser just had to ignore her too. The mother of his child. Me. I never cared about him, anyways. But she did. The lowlife just had to walk out on her when she was pregnant. Leave the state too. So now he thinks he can just move back to the city with his fake idea and expect us to never notice him! I feel bad for her, really. She really loved him. Even though he was worthless. Even though he's more irresponsible then me. She really loved him. Why couldn't he just love her back! Why couldn't he just grow up and deal with having a kid! No. He decided he doesn't want that responsibility and just leaves… So when we got home she guzzled down every bottle of whiskey in the house. I'm surprised she didn't die of alcohol poisoning before she could… before she… did that to me… Stupid skunk bag. 'It's your fault!' she tells me 'It's all your fault! If it wasn't for you he would have stayed!' I don't care. I know it wasn't my fault. It's his fault. It's his fault for being to afraid to take care of a baby. It's his fault for being to lazy to get a job to support a baby… or to greedy to do it even if he did get a job. It's her fault too. Her fault for not using birth control or protection or something. Her fault for not just getting an abortion. Not like I care if I lived or not. My life sucks any how. I have no future. Nothing to live for. If wasn't for Carly. For iCarly. And… Freddie. He's one more reason why I wouldn't care if I wasn't alive. Always pinning over Carly. Complementing Carly. Starring at Carly. Following Carly. Obsessing over Carly. Why can't he just get over her! Why can't he… I guess I'm like my loser mother that way. Wanting someone who doesn't want you back. I hate myself for that. I hate myself for feeling like this over Freddie of all people. I hate myself for being like my mother in any way. I hate myself for being shocked when she hit me. For being too shocked to stop her from doing it again. Two punches too many. At least I'm not like my mother when it comes to fighting. I'm much better at it than her. It'll probably be a few hours before she wakes up. By then she'll be sober. Maybe try to apologize. I don't really care. I kind of understand anyways. After all the whole reason I abuse Freddie is because I'm mad at him. For loving Carly and not-

"Sam?"

Speak of the devil. Figures. I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going. I'm not even sure where I am now. Yet somehow I manage to run into him like some unknown force was guiding me or something. Stupid unknown force.

"Hey Fred-weird, whats up?"

"Sam? What happened to you?"

"Well if you must know, my mom decided it would be a good idea to take out her frustrations about my dad leaving her on me in a fit of violence. She was wrong."

"What?"

"Well I suppose it wasn't entirely fair because she was drinking and passed out half way through the fight but-"

Wow. Is he? Hugging me!? The nerve he has! Treating me like I'm some damsel in distress. Like some cry baby that needs comforting! Ha! I said I won the fight. Ok so maybe I'm a little bruised and bloody but I was caught off guard. I don't care. He's lucky I don't give him a wedgie for thinking that I would care about something like that! Big deal. So my mom regrets having me because my dad never wanted me and didn't stick around to take care of me. So neither of them care! So! I don't either! So- why is my face wet? OH My God! I can't be… crying? But I don't care! I don't care.

"I don't care…"

"I do."