Chapter 1—Cold and Rain

Sam's Perspective

I trudged silently through the dark streets of Seattle. I was scared, and... There wasn't anywhere for me to go... And it was cold. And rainy... I tightened my jacket on my body, trying as hard as I could to keep myself at least fairly warm. Then I saw a bus stop... Oh, thank the Lord!

I ran under the shelter and dryness of the little roof, and sat down on the bench, my bag dropping next to me, happy to have a load off my feet.

I wish there was someone who would help me. Someone who would take in an abused teenager, just looking for warmth and love. I couldn't go to either of my friends—they were both away. Carly was vacationing in Yakima, and Freddie... He'd been gone for a long time now. Some scholarship of some sort... Making us have to stop iCarly, really... And... To put the icing on the cake...

Two Months Earlier

Jonah held the knife to Sam's throat.

"Now, are you going to behave, or do I just need to kill you? In a way, that would be better anyway."

Sam's eyes widened with horror and disgust. She didn't want to die. And she certainly didn't want her body being used as some sex toy. What other choice did she have?

Sam's lip quivered as she nodded. "I-I'll do what you want..."

Jonah's lips curved up in a victorious sneer. "Undress," he commanded.

As Sam stripped herself of her clothing, she prayed silently, "Save me..."

...Jonah had raped me. And, guess who's the one who pays? Is it ever the boy? The one who's fault it always is?... No. It's the girl who has to pay. It's the girl who... Ends up with a... Baby. A baby she doesn't even want... A baby that wasn't made out of love, or-or-

And, do you think the boy would ever do his part?... No. Never. Never would the male figure step up and help feed and change the poor little soul. All the male cares about is making more and more girls lose their virginity with every second. Sex is all boys care about. They don't care about how the girl feels. They never have, and they never will.

And as bad as that sounds, I was more worried about the little guy—or girl, for that matter—in my belly. No father. No help. Not unless I ever found my one true soul-mate. And who was it supposed to be? Who?!

At this point, I was crying. Sobbing. I couldn't hold it in. And it was about time for the tears to come and go, you know?...

And I couldn't go back home. That's why I was here by myself, in the cold. The rain...

My mom had kicked me out once she found out I was... pregnant. Apparently, "She ain't raisin' no other child!..."

I reached in my bag and pulled out my Pear-Pod. I stuck the ear-buds in my ear, and flipped the power switch. Now it's too late for you and your white horse... to come around...

Taylor Swift. White Horse... Sort of fitting for my situation... It was sad, in the very least...

I pushed the seek button. On the ground I lay... Motionless in pain...

Time of Dying by Three Days Grace.

Now, you guys are probably wondering at this point—How does anyone have Taylor Swift and Three Days Grace on the same Pear-Pod. Well, you know what? I'm a very musically-open person.

The bands on my Pear-Pod range from 30 Seconds to Mars to Carrie Underwood. Evanescence to Miley Cyrus. Paramore to Within Temptation. I just... Like music.

And right now, it was my escape. My haven.

I pressed my seek button back quite a few times. There was a certain song I wanted to hear right now. One I've unofficially named my theme song. It's by DHT. It's called Listen to Your Heart. Yes, the piano version... What? I can't listen to emotional songs every now and then?

I know there's something in the wake of your smile.... I get emotion from the look in your eyes...

...Your little piece of heaven... turns to dark...

...Dark. Talk about irony...

Huh. Didn't I grab a book? I stifled through my bag, looking for any book of any sort, and my book light. I'd need it.

Hmm? Ah-ha! The Outisders should keep me busy for a while. A while, at least.

My book light was one of those ones that you can slide onto the page while you read, so I did just that. I opened up the book to the place I marked, Chapter 3. And I started reading.

After the movie was over it suddenly came to us that Cherry and Marcia didn't have a way to get home. Two-Bit gallantly offered to walk them home—the west side of town was only about twenty miles away—but they wanted to call their parents and have them come and get them...

God, as much as I wanted to do just that... You know? For a book that was written in 1967, it was actually pretty good. And, it kept me busy for a couple of chapters' worth reading, but... Then my light went out.

I groaned and fished through my bag. Oh, of course—I forgot one very important thing. Batteries...

My attention returned to my Pear-Pod. It must have been on shuffle, because it had went all the way up to a Journey song—Who's Crying Now?...

So many stormy nights, so many wrong or rights...Neither can change their headstrong wa-ays...

No, no. This is my unofficial theme song.

And then, I saw some lights. Headlights. Who on God's green Earth would be out this late?... Well, apart from me...

The car pulled to a stop in front of the bus stop. As I heard the slam from the driver's side, I braced myself for something bad...

Ha ha! S' a cliffhanger! XD I'm sorry, but I think they build suspense. It's a nifty little trick, ya' know?... Oh, like you've never done it.

Okay, so there are a lot of credits in this chapter.

The first one goes to S.E. Hinton with the script out of The Outsiders. I recommend you read it—It's surprisingly really good for a story that my English teacher assigned. XD

I also have to credit any of the writers for the songs I used: White Horse, Time of Dying, Listen to Your Heart, and Who's Crying Now?...

And lastly, and I need to start doing this more often, obviously, I don't own iCarly, 'cuz how often do you see something like this happening on the show? So, yeah, credit for iCarly goes to the fabulous Mr. Dan Schneider.

I'll update ASAP. 'Cuz, to be honest, I think this is a more creative idea than the classic Seddie pregnancy stories. :P

Oh, yes... As I was re-reading this, I must apologize to any boys who may have been offended by the fifth, or even the fourth, paragraph. It's just... If you were in the situation, that would probably what you'd be thinking, too. Am I not right?