The begining of this chapter is kinda cheesy, I wrote that about 2 weeks ago D: But whatever, I hope you all enjoy this long chapter I've written :D Oh, and just a side note, as you'll kinda...sorta notice in the end of this chapter, this story is reaching the end D:D! I'm not sure how many more chapters are left...maybe 2...3...5? Just letting you guys know. (:

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It's foolish of myself to think I hate Sam. She has gotten slightly less rude, and I cant help but dislike this, though a part of me likes it, it's grateful of her for trying to help me and comfort me even if I never told her anything, and now I doubt my state of mind. I was stupid to think I couldn't tell her my situation, now she is worthy of my trust. She has changed in many ways, she's helping me, she's speaking more smoothly; her voice makes me look at her and I can't look away. What am I feeling about her you may be asking? Well... not even I myself am sure about that, I just hope it's the right feeling.

I dislike her change because, well, I miss the old Sam, the one that beats me up whenever I say something or whenever I seem down, the one that calls me random names. I honestly don't wanna let go of that side of her. I don't want her to change so drastically because of that certain situation. I want everything to be the same.

My phone vibrates besides me and I grab it and see I have a new text message from Sam. Speaking of the demon. I chuckle to myself and tap the screen to read the text.

'What happened after I left?'

I laid my head back and cranes my brain for something to answer her, something that didn't seem so bad, because honestly it was bad.

My mother and father than cursed me out with oh so many explicit words in the dictionary, than my father decided to have a man to man 'talk'and ended up punching me. I struggled to hold my posture and managed to get to the bathroom and splash water on my face. Than I remembered the infamous pills, and I remembered that since I had taken them, no wounds had formed on my body, and if they had they would quickly disappear in less than a day. It was strange, but to prevent any further arguments, I swallowed two pills and proceeded to go to sleep, since I didn't have much to do.

I pulled my head up and texted her a response, leaving only a few details out.

'Just got cussed at. Now I'm grounded.'

I pressed send and I waited no more than two seconds to receive a response from her.

'Tell me the truth.'

I rolled my eyes at her attempt on always trying to figure my life out, and decided to end the small conversation with her and put the phone down, and just stare at the ceiling and think, like I had anything better to do besides sleep and eat whatever my mom made.

Soon enough my phone vibrated once more, and I hesitantly picked it up and looked at it to see a text message from Carly. I tapped to read it.

'Dont forget, iCarly rehearsal later(:'

Staring at the message for a while, I wondered if they would even let me go; I doubted they even let me take out the trash, nothing at all to get me to step ot of this apartment. I felt imprisoned. I decided not text her and ask Richard later since my mother was now working. -Sigh-My mom. I tell her the guy treats me like crap in her face and instead she blames me for 'cussing' in her house. She probably heard me, I just guess she didn't want to face the truth, she probably thought I was making up this excuse to get him to leave since she kinda knows I dislike the guy.

But nonetheless, I end up grounded, and beaten up, and left to myself in deep thought. Nice... -.-

Yet again my phone vibrates besides me and this time I wait about a minute to pick up and expect just the right person to be texting...or calling this time.

I tap the phone answering the call and hold it to my ear. "Hello."

"Hey, what's up?" Sam asks nonchalantly from the other side of the line. I raised an eye brow and spoke. "Oh, um...not much. Just...chillin'." I answer even more nonchalant than she sounded.

"Chillin'?" Sam asked, clearing up the word like it was foreign to her.

"Chilling'" I nodded my head as if she was right in front of me.

"Your an idiot, you know that?"

I frowned and felt like hanging up on her, but I didn't because that would cause her to either call me back and insult me, or punch me and insult me the next time we meet. Either way, I didn't feel like getting insulted, or more hurt than I already was.

"So...wanna go to the groovy smoothies later?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I can't. I'm grounded, remember."

"Man, your parents are nubs." She sighed.

"Mmhmm." I muttered. There was a moment of silence, and a sudden sound distracted me from searching for something to say, and I look towards my bedroom door. It slightly opened and my dad walked in.

"Who you talking to?" He asked looking at the phone in my hands.

"Freddie." I heard Sam sigh from the phone. "Why can't you just be honest dude. It's not like your gonna die or something from telling me what's up, it's not like I should be caring, especially about you, you nub, but..."

"Someone." I answered my dad hoarsely after Sam took a small pause of her explanation.

"What?" She asked confused of what I had said.

His expression turned into anger and he marched towards me and snatched the phone right out of my hand as soon as Sam began to talk again. Oh chizz. A grin formed on his lips as Sam continued to talk on the phone, unaware that I was no longer in possession of it. I could only hear her voice far away but I didn't know what she was saying, it sounded muffled. He chuckled as he tapped 'end call' and looked at me.

"Pathetic girl. She's yours?" he asked with a grin.

I shook my head. "No."

"Well good." He said hoarsely. "She doesn't know what she's getting herself into." I heard him whisper to himself and a chuckle escaped his lips.

"What? What did she say?" I asked desperately, standing up from my bed to face him. I don't know when or from where I suddenly got this confidence, but I just had a sudden rush to know.

He gave me a death glare indicating that I was being too confident but for some reason answered my question anyway. "She's coming over so you can tell her what's going on." he said through gritted teeth. My eyes widened. Expecting he would than give me a lecture on not to tell her the least thing, he instead chuckled like I had made a silly face or something. "What? What's so funny?" I asked in a serious but confused tone of voice.

He looked at me. "I'm gonna have a little chat with her about interfering in other people's personal lives. She's just a pathetic girl hoping for you to notice how deeply she feels for you." He rolled his eyes like this moment was a movie he had seen many other times. "Pathetic. So cliché. So stupid! Does she really think she can help you out of this? No boy, I am NOT sorry to say that this is now your life, and your just gonna have to man up and suffer the consequences of your mother's mistake." he slapped him across the face and turned to the door. "Got it? Got it." He turned to see me one last time before...

"Freddie! I'm gonna drop kick you to the floor if you-" Sam stopped in mid sentence when she got to the hallway and saw my dad at the door. He turned around to see her and smiled like she was a guest we've been waiting for.

"Oh, so you are the desperate girl who was talking to Fredward on the phone? Well, I guess we'll have to talk about this." He walked over to her, she retreated until she was leaning against my parents bedroom door. I stared at the act, hoping nothing would happen, ready to do whatever to not let him hurt her. Even if she IS tough.

"Did your parents not teach you to meddle your own business? Eh? You have no right to be here, do you wish to be in his shoes?" He yelled at her, and that's when I saw Sam's face light up with anger.

"Listen her Bob! Freddie's my friend, and I just want to know if he's-"

She was suddenly cut off by him opening the door behind her and shoving her into the room. She fell to the floor and he quickly dashed in. Before he had a chance to close the door, I ran to it and pushed it open. "Let her go!" I yelled punching him in the face. He didn't even flinch, though he reacted by punching me in the chest. I took a few steps back holding my chest with one hand, and quickly tried to ignore the feeling. But when I got a hold of myself, I was being punched again, kicked, thrown to the floor, and before I knew it, I was knocked out.

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Next thing I knew I was up. I was in my parents room. I could hear someone screaming for help but I didn't comprehend any words; I didn't react. It took me a minute to look to the side and see Sam struggling to get out of His strong grip. He nearly pinned her to the bed, and Sam tried her hardest to punch him in the face as I now noticed she was yelling for me or anyone for help.

Anger boiled inside of me, and I got to my feet, ignoring the fact that I got extremely dizzy and my vision blacked out suddenly, but I charged towards them. I gripped Sam's hand and with my other hand I punched him in the face as hard as I could. This time he flinched and stumbled backwards. I dragged Sam out of the room and ran towards the exit. 'Where would be a safe place to go at a time like this?' I asked myself. Carly's maybe, though he wouldn't care Carly and/or Spencer are there, he would probably drag me out of there against anybody's will. So we ran out of the apartment complex and into the street.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked me as I stopped running and looked at the crowded street. I asked myself this same question over and over, and suddenly, had an idea. I looked back just in time to see him racing out of the building after us. I held Sam's hand and sprinted across the street, skipping cars and almost getting hit, but we managed to cross and run. He was on our tale, and even as I took shortcuts, he was still close behind.

I kept running, and turned every block I could, and ran between groups of people and crossed the streets. I was trying as best as i could to lose him, but nothing would distract him, he would folow our every step, until I turned a few more blocks and looked back to see if he was still there. He wasnt. I kept running just in case and looked back a few more times just to be sure, and when it seemed safe enough, we stooped running and I let go of Sam's hand.

"I - I think we lost him." I said through heavy breathing. I looked at Sam who had now collapsed on the floor and breathed heavily. "What is wrong with him?" She asked.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, sat on the floor and leaned my back against the bricked wall besides her. We were in an alley.

I sighed and skipped Sam's question. "Where do we go now?" I asked her, hoping she had a good answer. God was I wrong.

"The chizz do I know?" I leaned my head back and desperately thought of what to do. I was so desperate I even began to mumble "What do I do." to myself numerous times. Sam lifter her self a bit from the dirty floor and leaned her back against the wall with me. She turned her head to the side to look at me, and I closed my eyes as if an idea was going to suddenly appear right in front of my eye lids. Do I wish it was THAT easy!

"Dude, relax, I don't think your dad's psycho enough to kill us. Or I hope he's not." She turned to look at the other wall in front of us and went into her own thoughts.

"I just..." I rubbed my face with my hands and groaned. My face still hurt from earlier, and I felt my eye throbbing a bit. I was really beaten up! And to make my look even BETTER, (notice my sarcasm), I scratched the back of my head and noticed I was bleeding. My hand was now covered in blood. Sam looked at me with wide eyes. She grabbed my head and examined the back. "You should really get that checked." She said letting me go.

"Is it bad?"

She only nodded. I shook my head and even began to feel a bit dizzy. "I can't go to the hospital, my mom works there. She'll wonder what's going on."

"Why don't you just tell her the truth!" Sam exclaimed.

"It's not that easy. She won't believe me."

"How will she not believe you! Your her son! Your bleeding! Isn't that proof enough?" She was getting angry.

"She'll think I'm lying just to get him to leave. She know I kind of dislike him for leaving before."

"Kinda?" She raises an eyebrow.

I glare at her. "You get my point.

"But I don't understand, why is he doing this, why is he abusing you?"

"I never said he did that." I stated in a low toned voice.

"Isn't it obvious? I know these things Freddork." She rolled her eyes and stood from her spot. I followed her with my eyes to see her stretch and meet my gaze. "C'mon, let's go to the groovy smoothies or something."

I was about to tell her what an idiotic idea that was, but than I felt my stomach growl and tried to recall my last meal. But as I was about to answer her, my eyes met with similar eyes, and I completely lost my appetite.

"Don't be such a wuss Freddie." Sam tried to tease me. I tried to signal her to look behind her with my eyes; she seemed to get the message and slowly turned around and backed away from Richard, who was holding a gun. Great. -.-"

"Get moving." He demanded and both Sam and I nodded our heads and did as he said; I don't feel like being shot today. He lead us to his car that was a few blocks away, holding his gun in his jacket pocket defensively, like we were a pair of highly dangerous criminals. Gosh!

He made us get into the back seat and drove all the way back to Bushwell without any words.

We got to my apartment, where he held his gun more firmly and indicated us to sit in the living room couch. We did as told.

"It's time to get out of this stupid thing, to get it over with." He spoke more to himself than with us as he paced around the room.

"Why are you doing this?" Sam blurted out suddenly and showed she regretted nothing afterwards. I glared at her in disbelief and the man turned around to see her with a croocked smile on his lips.

"You really don't learn, do you now? What did we talk about earlier?" He asked sounding like he was talking to a child. Sam scoffed and decided to skip the conversation and just forget about it. The man shot her a dirty look and continued to pace. I couldn't help but think how...fatherly the question sounded from his mouth. I'm starting to get crazy...honestly. I shook my head and rub my eyes, and afterwards remember my hands were covered with blood. I look at myself in a small mirror on the side table. Blood was smeared on my cheeks a bit and on my bangs. And I also remembered how I was bleeding earlier, and I touch the back of my head to feel even more blood than there used to be. Now my hand was covered in blood, they began to tremble uncontrollably, and I felt dizzy and light headed. I shook my head, put my hand in a fist and pressed it against my chest so neither would notice.

From the corner of my eyes I could see Sam looking at me. She frowned. "What are you doing?" She whispered quietly, but not quiet enough.

"What?" I didn't have to raise my vision to know Richard had stopped his pacing and was now walking towards me. "What's your deal kid." Yep, I'm definitely going crazy, he could never sound like a father...

I don't answer him, or Sam who asked me once again what I was doing. I kept my position. My head was now throbbing, I could feel more blood going down the back of my neck and to my back. It gave me goosebumps; a shiver went up my spine. I felt I was between a rock and a hard place. I couldn't move, couldn't think over the throbbing of my head, could barely breath because all I could smell was blood.

"I'm home!" I heard my mother announce and a pair of keys to drop on a side table or something. Than a moment of silence, and she spoke up again, sounding confused and concerned, "What's going on? Why is she here?"

Finally! She will see the horrible monster this man really is. She'll realize what a horrible mistake she made into welcoming him back after all these years. She will. She'll kick him out. This is over...right?

"Marisa, its time we stop living this lie." Richard spoke up with confidence, sounding serious, and not as demented as he usually does.

"W -Wha-" My mother struggled to find the right question, but failed and got cut off. "Don't act clueless. You know very well the only reason I came back was for the money you've owed me. I want it back."

I looked up a bit to see her reaction just in time. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak but lost her chance quickly.

"And before you deny whatever it is your gonna deny with an excuse, let me...enlighten you with an offer." He smiled darkly and turned towards me. He lifted up his gun and pointed it straight to my sore head. I remained calm and expressionless. Honestly, I had gone through enough to know something like this was coming sooner or later, and I've also watched enough movies to know that if you begin to freak out you'll get killed, though this is not a movie, this is real life. Calm or not, if he's gonna kill me he'll do it without hesitating.

"I -I-" My mother broke down into sobs, and I quickly felt the sorrow wash over me, and a few tears threatened to fall as I stared at her, but I held them back and kept my position. I turned my gaze carefully to Sam to see her with wide eyes staring at my mother. I noticed her arms, her legs, even her lips trembling. I've never seen her so tense before, so...scared.

"You what?" Richard screamed, making the gun in his hands shake a bit and rose my hair. I bit my lip and prayed that his finger wouldn't slip, that he wouldn't pull the trigger at all.

Mom wiped her tears, tried as best as she could to take a hold of her cries and spoke, "Let go of Freddie and that poor innocent girl. She has nothing to do with-"

"Oh but the innocent try to help the guilty. They both stay here until I get what I need." He spoke bitterly. I nervously clawed at my bare arm and, ignoring the painful throbbing of my head as best as I could, tried out many plans in my head to do something about this, but they all failed miserably.

"I don't have it! I told you a thousand times I would pay you back, just not now...not like this." More tears cascaded down her cheeks, and smaller the hope became in me, and I was giving up, and honestly there was a moment where I thought no more than 'Its over'. I desperately looked for an answer to this situation, but none came to mind. Why would he do this? Why would he ask her for this unknown money? Why did he left? Why is he pointing a gun at his own son? And none of them were answered. I was bleeding out with lack of hope, and apparently it did end all here. It all ended here.