Sam's POV
I can barely allow myself to look at his cuts. The blood drips from them- who would've ever suspected this?
I drag Freddie down to an abandoned house I stay in some nights to get away from Mom. I tell him to sit down on the dirty floor, and he obeys blindly.
I suddenly feel guilty for all the names I've called him, all the times I've hit him. But why should I feel guilty? I've done nothing wrong.
But somehow, seeing Mrs Benson hitting Freddie reminds me of myself.
I don't have bandages, so I rip the sleeves off my long sleeved shirt. I tie them around Freddie's arms, applying a bit of pressure to the wounds to help them stop bleeding,
When I touch him, he whimpers. It reminds me of me.
This is so different from the Freddie I know. This Freddie knows pain that I know, one that Carly never will.
Freddie looks up at me.
"Why?" He asks.
Freddie's POV
Sam's eyes twinkle like two stars in the moonlight.
But I can see the pain hiding in them. They reflect my own.
Mom is waiting for me. I need to go back. To be her geeky angel again.
She loves me.
Sam's wrapped some fabric around my cut arms. It looks like she tore the sleeves off her shirt.
Something catches my eye. A tiny cut on Sam's arm. And as my eyes drift up to her shoulder, I notice around ten or fifteen more.
I glance down at my own arm. The cuts are jagged, and bleeding. But Sam's cuts are definitely of the same type as mine.
Her mom must love her too.
But this doesn't make sense logically too me. Sam's mom is abusive it seems like. But my Mom isn't.
So why do we have the same cuts?
I find myself staring at her lips as she works on my arms. Bad thoughts lead to bad actions, I tell myself.
Why is Sam helping me? It all doesn't make sense.
Mrs Benson's POV
Well. I guess the best mom award goes to me. Or it did. Before that rotten Sam showed up and took my Freddie away.
Freddie doesn't leave. He's not allowed too.
I'm done spending my time vacuuming up my problems, wiping them off with a rag.
Carly bursts in the door. "Where's Freddie?" She demands.
Carly's POV
Well. I'm getting sick and tired of Sam. "Where's Freddie?" I demand.
"Sam took him somewhere! I don't know!"Mrs Benson replies.
I get an idea.
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FanfictionFreddie has always loved Carly. Carly's never liked him back. Until now. But Freddie has a secret.. and Sam does too. And of course there's Carly, lurking around, plotting something big.. TW: self harm, abuse #2 in #samandfreddie #10 in #icarly #2 i...
