So many things i want to say

Nub.

She was mad. Fuming. Deadly. Say what you like, how you like it, but Sam Puckett was going to murder Freddie Benson. She banged at his door.
" BENSON!! YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
" Go away Sam.."
"Urgh. I'll do it myself."
Freddie gulped. His palms were sweating. The blond demon smashed down the door.
" Get out, you BLOND DEMON"
Sam pounced.
She grabbed Freddie's arm, and shoved him to the floor. He instantly threw his elbows to the ground. Sam reached underneath is stomach, and yanked his elbow from underneath him. She pinned him down.
"So, nub. Prepare yourself."
Freddie reached his hand out and  grabbed Sam's belt. He pulled it, so Sam was laying beside him. He put his hand over her body, and stopped her getting up.
"So Sam, who's turn was it to prepare themselves?"
Sam pushed Freddie to the floor, and dragged him to her apartment. Outside of the door, she let him get up. Freddie shot her a terrified look, and ran.
" Ye Benson, you'd better run!"
Sam sighed, and opened the door.
" Hey Mom, hey Brook."
She looked up, and welcomed herself to her home, abusive, home.