Notes: I pulled an all-nighter instead of getting sleep for my babysitting job and color guard practice to write you guys this. You better be thankful.


I walked into the office building holding onto Freddie's hand tightly. We went into his office room and we sat like we regularly do, Freddie in his seat with my extra chair pulled close to him and my feet resting in his lap. Freddie's hand was resting on my thigh as he started doing his regular boring office work.

I groaned in annoyance. "When are they going to get here?" I asked.

Freddie rolled his eyes at me. "When they get here," he said.

The door to the main offices opened and Abigail walked into the room. She spotted us and shot me a short glare and headed toward her office. After a few minutes, I saw her coming back to our direction. She knocked on the door and Freddie motioned her to enter. "Freddie," she said calmly. "Linda told me that she received a call from Green Apple. They were wondering whether their old employee, Justin Branks, had recently received a job here because he is untrustworthy and is trying to steal ideas from companies to merge them together and create his own. I checked the files and saw that mine haven't been updated for two months. So..."

Freddie sighed and took his hand off my thigh and started looking in the data base on his computer. I glanced up and saw Abigail had been looking at where his hand was, so I smirked at her and she glared at me some more.

"It seems that he hasn't been employed. Can you tell Linda and Rosanna to not hire anyone with his name?" Freddie said after a few minutes.

Abigail nodded her head. "Of course," she said. She started to turn around and leave, but stopped. "Mr. Adams has been wondering if you could possibly go to the country club tonight for a meeting dinner thing."

Freddie raised an eyebrow. "Family -"

"No family," Abigail said quickly.

"I'm sure Mr. Adams wouldn't mind Sam tagging along. He does like her... wild spirit," Freddie said carefully. I raised an eyebrow at the 'wild spirit' thing.

"I... I guess so...," Abigail said a little sadly.

"I'll IM him," Freddie said.

Abigail sighed and she, for once, looked weak and lost. "I guess that's all," she said. "See you, Freddie." With that, she walked off.

I looked over at Freddie as his phone rang. He quickly answered it and started talking on the phone. "They said they'd investigate a little more before they do anything big," he told me. I nodded my head. "And Mr. Adams said that you can come with me. It'll be at five to ten. That alright?" he asked.

I tap my chin and think about my life. "No," I said. "I have to pick Jena and Ruby up from their day camp."

"Do you want my mom to pick them up?" he asked.

"No!" I shout quickly. "I mean, no thanks. I'll just get Carly." I grab his cell phone out of his hand and dial Carly's number. She answers quickly and then I sigh while hanging up. "Carly can't get them. She and Gibby just have to go on a little date at a restaurant and hotel tonight," I tell him.

"Where are their -"


"Ah." Freddie pauses for a second. "So who's picking them up?"

I sigh. "My mom's in town..."

"Do you think it's safe?" Freddie asks me.

"Of course," I tell him. "My mom has quit smoking, drinking, being a whore, and all that other stuff. She even has her license back. It'll be fine." Freddie nods his head as I call my mom.


I walked into the house and heard Liz talking on the phone. "Yeah," she said while giggling. "I'm just watching TV." I slammed the door and announced loudly that I'm home. "Oh great. Mom's home. I gotta go. Bye," she said angrily.

I walked into the living room. "You didn't have to hang up," I tell her. She just ignored me and watched TV. "Whatever," I said. I left the room and went into the bedroom and started looking through the closet for something fancyish to wear. I finally found a light blue dress and put it on with black heels. I glanced in the mirror. "There, now you actually don't look like a wild girl," I said to myself.

I heard the door open and Freddie walked into the room. "Gotta get dressed," he said without even glancing at me. I rolled my eyes and left the room.

I knocked on Jason's door and heard a grumble. The door pulled open and Jason stood there, glaring at me. "What?" he asked.

"Grandma is going to pick up Jena and Ruby and bring them home from their camp," I told him. "Your dad and I will be at the country club for a meeting thing that your dad's boss, Mr. Adams, is hosting. We'll be home at about ten."

"Whatever," he said.

He started to slam the door shut, but I stopped it. "Jason, are you okay?" I asked carefully.

"Of course," he said. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just..." I trailed off as Freddie walked out of the room.

"Time to go," he said to me.

I nod my head. "Bye, Jason," I said quietly. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled back immediately and I gave him a little smile. "A true man would let his mom kiss him. He'd even kiss her," I told him. He rolled his eyes and kissed me on the cheek. "Bye."

"Bye, mom," he said carefully. He then slammed the door shut.

I felt Freddie wrap an arm around my waist and he started to lead us out of the house. "Bye, Liz!" I shouted. "Your father and I are going to the country club for a Lime Company meeting and we won't be home till ten. Grandma will be dropping off Ruby and Jena."

"Whatever!" Liz shouted back.

I closed the door and locked it and ran to the car after Freddie. He held the passenger door open for me and grabbed my wrist before I sat down. He leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "You look breath-taking in that dress." I blushed a little and felt my nerves going wild. He let go and I sat down in the seat while he closed the door and went to the driver's side.

We finally arrived at the club and I saw people dressed up everywhere. A hand was suddenly on my shoulder and I turned around. "Good evening, Mrs. Benson," Mr. Adams said to me.

I gave him a small smile. "Good evening, Mr. Adams," I said kindly while Freddie said the same thing. Mrs. Adams showed up behind him and waved at us.

"It was nice to see you two here," he said. "I must go now... Duty calls for greeting everyone." He quickly started to walk away with his wife right behind him.

"Let's find a place to eat," Freddie said while grabbing onto my hand and leading us towards a table. I sat down next to him and I felt his hand find it's way to my thigh again.

"You better hope no one sees you being so inappropriate, Mr. Benson," I said in an English accent. He rolled his eyes at me.

"May I sit?" Abigail said coming out of practically nowhere.

"Of course," Freddie said. "You can sit there." He motioned towards the empty seat.

Abigail smiled and sat down. I noticed the slap on her dress starting to fall off her shoulder and well, her dress was extremely showing cleavage. I was hoping Freddie didn't notice. I glanced over at him, but noticed he was looking down at my legs. I rolled my eyes and stepped on his foot.

"Ow!" he shouted.

"What?" Abigail and I said at the same time, which made us both glare at each other.

Freddie grumbled under his breath for a few seconds. "Nothing. I just... I just hit my foot against the chair," he said.

"I've done that before. It's not good. Let's hope your toes aren't broken," Abigail told him confidently, all signs of weakness gone. "I can check your foot for you if you'd like."

"No thanks," Freddie said carefully.

"Are you sure?"


"What's Mr. Benson so sure about over here?" Mr. Adams said from behind me.

"He hit his foot against the chair really hard and I said I could make sure his toes aren't broken, but he won't let me check," Abigail said innocently.

"Why, Mr. Benson. Why don't you just let the girl make sure you're safe? She did go to medical school for a year," Mr. Adams said.

"I'm fine," Freddie said.

"I insist that you do," Mr. Adams said with a hint of anger in his voice. "Just not here. There's a room over there that the two of you can go in. I'll just sit here and keep Mrs. Benson company."

Abigail grinned triumphantly and smirked at me, an evil glint in her eyes. She stood up and held her hand out for Freddie. "Come on, grab my hand. It'll help you walk in case your toes are broken," she said.

Freddie shook his head. "I can walk on my own," he told her.

"If you insist," she said. They then headed off to the room Mr. Adams had pointed out.

Mr. Adams turned and looked at me. "Mrs. Benson," he said carefully. "There's something different about you."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your eyes. It's like... they hide a secret power behind them."

I gulped a little. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You...," he shook his head. "I have to go. Mrs. Adams is waiting on me." He quickly stood up and walked off. I sighed and sat there for a few minutes and quickly got bored. I stood up and started walking to the room.

I stood in front of the door and heard Abigail's voice. "Does this hurt?" she asked sweetly.

"Not really," Freddie answered.



"So, it seems your toes aren't broken, just bruised," she said. I slowly opened the door and peeked in. "Freddie," she said slowly. "Why do you love Sam?"

"Why do I...," Freddie stopped. "Sam... She's amazing. She's funny, kind -"

"Kind? Doesn't seem like it to me," Abigail said.

"But she is," he said. "So kind. She may torture me pretty much everyday, but she honestly does love and care for me. Also, around the kids, she can sometimes be so motherly to them. And that's always a good thing. Even today, with Jason, our son, she talked to him about something that I didn't hear about, but I know it was important."

"So she's nice?" Abigail asked sadly.


"But... She can't be. She's horrible, abusive, mean. She's a bully. She tortured me when we were in fourth-" Abigail stops talking suddenly.

"What?" Freddie asked.

"She... Nothing. It doesn't matter."

"You knew Sam in fourth grade?" he asked her.

Abigail doesn't say anything for a while. "Yes," she whispered. "I was new to school. And she immediately hated me and tortured me everyday. I left after that year."

"That was Sam before she matured. She's different now. Trust me," Freddie said.

I stayed where I was and racked my brain for a memory of fourth grade. The only thing that came to me was torturing Freddie in fourth grade. There was no new girl. She was never there. I closed my eyes and tried to remember it all. But Abigail never showed up in my memories. She's making this up. I was about to burst into the room and call her a liar when I finally opened my eyes.

Abigail had grabbed Freddie and decided to kiss him.

I rushed into the room and grabbed her hair and pulled her back. "You filthy little whore!" I screamed. "You're a fuckin' liar too! You weren't in my fourth grade class and I never tortured you! The only person I ever tortured in fourth grade was Freddie and Gibby! No one else."

"I... Let go of my hair!" she shouted. She turned around and grabbed my legs and I toppled to the ground. I accidentally let go of her hair and she got on me and started punching me. "You're the liar!" she shouted. "I was in fourth grade with you! You made fun of my hair, my eyes, my laugh, my smile, my face, my body, everything! You were horrible to me!"

"It's not true!" I shouted as I tried to punch and kick her, but she had grasped my wrists and kept them to the ground and her knees were on my legs.

"Sam! Abigail! Stop!" Freddie shouted. He bent down and grabbed Abigail's arm, but she twisted around and slapped him across the face.

"Let go of me!" she screamed. I took my chance and grabbed her waist and pushed her to the ground and pinned her down. "Get off!" she screamed again. "Get off!"

"I hope you go to hell, whore," I hissed into her face.

"That's enough," Freddie said. He grabbed my waist and pulled me off Abigail. He grabbed onto my arms and put them against my side and he held me against him tightly. He glared at Abigail. "Make one move to attack Sam and I'll let go of her," he warned her.

I wriggled around in his grasp. "I'd unleash me now and teach her a lesson!" I screamed.

The doors flew open and tons of people were standing there with their eyes wide open. Abigail crumpled into a ball on the floor and started crying. The eyes of the people looked at her with kindness and then glared at me. "What?" I yelled at them.

Freddie leaned over. "Hush," he breathed into my ear. "Calm down before they start to think you attacked her. Well... You did... But... Whatever." He right hand which nobody at the door could see, traveled down my side. I felt myself start to relax and I leaned into Freddie. "Good girl," he whispered.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Adams asked angrily at the door.

Abigail whimpered. "Mrs. Benson... She... She attacked me and... and," she stopped and started crying into her hands.

"She's lying," I shouted as I escaped Freddie's grasp. I felt him grab my arm and pull me back towards him. I took a deep breath and said calmly. "She's lying. I did attack her, but I had good reasons. She was kissing my husband and speaking lies about me."

"You could have done something in a calmer way," Mr. Adams said angrily. "You didn't have to hurt the poor girl. She didn't deserve to be attacked by you."

"Yes, she did!" I shouted.

Mr. Adams took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Mr. Benson," he said calmly, yet angrily.

"Yes?" Freddie said nervously.

"I'll let you keep your job since you're so wonderful at what you do, but," he paused and took another deep, calming breath. "But your wife isn't allowed in the office building or at the meetings, outings, or anything. Nothing. And if you ever get a free vacation from the company, she's not allowed to go on it."

I was about to yell that that wasn't fair, but Freddie's hand covered my mouth before I even took a breath to scream it. "Yes, Mr. Adams," Freddie said. "I'm sorry for what happened tonight."

"Good," Mr. Adams said. "I want your wife out of here in fifteen minutes. If she's not gone by then, well... You'll lose your job."

I clenched my fists in a way of calming myself.

"Someone please help Mrs. James over there," Mr. Adams said, motioning to a weeping Abigail.

I felt Freddie grab onto my arm and he led me away from the room. We were quickly in the parking lot and he opened the door and sat down in the passenger's seat. "Freddie..."

"Sit down," he said. I sighed and sat down on his lap.

"I'm sorry. I didn't -"

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Sam," Freddie said putting a finger over my mouth. "Abigail shouldn't have done what she did. She shouldn't have lied and... She just shouldn't have. I don't understand why Mr. Adams is suddenly siding with her."

"Maybe it's because I have a criminal record and I'm very violent and can't be trusted?" I suggested.

Freddie put a hand on my knee. "Maybe," he said. "But Abigail did fight back. And... I don't know." He sighed and leaned his head back against the headrest. "Maybe when Mr. Adams calms down, I can ask him to lift a few things - like the vacation one. That one is just a little too harsh. And maybe he'll punish Abigail."

"Why should he?" I ask. "She's about to be punished enough by being thrown in jail."

Freddie laughed a little. "Yeah, then maybe he'll change his mind about you," he told me.

"Maybe," I said. We sat in silence for a few minutes and then I stopped. "Are you going back inside?" I asked him.

"Sadly," Freddie said. "It's my job and I don't want Mr. Adams to be any more angry at me." I nodded my head sadly. "But to be honest, I'd rather just sit here in the car with you and talk... and maybe take that gorgeous dress off you."

I laughed and playfully punched him. "Why thank you, Mr. Pervert," I said. Freddie laughed and kissed me on the lips quickly.

"I'll be back soon," he said, kissing me one more time. I jumped out of the car and Freddie climbed out and then I sat back in.

I watched as Freddie walked back into the club. I sighed and glanced at the watch. Three more hours till Freddie would be back. I grumbled and started playing games on my phone. Suddenly, the phone started ringing from a weird number. "Hello?" I asked uncertainly.

"Is this Samantha Benson?" a woman's voice asked.

"Yes," I said.

"This is Margaret Williams from the Seattle Hospital," she said.

I took a deep, sudden breath. Worry hitting me in my stomach.

"There was an accident. Your mother was driving with your two daughters - Jena and Ruby - with her in the storm. She slid off the road and wrecked into a tree." My hand flew to my mouth and I fought back sudden tears. "Your mother... I'm sorry, she's dead." I gasped as a tear slid down my cheek. "Jena was in the passenger's seat and she's cut horribly and she's in a coma. Ruby, she's has a few broken bones and lots of cuts." I almost dropped my phone as the pain hit me. "You need to come to the hospital immediately," she told me.

"I'll be there as soon as possible," I croaked.

"I'm sorry," Margaret said.

"I know," I whispered. I hung up and climbed out of the car and shakily ran to the building. "Freddie! Freddie!" I screamed. "I need you! It's Jena and Ruby and my mom and the hospital! Oh god! Freddie!"


I stood in the small hospital room with Freddie by my side. I looked down at Ruby who was fast asleep. I ran a hand through her bright red hair and kissed her cheek. "I love you," I whispered quietly. I looked over at Freddie who was still in shock. Neither of us had been able to drive, so Mrs. Adams, who was currently mad at Mr. Adams for being so harsh to me and not Abigail, drove us to the hospital. She was currently outside calling Carly and Gibby.

There was a knock on the door and Freddie went to answer it. "Do you want me to call your other children?" Mrs. Adams asked quietly. I looked back at her and shook my head. I slowly went to her and grabbed the phone.

"I'll do it," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" Freddie asked me worriedly.

I nodded my head and kissed him on the cheek. "Just be here when she wakes up," I told him. He nodded his head and went over to her bedside. I quickly went outside and dialed Liz's phone number.

"Who is this?" Liz asked.

"Your mother," I croaked.

"Hey, mom," Liz said. "I've been worried sick. I've tried to call grandma and you, but no one has answered. And... Why are you calling from a weird number? Jena and Ruby still aren't home."

"Liz," I said. "Gibby, Max, and Matt are coming over to the house to spend the night with you and Jason."

"Why?" Liz asked worriedly.

"There was an accident with your grandmother and sisters," I said carefully.

There was a sudden silence. "How bad?" she whispered.


"I'll tell Jason," she whispered.

"Be strong," I said.

"You too."

"I love you, Liz. I love you so much."

"I love you too, mom," she said. I hung up and slowly went back to the hospital room that Ruby was staying in.

"Do you know about Jena?" I asked Freddie as I walked in.

He shook his head. "Doctors and nurses won't let us in yet," he told me.

I'm sorry. It had to happen. The vision appeared from Jena in chapter 20, so you know...

Anyways, I like this chapter much more than the last few that I've posted. I hope you guys like it too. And yes, I've had everything planned from the start. So I didn't just suddenly go, "Oh! I'll make Pam die and then have Jena and Ruby be in a terrible accident." No. I literally took the time for once and wrote down everything that was to happen. Sure, I added a few things as the story progressed, but whatever. It adds to the drama of the story.

Anyways, I'm in a bad mood. I read the Gemma Doyle Trilogy (great books by the way. I definitely recommend them) and I finished the last book and (spoilers) I'm pissed. The author just had to pretty much kill Kartik by attaching him to the damn tree in the Winterlands. So now Gemma doesn't have Kartik to love anymore and... Ugh. Kartik was amazing. Why'd he have to die. So now I'm in the mood where I just point at something and say, "Fuck you. And you. And you. And definitely you." But... The books are so amazing and Libba Bray made his doom so sad and breath-taking and wonderful and magical and... *teardrop*

Whatever. Till the next update! :D

P.S. Notice how this one came out faster than most of the others. Yay!