You Will Rue The Day Icarly Novels & Stories

"Carly, I would rather have died than hurt you. I tried to stay away. I made excuses, I cancelled plans, I…" "You should have left!" Carly screamed. "You should have gotten back in your stupid truck and driven back to college and never come back! That's what a real friend would have done!" "I know," Anna whispered. "I know. I'm so sorry." "Sorry?" Carly laughed, wild and broken. "You're sorry? You're sorry?" She turned in a circle, her hands in her hair, looking like she might tear it out. "I hope you both choke on it. I hope whatever this is… this 'can't fight it' bullshit… I hope it ruins you. I hope you look back on this summer and realize you destroyed the best thing in your life for som

“What’s wrong?” “Yesterday…” I swallowed. “The call. It was Carly.” My mother gasped, and I nodded. “Carl was fighting off rogues. Before he went out, he told her to call me. Mom.” I walked closer and sat next to her on my bed. I grabbed her trembling hands and squeezed. “When we got there, he was already too far gone. We fought the rest of the rogues and burned their bodies, but Carl. He didn’t make it.” My mother covered her face and started to cry. “I’m sorry.” My mother dropped her hands and sniffled. “It’s not your fault, baby. We knew this day would come. He was just a close friend.” She wiped her tear-streaked face. “How’s Carly?”

Seeing all of that made me glad I left him. Kerry was wailing in pain as she hugged her abdomen, her white gown stained with her blood. Her face turned pale, and she was sweating profusely. She was finally not pretending to be injured. "You… You killed my son, Bruce! I'll haunt you even when I'm a ghost!" Kerry crawled over to me and tried to touch my shoe, grunting, "Nancy, Bruce was the one who made you lose your sight." Bruce maniacally charged at her when he heard what Kerry was saying. "You liar! How dare you accuse me! I'll kill you."

"I'm sorry, ma. I won't be able to make it today. It's really important." Then I ended the call and put the phone away. My hand was trembling as I kept my head rested back against the headrest. Was it okay to feel like I was being stupid? Because it felt that way. I had to go back. To drive back to Leslie or that video of us, the video of Rory and I will be all over the place on Wednesday. Rory's special day she had called it. How could someone be so mean? Tap! Tap! Tap! I gasped and jerked in my seat as I turned to my window and saw Rory's beautiful face, scrunched up in the cutest, most confused and worried manner.

Celeste said quietly, but I was already moving toward the door, too hurt to hear it. “I love him,” I announced, turning back to face her one last time. My voice was thick with tears, but I held my chin high. “If I had known you could be this cold to me, to your own mother, I never would have come here tonight. Thank you for ruining my day, Celeste. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” I didn’t wait for her response. I turned and walked out, closing the door behind me with a firm click. The hallway was dark and quiet. I leaned against the wall for a moment, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to stop crying.

He has the hottest groan in the world and I hope to the moon that I never hear it again. I honestly can’t wait for you guys to come back because I can’t face Miss. Weathers alone. All the love and please don’t judge to hardly (Killer). Hailstorm _______________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: Lacy.Lace.Graham@Tomlinson.com