A/N: Thanks for reading guys

A/N: Thanks for reading guys! : ) Really, it makes me feel spesh. I’ll probably update a lot, because I’ve got basically a lot of the story planned out in my head. But please, please, please! If you have any suggestions tell me! Oh and review please! I love reading reviews and stuff.

Chapter two

Spencer was staring at his ceiling. The moon peered into his room, giving off shadowy light. The events of earlier that day still ran through his head. Her clean smell, damp hair, and soft lips, sent shivers down his spin. But, no matter how right it felt, or how good, it couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t believe what he did… He felt so guilty.

Flashhhhback

“Sam...” he gently pushed her off of him. “We can’t do this… This isn’t legal, this isn’t right.”

Her lip quivered and she nodded in agreement. “I’m sorry, Spence.”

He touched her hand, “Listen… There’s no reason to apologize, it’s as much my fault as yours.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “We can’t let this happen again, okay?” he rested his chin on her head. “It’s better if we just forget about it, and move on. I mean… You’re practically my sister.” He was lying. They both knew that.

“Oh… She wasn’t a doctor… By the way.” He tried to lighten the mood a bit, and she gave a half smile.

Sam woke up the next morning in a daze, her bed still smelt like him, her sheets and pillows drank his musky cologne, and sent it right back to her. She hated it, the reminder of the night before wouldn’t leave her alone.

Just ‘forget about it’, how? How can I forget about something so real, so raw?

She just felt like vomiting.

“Oh, wow Sam, HSN?” Carly plopped down by Sam. “I didn’t realize this was on your favvie list.”

“Huh?” she wasn’t watching the TV, well, she ‘was’, but her mind wasn’t focusing on it.

“Oh, well uh, look at that, those are some cute shoes. Mmhm. What’s that number…”

“Uhm… Those look like some Ms. Briggs would wear… Ew.” Sam didn’t laugh, Sam didn’t even pay attention. “Hellooo, Sam?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m just… Tired..” she faked a yawn. “So what are you and Freddie doing today?” she pretended to be interested.

She grinned. “Well, it is our six WEEK anniversary, so we’re going out on a date, you know, romantic.”

She rolled her eyes. “Uh huh.” There was that feeling of vomit again.

“Morning Spence!” Carly shouted to her brother, while Sam tried to avoid any eye contact with him.

He gave a wave, and walked into the kitchen to get some coffee.

”Hey, get Sam a cup too! She’s about to pass out.” he nodded, and took out a separate cup for her. Giving her the cup, she gave a quiet thanks, while look at the cup, and only the cup.

“Oh man, guys, I’ve got to go! I promised Freddie-bear that I’d meet him five minutes ago.” And she hurried out the door, the shutting echoed for what seemed to be ever.

They sat in the silence for minutes, watching the TV intently.

“Well, that movie looks badass.” Spencer broke the silence, while the new Batman movie trailer was on. She nodded in agreement.

“Car and I were supposed to see it tonight, but she had her stupid ‘week’aversary.” She sipped her coffee.

“Well… I mean… We could see it, if you’d like? I mean…” he looked at her nervously. “I mean, like a brother/sister thing.”

She felt sick again. ‘Brother/sister’ that’s not what we are; we’re not related in any way, shape or form, so he needs to stop acting like it.

She let it go though. “Yeah, that’d be sweet I guess.” She lied. They both knew that this was going to be the most awkward thing.

Sam was busy getting ready, she straightened her hair, gave herself a glossy pout, and long lashes, and put on a basic tee and a pair of skinny blue jeans, followed by her a basic black Van’s slip on. She checked herself out in the mirror, the jeans hugged her in all of the right places, and her hair was sleek, but still had some volume.

Spencer slid on his blue Nike Dunks, and tossled his messy hair, his way of stylizing it, before making his way out to the living room.

”Sam,” he called, “Are you almost ready?”

She gave her self a few final touches before grabbing her purse and heading out to meet Spencer. The duo left the apartment together, and to Spencer’s car.

He handed her his iPod “Pick something.” The theater was maybe seven minutes away, but in the time she put his iPod on shuffle, the only songs that played were all sappy love songs. “Soo…” Spencer tried to break the silence again, “This movie looks so sweet!”

“Yeah..” she said, not adding much more to the conversation. They pulled into the theater parking lot.

She pulled out her wallet once they got into the ticket line.

”What are you doing? You’re not paying for this, you know that right?” he shooed her wallet away back into her purse, and bought both tickets.

He gave her a gentle pat on the back. “Sorry… It’s just, I don’t know, I figured you weren’t paying for me.” She laughed a bit.

“Oh my god… Is that Car?” she saw the familiar brunette as they were taking their seats.

Spencer followed her finger.

“Oh man…” they huddled together “It totally is.”
”She lied! She said she had important things to do with Freddie, and here she is, but where’s Freddie?” Spencer tapped her, and pointed to her date.

“Nu-uh! Is that Freddie?” both looked shocked as they saw a serious fan dressed up in head-to-toe Batman gear.

The movie ended, and they returned back to the car.

“Listen Spence…” she started “I think… I’m moving in with my dad… Tonight.” She looked at him, emotionless. “I mean… I think it’ll just be easier for us both, if I’m not there every night and everyday. I mean, I’ll still come over, but… Not all the time.”

He nodded in understanding. Truth be told, this was the most uncomfortable date of his life. It wasn’t a date though.

“Well, I guess I’ll drop you off right now, okay?” he said solemnly.

They pulled up to a rather dingy apartment lot. “If you don’t mind,” he looked around “I want to walk you inside, just, to you know, make sure you make it there alright.” She laughed, and got out of the car, Spencer following.

She tapped her foot nervously “Thanks for the movie, by the way.” She gave him a smile.

“Uh, yeah. No problem.” The elevator they were on smelled like urine and the carpet was all stained. “So… Your dad lives on the fourth floor right?”

She nodded. “Number 403, right across the hall from the elevator.”

He looked over at her. She was scared, she was more than scared, she was absolutely terrified. “What’s wrong?”

She laughed off his question. “Nothing, what would give you-“ the ding of the elevator stopping, interrupted her, and she swallowed hard. “Oh… Here we are…”

He walked her to her door. “Sam… I’m sorry…” their eyes were like magnets, that just kept on pulling them together. “Really…” I… They moved closer to each other am… Lips parting, they meshed, he held her close.

She backed away. “I’m… I’ll… I’ll call you tomorrow.” She opened the door to the apartment. “I need to get the rest of my stuff. Bye.” She gave him a slight wave, before disappearing behind the fake wood.

“Hello?” she looked around. The apartment was filthy, bottles were scattered everywhere, and cigarette burns were all over the furniture and carpet. “Dad?”

“I saw you out there.” A large man stumbled out of the dark hallway, bottle of whiskey in hand.

“What?” she gave him a confused eye, “Out ‘where’?”
He took another pull off of the almost empty bottle. “Out there, in the hall. You were practically fucking him.” One more pull. “You’re a whore,” Finishing off the bottle. “Just like your mother.” He threw the thick glass in her direction, which shattered against the wall.

The bottle was easy to miss, “Hey, listen,” she tried to reason with him. “I’m really tired, so I think I’m just going to go to…”

“Tired from fucking” he slurred, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “You’re just like your mother, you’re going to fuck your way to the top.” He hiccupped. “But you’ll never be shit.”

She tried to run around him, but he grabbed her by her hair. “Long hair… Only whores have long hair.” He took a pair of scissors from the counter and cut a good seven inches off. “Maybe with out that, you’ll learn to keep your legs shut.” He threw the hair her face, tears were streaming down, and the hair stuck to it. She sobbed on the ground, trying to comprehend what happened in the last ten minutes, why she didn’t just stay with Spencer… Where she was safe … why she didn’t realize that this was going to happen.

Her father lit up a cigarette and finished off his beer.

“I was hoping you’d be different, you wouldn’t be like your mother, but obviously living in that house with her…” she walked away from him, to her room, and locked the door.

The room was small, but filled with cute family portraits, of a happy family, and not the broken one she has now. Everything in the room made her break down, tears ran down her face, she hated this, she hated him, and she hated her, her “parents”, a mother who abandoned her, and a father who abuses.

“HEY!” loud banging came from the door. “How many times do fucking tell you, you don’t lock doors in my fucking house.” He was going to break down the door.

“Dad, hold on, calm down and I’ll unlock it.” Reasoning with him was impossible.

“Calm? Who says I’m not calm?!” he continued to bang on the door.

She pulled out her cell phone, trying to relax herself, and calm her shaking she called the one person she could trust.

A/N: : ) HUH I WONDER WHO SHE CALLED!! UH OHH

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