” She whimpered being urged into a warm body, convinced that the arms wrapped around her pathetic crying form would protect her. She grasped onto Spencer with white knuckles, sobbing into the material of her shirt. It hurt. Everything always fucking hurt. Daddy's going out, Angel. And if you never see me again just know I love you with all my heart. Your Mommy did something very bad to me and I have to go away for a little while but I still love her and you should too. I want you to always love your Mommy, Angel and take care of her. I want you to make sure she stays safe and protect her. I'll see you soon, Love Daddy.
Her lips silently formed the word 'No' as she lied awake refusing to open her eyes. The note occupied her thoughts and she turned angry. Christine had killed her father. She was convinced. The bitch cheated on him and he couldn't take the betrayal. It was too much for a man deeply in love with his wife. Michael. She cheated on him with fucking Michael. And not too long after Raife's funeral he was living in his house fucking his daughter.
Brown eyes snapped open fuming. She felt sick a second later. The darkness surrounding her was familiar, she made out everything with ease and it horrified her. She was at Spencer's house, in her room, on her bed.....lying beside her. She didn't bother trying to remember how she got there. Her memory was foggy and she didn't want to know what led her to the blonde's house. The last thing she remembered was being...with him.
Carefully slipping out of the bed, she noticed the blonde's pajama clothes on her body and paused. Her head turned and she stared at the sleeping girl. The tears fell immediately. Guilt washed over her along with shame. Her girlfriend's hands touched her filthy clothes, removing them from her disgusting body, to put clean pajamas on her so she could sleep comfortably.
She had to get out of there. Quietly, she looked around for her old clothes and car keys in the dark. Being there was killing her, she couldn't stand it knowing what she had done the night before, every detail clear and crisp in her mind. Fucking him sober was a bad idea. Her dirty clothes were neatly folded on top of the dresser. She fell to her knees realizing her keys were nowhere to be found. She was stuck. Deciding to take a shower, she got up and headed to the bathroom. She needed to wash him off her skin.