Only For One Night

Ready to Kill

"Listen to me, I don't have time to explain to you... I just need you to do me a huge favor" she said over the phone. "Do you remember when I asked you to do something for me? And you was just about to do it and then I just told you now is not the right time? Well, now it is. I need you to handle that for me. No evidence. Make it seem like it wasn't a set up. He has to die" she said before hanging up. Spencer knocked before walking in. "Hey.. what's up?" She wasn't able to look at him. She rubbed her arms, wincing a little because of her bruised ribs. He closed the door before walking over, standing in front of her. He held out his hands, she slowly took it, standing up. He placed his hand against her ribs, tears started to well up in her eyes. He slowly tried to lift her shirt so that he could kiss her ribs but she stopped him. She didn't want him to see her bruises. He looked her in her eyes, she shifted hers down. He caressed her cheek, she slowly looked back in his eyes. He slowly leaned in, this time she didn't stop him. He kissed her softly, she gripped the sides of his shirt. He slowly raised her shirt, he pulled away from the kiss seeing the large bruise. He looked at her seeing her shut her eyes crying. He leaned down, kissing her bruise gently. She opened her eyes seeing him kiss it again. He noticed another bruise going up her side. He slowly raised her shirt some more, seeing the multiple ones. He felt so much rage. He knew Asher was beating her. "You deserve better" Spencer told her. She was crying, shaking her head "No, I don't. God.... I let you go. Without letting you explain everything to me. I wouldn't be in this abusive relationship if I would've stayed" he shook his head before kissing her again. This time it was a lot more passionate. He felt her hands rubbing against his chest. He pulled away and slowly tried to take her shirt off but she stopped him. "Spencer we can't...." he sighed.

Spencer stayed on the couch waiting for Jordan who never came back. Olivia was waiting to get her phone call to let her know that her request was accomplished. She didn't get her request. She was very anxious. She tried to call Jordan but it went straight to voice message. She was startled by Spencer opening her door. "Did you hear about Jordan?" She felt her heart sink. "N-No..." she was anxious to know. "He's at the hospital. I guess him and Asher got into it and he's pretty banged up" he told her. "Fuck!" She slammed her phone down on the floor. She started to grunt out of frustration. "Liv, what's going on? Why are you keeping me from knowing what is going on because clearly Jordan knows something that I don't" she stood up. "I'm trying to protect you—" he shouted "Protect me?!" She flinched from him yelling but he didn't catch it "You're the one who needs protection—" she cut him off "And how do you know that, huh? You don't know me anymore Spencer! You're a football athlete who goes and fucks any woman with a skirt on. I'm sure Rochelle is on the list so please go fuck her and leave me the hell alone" she leaned down to pick up her phone but the pain was intolerable, also Spencer noticed her bruise when his shirt went up that she was wearing revealing her bruises. Spencer stepped to her when she stood up properly. "Those bruises, he did that to you didn't he?" She was silent. He slowly raised her shirt up seeing the bruises all over her back. He was angry to the point he had tears welled up. Seeing the love his life like this broke him. He needed to find Asher. It was like she read his mind, she turned around to face him. "Make me feel good.... like old times" she placed her hands against his chest. "Liv, you need to get these bruises looked at" he told her. "I need you to kiss me" a tear fell from her eyes. "I need your protection. I need to feel good, Spencer. I've been feeling like a prisoner for so long" she cried. He placed his hands on her face, kissing her passionately.

Olivia stood naked in the middle of the room. A tear fell from his eyes but he wiped it quickly. Her bruises went down her back, butt, and legs. Spencer placed his hands on her shoulders "I'm not beautiful... I'm sorry I'm not who I used to be" her voice cracked. She closed her eyes while continuing to cry. She felt her heart melt, something she hasn't felt in a long time. Feeling his lips kiss her bruises, one by one, maybe her feel so loved. He couldn't handle it anymore he wanted to go kill Asher for doing this. She realized he wasn't kissing her bruises anymore, so she turned around to see him crying. They were both emotional. Olivia placed her hand against his cheek, caressing it. He clenched his jaw, trying to clear his tears up. He wiped them off his face. "Not a day that went by, when I wasn't thinking about you" she looked down. "What did he do to you. I wanna know... tell me" his voice cracked. "H-He started abusing me when his career ended. He would drink.. drinking would just be worse. He spits in my mouth in the mornings. I eat off the floor. I have sex with him when he wants to which feels like rape... it's so painful. If I cry he would be even rougher. If he sees me looking at another man he beats me and then he pees on me. That day when I was at the hospital a few days ago he tied a belt around my neck and dragged me. He tried to kill me..." she tucked her lips in crying. "He gave me an STD that I had to get surgically removed. He has sex with prostitutes and is married with kids" Spencer was so furious. He knew he had to do it. His career meant nothing to him right now. The only thing that mattered was Olivia. He kissed her forehead softly "I love you" he told her before turning around opening the door, walking out. "Spencer?" She walked out of the bedroom and the door slammed. She quickly got dressed, ran to the door, opening it to find him speeding off "Spencer! No!!" She closed the door before her hands started to shake. She didn't want him to go after Asher. She didn't want the explosion to happen with him being there. And it's not like she had his number anymore to call and warn him.

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