to the limit [{spencer x reader}]

chapter 20: 6 feet under :)

warnings: kidnapping, torture, heartbreak, death, a lot of shit is about to go down

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SPENCER'S POV:

i had taken the metro home, alone. today i almost lost y/n. yesterday i found out that i was falling in love with her. i know, i know, falling for your best friend/fuck buddy who hates love and doesn't even like me is stupid and im supposed to be some type of genius, but that night in the shower i just knew it for sure and i don't want to stop. fuck, im so selfish. no matter what, in the end, i am going to get hurt. i am taken out of my thoughts by a text from the one and only y/n.

angel: hey spence.

me: hi angel

angel: i just wanted to tell you something.

me: go on.

angel: well i don't think we should continue doing this. you know the whole friends with benefits thing, if you should even call it that. i can tell that your getting too attached to me and i don't want a hopelessly in love boy following me around. sorry to stop it like this but it had to be done.

i couldn't even type a response. y/n's words had me completely, utterly shocked. all i could feel was rage. who is she to say that? i'm not hopelessly in love with her. yes, i might have been falling in love with her but im not attached to her. she is so fucking self-centered. she was falling in love with me too so she can't act like i was the only one. i did nothing wrong, she had commitment issues and once she saw it was getting real she fucking panicked. its not my fault that she is so fucked up. i don't love her, she means shit to me.

YOUR POV:

you drowsily opened your eyes. you were in your undergarments, your arms were tied up and hanging from the ceiling, your legs were also tied together and you were gagged. that motherfucker just kidnapped me? you tried to free yourself but that was no use.

"good morning bug." your dad, joe, said, smiling at you. you couldn't speak so you just stood there, ignoring him. "here now you could speak." he took the gag out of your mouth.

"don't fucking call me that, you fucking piece of shit." you said then spit in his face. he mumbled a 'fucking bitch' then punched you in the face, hard.

"i am your father, i could call you whatever i want." he smirked.

"you lost that title years ago. your nothing to me." you said, meaning every last word. his hand collided with your face, harder than before. pain following the blow to your face but you masked your pain, not wanting him to see you like that.

"now i thought we would go with our old traditions." joe said, pulling out a cake with candles on it. he lit all the candles and put it in front of your face expecting you to blow them out. you opted to hit the cake with your head, the cake making a mess on the floor.

"THATS IT!" he screamed and angrily searched through his bag to pull out a needle. he injected it into your arm. a powerful feeling of drowsiness overcame you, before it all went dark.

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you woke up, sharp pain surrounding your body. your arms were slashed, your right arm was broken, your face felt swollen and bruised. you wondered how long you've been out for. hours? days?

"i see your admiring my work." joe said, not even bothering to put on a fake face. the gag was back in your mouth so you couldn't say anything. he came over to you and put the needle back inside your arm, knocking you out again.