𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝
After coming home one night from sneaking out to a party, seventeen year old Sabrina finds her mother, father, and sister dead. While FBI agent David Rossi investigates this case, he cracks it a...
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Sabrina Woods
Time seemed to move faster in the next few days.
My skin didn't seem to want to take a break from being irritated, continuing to raise and rub red all over in hives. I'd occasionally think back to what Nix had said, his words stuck across my brain like a magnet.
Was I looking to get high?
I tried to shake the thoughts off, my head spinning just thinking about taking a hit of dust at this time.
Diana had been crying on and off for the last few days, every once in a while trying to work up the nerve to go see her son.
JJ had come by while I was at Spencer's apartment, bringing her sons to see Diana. They played with Hallie on the days I brought her, and I think it made Diana feel a bit better.
I'd been over to clean the apartment, wash the dishes, cook anything I could whenever I could for Diana. I'd begun to feel like I was on autopilot as I worked around Spencer's apartment, finding solace in picking up the scattered books or his cardigans that Diana began pulling out of the closet when she was looking for her own things.
While being in his apartment, my mind was all consumed by Spencer.
I thought of the first time he'd come to my rescue, the second and third- he'd always been there for me since, literally, the day I'd met him. And here I was, cowering away in his apartment, too afraid to see the man I'd grown to adore behind bars.
The night Spencer called, however, I began to feel a bit different.
"I'm sorry I'm so late getting home," Spencer said through the phone to his mother. "It's just- Everything got complicated."
"Spencer, I am so sorry. You never should have been out there. This is... this is all my fault." Diana cried.
"No, it's- It's not your fault, mom. None of this is your fault. Okay?"
Diana shook her head, her hand covering her mouth as she cried silently, listening to her son.
"JJ said she brought the boys to see you."
"She did. They're getting so big, they're going to be taller than me pretty soon!" she laughed half-heartedly.
Spencer laughed. "I know. Well, she's gonna come by and see you every day."
Diana smiled sadly. "Will you be home soon, Spencer?"
"Not-Maybe, I hope so..." I could hear the contemplation in his voice as he spoke, trying not to get his mothers hopes up. "Look, mom... all you need to know is that I'm safe and I have a great lawyer."
"You do?"
"Yeah, she's great. She's really great."
"Spencer, I really don't like this. You shouldn't be there."
