Am I My Brother's Keeper

7. House Warming

Olivia's POV

When Cane dropped me off, I sat in my room and Spencer's face kept popping into my head.

It just didn't sit right with me that he had, likely, been through something as traumatic as being drugged and I just left him there to deal with it all alone.

And maybe that's what he deserved in that moment, but the fact that the two people he trusted most, in this world, left him there to deal with it by himself is all wrong.

So I put my pride aside and I went back to see him. If nothing else, I just needed to make sure he was okay.
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"Liv," he says with surprise as he opens the door. And I can tell by the look in his eyes, he's been crying.

"Can I come in?" I ask and he jumps aside so that I can walk through his condo door.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything sooner." He starts right away and I take a deep breath as I prepare myself to listen. "I had made so many wrong decisions that night I met Savvy that I really just didn't want to ever relive it. And I thought it was possible to forget about, until I saw Savvy on draft night."

"I really wish you would've come to me sooner," I say lowly and he drops his head. "But I'm not here to make you feel worse. I'm here to tell you I'm sorry—."

"Liv, stop! Don't say sorry, please."

"No, listen to me Spencer. I know I haven't listened to you much today. But I really wish I would've listened earlier.— It's just seeing her here with you—- pissed me off. It—- made me more and more confused. And yes, I'm still feeling hurt and confused. But I'm sure you're confused and hurt too."

"Yeah, but I'm the reason for my hurt," he tells me, sincerely, and I shake my head no as I place my index finger underneath his chin and raise it so that he can look into my eyes.

"Nobody deserves to be taken advantage of..."

"I should have never left with her. And now she has pictures of me while I was sleep off the dugs she gave me. She says if I don't pay, she'll give it to her husband and ruin everything I've ever worked for." He explains and the knot in my throat grows.

"I don't think I really know what to say. I wanted the truth. I just didn't know it would be this hard to hear."

"It's even harder to tell," he says before exhaling and rubbing down the length of his face with the palm of his hand.

"We don't have to keep talking about it. Unless you want to. In the morning, you can call Lance and discuss your options. I'm sure he can help!" I suggest and he seems to agree by the way his head nods.

I notice him start to pack a box labeled Cane. And it appears Cane may have officially ran out of chances with Spencer.

And if I didn't return, maybe he would've made a box for me next. But I'm here. And I guess I'll never really know.

"You might be happy to know that I'm done with Cane. You were right about him."

"Honestly, I always thought you needed more boundaries with Cane, but I never wanted any of this for you two." I admit. "I always wanted you to realize he might not always know what's best for you."