Between Us: A Spelivia Love Story

Chapter 8: Fact of Life

*Please excuse any mistakes!*

Spencer James

"When are you coming inside?" Olivia pouted as she stood in the doorway that lead to the balcony. Olivia had been impatient, Spencer had been out on the phone for some time, and she wanted him back for herself.

"Lemme finish this up and then I'm all yours" He said as he removed the phone from his ear. He chuckled at her pouted face and placed his phone back on his ear. Olivia rolled her eyes and approached Spencer on the balcony.

"You said that thirty minutes ago" She whispered as she wrapped her arms around him. Spencer placed his hand on her lower back and rubbed it.

"I'm on the phone" He mouthed at her. "Yeah...yeah...yeah. Them niggas lookin' for me and I ain't gettin' along with the set" Spencer explained as he was on the phone. 

Olivia frowned as she listened to his conversation, she was concerned for Spencer's safety.

"Aight, aight. Yeah I'll holla at chu'" Spencer ended the phone call and placed his phone in his back pocket. "See, Liv. I'm all yours now!" He chuckled as he sat on the chair and pulled her into his lap.

"What were you and your friend talking about?" Olivia glanced at him, her eyes tight and worried.

"Just...politics. You ain't gotta worry though, I'mma be straight" Spencer pecked her shoulder and rubbed her arms. 

"Spencer, what's going on?" Olivia questioned. 

"What isn't goin' on?" Spencer chuckled and looked at Olivia. His small instantly dropped when he noticed she didn't laugh.

 "Aight, aight. I'mma tell you. Them niggas I got into it at the mall, they still lookin' for me. They actually shot up my homeboys crib in retaliation a few weeks ago. I got into it with my homeboy about it and I ain't been around the hood that much" Spencer conceded.

"I don't get it. Why did you and your friend get into it?" Olivia asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"He blamed me for it, Liv. He blamed me for them niggas shootin' his crib up. He threatened my life twice and said my mouth was the reason my moms was murdered" Spencer continued and Olivia's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, Spencer. That explains why I haven't heard from you in awhile" Olivia cupped his cheek and rubbed his face with her thumb. "But what are you going to do?" Olivia genuinely asked.

"I was makin' moves with the Big Homie. That's why I was on the phone earlier. It'll work itself out, I promise" He removed her hand from his face and pecked it.

"I hate that you're even in this shit. I don't want this for you" Olivia frowned as she shook her head.

"It ain't about what we want, Liv" He lightly chuckled. "It's just the way this shit goes" He continued.

"I...I don't want you to die, Spencer" Olivia felt her eyes water and Spencer avoided looking at her.

"I know you don't want to hear this, Liv. But more than likely, I'm either gon' end up in somebody precinct, or laid off in a hearse in a horse and carriage. I've dealt with that fate internally and I'm not afraid of either" Spencer said.