"𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒" | 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄,
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃 couldn't help but be shocked when Averie requested him to do her interview, why would she choose him over her own boyfriend? He didn't question it though. It was clear tension was thick between the couple when they entered the room, "Be gentle, Reid"

Averie didn't want to look at Aaron, as she took a seat in his office, the leather sofa in the corner. He shut the door behind him, Spencer cleared his throat, "I-er, I'm glad you feel comfortable with me, that you feel comfortable enough to let me do this"

She gave him a small smile, wiping her eyes once again, "Rossi told me I didn't have much of a choice, your team is great, they're all so lovely, kind" Averie cleared her throat, "But too emotional, sensitive, they'll sympathise too much, put hands on my shoulder, apologise"

"You don't think I'm sympathetic?"

"I think that you understand something about hardships, I don't want to become a victim to Aaron, I don't want him to profile me" She took a deep breath, "Everything I say is going to upset him, anger him, he'll be too emotional hearing it from me, might cloud his judgement but if you say it, you'll treat it just like facts, you'll list it like any other case"

"I see why Nate likes you so much, he calls you a real life angel, I get it now" Spencer whispered, cheeks stained in pink, "These questions are brutal, I'll assess your reaction, test your senses on memories, the only thing you need to focus on is my voice"

Averie nods her head, pulling on the sleeves of Aaron's sweatshirt, breathing in his cologne, "You will re-live everything like it happened, you will feel lost, alone, like nobody is coming to save you, exactly like it happened" Spencer continued to explain, "You focus on my voice, I'm right in front of you, if you a need physical reminder you can take my hand"

She wipes away worried tears on Aaron's jumper, taking another deep breath and closing her eyes, "Averie, I've got you, just focus on my voice..."

"The first night John hurt you, it was dark, he was drunk..."

Averie felt sick to stomach, cowering against the staircase, the ring on her left hand felt heavy with burden. He pushed himself through the door, stumbling, "Averlily!"

"He reeks of vodka, he's stumbling into the house with a bottle in hand, he's shouting my name, John-"

"John, please be careful" She whimpered, watching the older man fall against the side table, kicking the door shut with his feet, he wiped the alcohol from his lips with the back of his hand-

"Slow down, Averie, stay right there, his hands, his clothing, do you notice anything out of the usual?"

His hand had blood splatters on it, dried. His shoes seemed clean, to clean to say he'd been out in bars across the countryside.

"He's wearing a different shirt to what he left in, he-he's coming closer to me, he's slurring his words he-"

"What's wrong Averlily? Why so glum, sweetie" John cooed, his hand reaching out cup her cheeks, "No need for tears, Averlily"

"You haven't been home for three fucking days!"

"He doesn't like my tone, he's looking down at me like, like I'm a child, like-" Averie reached out to grab Spencer's hand in a deafening grip, her nails digging into his skin, "He's going to hit me", her body jolted, like she was really being abused.

The pain hit Averie first, as her body jolted to the side, the clash of his ring leaving a mark on her cheek, blood falling from her mouth, "This-god, this Averlily is why girls like you don't get chosen" John shook his head, his hand cupping her cheek, "Look what you make me do to you, you make me look like a bad guy, Averee"