Forward

Assume.

"Tell me you didn't, Cheyenne," Spencer asked, his voice way softer than the rage building inside of him.

"I did," she replied, proud of the hurt she saw on his face because that's how she felt when he sent her back to Los Angeles like she was a random groupie. On top of telling her he may have feelings for his ex-best friend who lived right next door. The hurt on his face made her feel good. Like she had won something in the game she'd lost. "You dumped me. Remember? Or have all those hits finally fried your brain and you forgot that minor detail?"

"Are you fucking kidding me," he yelled. "We weren't even together when you came here the first time! What does me not being with you have to do with you aborting my baby? You could have come to me and don't even act like I would have blown you off because you know that's a lie."

"You wouldn't? What was all that before then? Wasn't that blowing me off when I wanted to fix us," Cheyenne shouted back. By this time, Coop and Patience could hear their voices through the closed glass doors. "The way you treated me before was exactly how you would have treated me if you found out I was pregnant."

Spencer looked away to control his emotions and the hurtful things he really wanted to say. He hated when people attempted to insult his character. What Cheyenne was claiming was far from the truth and she knew it. They had discussed children many times in the past and Spencer constantly expressed how he looked forward to fatherhood. Her knowing that and using it to hurt him made him wish he could erase her entire existence from his memory. "You knew how important children were to me, Chey. You knew that which is why you got rid of it. Be honest," his voice went low again. "That's real messed up. Lowest shit I've ever seen you do."

Cheyenne wanted to cut deeper. Until she saw a single tear roll down Spencer's cheek, signaling that she had gone too far. It was too late to turn back now and even if she could, the damage was done. The hurt she was happy to see moments before, now revealed another side of itself. Spencer was devastated. As much as she wanted him to feel her pain, the very reason she was causing it was because she refused to let go of the love they once shared. Hurting him in the process seemed like a great trade-off.

"You hurt me," Cheyenne replied. "If you didn't..."

Spencer held up his hand, "Nah. Save that shit. You wanted to be spiteful. Don't try to turn this on me."

"Spencer, please," she reached out to him, suddenly that confidence and vitriol she had minutes ago fading, leaving her in a panic.

"Don't touch me," Spencer spat between clenched teeth. "You've got to be the most selfish, demented ass woman I've ever met. The one thing I've always been is honest with you. I've always been real no matter what. You pulling a stunt like this makes me think the Cheyenne I loved was a fake. Who was that woman? Because the one right here isn't it. I don't know who the hell this is."

"Loved," Cheyenne nodded, tears flowing from her eyes. "Past tense?"

"Yeah...loved. I said what I fucking said," he said, looking her directly in her eyes.

"Really," she sniffed, dragging a hand down her tear streaked cheeks. "Really, Spencer?"

"Tell me why you would do something like this? Huh? Then throw it in my face the first chance you get because you're mad at me," Spencer pressed. "What was the real reason?"

"Why do you care," Cheyenne exclaimed. She had no answers, so her only option was to become defensive.

"You kidding me? Because that was my child too," he pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the pounding headache that only grew worse.