Young Blood || Cimorelli

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-Hello? - I heard on the other side of the line. My hands started to shake without a reason. No words came out of my mouth and I was confused. I opened my mouth to say something but the other line went dead. They hung up. A tear fell off my eye and I sighed. Peter walked inside the room.

'Hey, what happened?' He asked, approaching to the bed. I shrugged.

'I couldn't say anything' I whispered, looking at my fingers. He grabbed a chair and sat down. 'How long has it been?' I asked scared. He nodded, looking away.

'6 months' He simply said and I met his gaze. Tears were forming in my eyes and I felt something dying inside of me. 'I spoke to the police in charge of your case there and they said that it's been 6 months since you disappeared'

'Why am I here?' I asked confused.

'That's what we're trying to find out' He added and I slowly nodded. I couldn't understand what I was doing here or why I was alive and not dead. The last memory I have was me being dragged to another van, right after Matt had confessed his deepest feelings towards me.

'You said that you found two bodies next to me, in that alley. Do you have their names?' I asked a few minutes later. I wanted to know if there was a connection I was missing, if I could remember what happen or being able to put the pieces together. My minds was like a maze and for much that I tried to remember... I couldn't.

'We sent the DNA tests to the lab and now that we've talked to LAPD we think it'll be easier to figure the names' He said.

'Wait, do you think they're from the US?' I asked curious.

'I think I'm giving you way too much information than what I'm allowed to' He added, getting up from the chair and walking to the door. But he stopped. 'We haven't notified your family about you... not yet. We've explicitly asked everybody to not share any information until we figure this out or until you give us the authorization to do it. Call me if you need anything' He said and walked out. I looked at the phone he had left on the table. I wanted to call my family, I wanted to know how Luke was doing but I was scared and something inside of me was holding me back from picking up that phone and dial any number. I sighed and looked out the window. The sun was setting and being completely honest, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I settled and closed my eyes, feeling the darkness overcoming me.

**

I slowly opened my eyes. I was alone in the room but now it was day time. It was cloudy and I could heard the tear drops crashing against the window. I smiled, rain had a way to make me feel safe and comfortable. The door slowly opened and Peter with a woman walked in.

'Hey Spencer, this is Alena.' He said, introducing the redhead woman standing right next to him. She smiled widely and I waved at her, returning the smile. 'She's a psychologist and part of our investigating team right now' He added and I nodded.

'Hello Spencer, nice to finally meet you' She said, sitting in the empty chair next to my bed. I smiled again at her and Peter excused himself and walked out of the room, leaving us alone.

'Are you going to be my psychologist now? Because to be honest, I don't really have a good relationship with them... so don't take it personal' I said, trying to sound as nice as possible. She nodded.

'I'm not just that type of psychologist. I'm not here to listen to your teenage dramas or to know your deepest secrets. I came here to talk to you about what happened' She replied and I nodded. I liked her already, she was direct and she had something that somehow made me comfortable.

'I'm not really sure about what happened. I've talked to Peter about it and I don't really remember anything else' I explained to her and she nodded, grabbing some files from her bag. She carefully placed them on the table in front of me and I was about to grab them but she stopped me.

'I'm gonna show you some pictures. We haven't being able to get the identities of the two bodies we found with you. We need your help but I need to know first that you're 100% committed to this, that you won't run away or hide any information from us. This is an important investigation'. She stated and I nodded.

'I will cooperate as much as I can' I replied and she smiled, handing me the files. She showed me some pictures that I couldn't recognize. The first body was smashed and the face was unrecognizable. I shook my head to her, letting her know that I didn't knew who he was. She handed me another picture and I felt my blood getting cold. My heart and the world stopped.

'Do you know him?' She asked, probably because the entire room went cold and my face became pale. My hands were shaking and the world was spinning. The boy in the picture was Matt. 'Spencer' Alena called me and I looked at her. Tears fell from my eyes and I couldn't even explained why I was so shocked by this. Right after he raped me, I felt the anger boiling inside of me and I wanted him dead. I stopped feeling that anger towards him when I met Luke but when I found out about Luke being in the hospital... I wanted to kill him by myself. I wanted to kill Matt and now he was dead, brutally killed. I cleaned the tears from my eyes.

'His name is Matthew Cavanaugh' I softly replied and she nodded, grabbing her phone and texting someone.

'What type of relationship you had with him?' She suddenly asked. Every moment I had spent with him was now replaying in my mind like a movie. A movie I got to be part of and after all, we did had something in common and he, whether I liked it or not, was part of my life. So it hurt to see him like that, brutally killed.

'We were... nothing. He was my classmate' I replied. I knew I wasn't being 100% honest and that I had broke the promise of telling everything I knew. But explaining to her that he was more than just a classmate was overwhelming. I didn't wanted to remember all that, not for now, not by force. She nodded and got up. 

'Thanks for the help. We'll be in touch, you can't get rid of me that easily' She joked and I forced a smile. 

I was alone in the room now and to be honest, I had just realized that I was completely alone in a strange place, a different country, away from everything I had known. I was a lonely soul. I grabbed the laptop that Peter had left and I turned it on. I wasn't really expecting something, just knowing a little bit of my family, to know that they were okay even though I wasn't there. I scroll on twitter until I decided that I needed to check on my siblings.

'They're okay' I whispered as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't sad, I wasn't happy. They were okay, they were... fine. I wanted to feel happy that they were okay, I really wanted to but... they didn't seemed to miss me. Not at all. They moved on faster than what I thought. I kept on scrolling down, watching a few tweets that made me laugh. I was glad I wasn't the only one being silly and hormonal in this world. A tweet caught my attention and I felt something inside of me, telling me to check it. But as soon as I did, I felt my heart shattering into a million pieces. Luke was alive, luke was fine, luke had a girlfriend. I wasn't being paranoid, I wasn't being a crazy girlfriend - well, ex girlfriend- that was stalking him and pairing him to every girl he took a photo with. I wasn't being like that at all. He had moved on, everybody moved on and I was the only one left, living in the past because there was nothing else to hold on to. Everybody left me behind. I was a lonely soul after all.

** Okay. I have nothing to say haha Hope you liked the two chapters I updated lol and idk, vote/comment.

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