Backseat (A Spencer Hastings Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

When I woke up, I was laying in the softest bed I've ever been on. I sat up, my eyes still half-closed. After a few seconds, I finally did open my eyes and took in my surroundings and saw that I was in Spencer's room, lying on her bed. I couldn't remember what happened before I fell asleep. "Glad to see you're finally awake", I heard Spencer's voice on my left side. She smiled at me while carrying a glass of water in one of her hands. I smiled at her tiredly and answered, "How long was I out for?" "Just three hours but I guessed that you needed it because while we were doing our project you didn't even listen to what I was saying", she laughed slightly. Shit, the project.

"Um, sorry for falling asleep and occupying your bed like that. It wasn't my intention", I told her sheepishly. I did feel kind of embarrassed for falling asleep just like that. She sat herself on the bed while handing me the glass, "It's quite alright. I just thought you'd be more comfortable on the bed instead of sleeping on the chair you fell asleep on." I could feel the heat in my cheeks starting to rise. How cute is she?!

While we looked at each other for a moment, I could feel her hand starting to slip into mine. I looked down and could feel the heat in my cheeks start to grow. Why was she doing this? Does she know? No, she can't be, the other wouldn't tell her. Right? I cleared my throat and started to speak, "So," I started, taking my hand out of her grip. What I failed to see though was the slight disappointed look in her eyes. "What did you do in the meantime? While I was out, I mean", I stumbled over my words a little. She shook her head a bit before telling me that she just did her homework she got in other subjects because she didn't want to do the project without me which I understood.

I needed a few minutes before the sleep completely left my body but after that we decided to not work on the project anymore today because Spencer already did a lot of schoolwork. She was against that at first, but it only took a little convincing to change her mind. Instead of working, we took the books we were currently reading and headed to a nice and quiet field so we could read in peace while still enjoying each other's company. We both had pillows with us so we could lift our heads up a bit. The whole time we were in that field, Spencer had her legs on my stomach. It didn't bother me, but I wondered why she suddenly became so 'touchy' with me. I wasn't used to that and other people touching me in any kind of way was still a little bit weird for me. The funny thing was that it didn't really bother me when Spencer did it. I just wasn't used to it that's all.

Soon it started to get a little dark though. I didn't even notice how long we've been here. But it was so nice that we decided to stay a little longer even though there was no light, and we couldn't read anymore. "Angie?", she spoke up. "Yes?" "We've known each other for around three months now and I just feel like I know nothing about you, but you know everything about me." I looked at her with a confused expression. "Um... what do you mean exactly?" I know what her intentions were as soon as she finished that sentence. I just acted like I didn't know. She wants to know about my past. Am I ready to tell her though? "I think that you know what I mean because I know that you're not stupid. But you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't want to do willingly", she told me. When I looked in her eyes, I could see pure sincerity in them. So, I made a decision. I was going to tell her at least a little about my past. Is this the right thing to do? I had no idea, but I was going to do it.

I broke our eye contact, looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing." Spencer quickly sat up and spoke, "You really don't have to. If you're not com- ", I interrupted her, "You want to know about my past so I'm going to tell you. It's alright. Just lie down and listen, please." She gave me a quick nod, lied back down and I took another deep breath before I started.

A/N: TW. Mention of physical abuse and self-harm.

"My mother died giving birth to me. So, it was just me and my father for a while but he wasn't a very nice man. He never got physical with me, but he shouted. A lot. Especially when he drank. He always blamed me for my mother's death and for a really long time... I believed him", I had to stop for a moment to collect my thoughts. I never though I'd do this. Spencer noticed my struggle and held my hand, she looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't. "When I was ten, he brought a woman and her daughter into our house. I always fought with both of them. One day, he said that we were going on a little trip. Just him and I. I was hyped because I had hope that things would change after this trip. I just didn't think that they would change that much.

After we collected our things from the airport in San Francisco, he told me that he had to go to the restroom, and I should just wait on a bench outside of the Airport. I went outside and waited for him to get back. But he never did." I stopped talking because my eyes were starting to water. Spencer gave my hand a tight squeeze and I continued talking, not caring if I started to cry or not. "Well, after a while I went to the information and told them my situation. They never found my father. I'm pretty sure that he changed his name or something. Anyways, soon a foster family took me in, they had a daughter who was just a little older than I was. I really kind of liked it there for the first I think it was four years. Then, my foster father started to have an alcohol problem. He was drinking day and night. My foster mom didn't know what to do anymore. he started to get physical with her. One day I stood up for her and punched him in the face and broke his nose.

After that day he never laid a hand on her again, he never lifted and arm for his daughter too. Now I was the one he let his frustration out. Some days, he hit me so hard and so often that I couldn't even go to school the next morning. I also went to school with sunglasses as well. When I was fifteen, I then started to hurt myself as well because I really thought that I was a bad person. Every time he hit me, I felt like I deserved what he did. The same with hurting myself. I thought I deserved it. Last summer was the time I couldn't stand it anymore. so, I packed my things and ran away. I didn't know where I wanted to go, I just ran. And I came here and found the best friends I could've ever dreamed of."

With that sentence, I ended the wonderful story of my past. I didn't even know if she understood something in the end because I was properly crying right now. I looked in her direction and I saw that there were even a few tears escaping her eyes as well. I expected her to say something. Anything. But nothing came out of her mouth. Instead of saying something, she gave me the biggest and longest hug I've ever received from anyone. This only made me cry even more.

After what seemed like an eternity, Spencer leaned back to look me into my eyes. "You didn't deserve anything that has happened to you in the past. You are the strongest and wisest person I've ever met, and I thank God that he sent you into my life. If I could, I would go to California and to your real father and punch the two of them so hard that they won't ever be able to walk again", we both had to laugh a little at that, "But I can't. But you know what I can do?" I shook my head. I didn't know where she was headed. "I can make sure that you never have to go through such a thing again. And I will do that with everything I have. You understand me? You deserve the world, and I will make sure you get it. Okay?" I looked at her with a shocked expression. I really was stunned for a few moments there. When I came out of my daze, I crushed her in another hug while whispering a small, "Thank you so much," in her ear.