SPENCER'S POV
"She's home!" Mr. Legler says, rushed.
I lay down in the fake blood.
"Justice, she's going to beat the shit out of you." I warn, and then I fake dead when Natalie walks in the door.
NATALIE'S POV
After one week, I needed to get out of the house, so I made Spencer stay home with the babies and I went to the store.
I'm just getting home with diapers and milk.
Everyone is here and they're all pale, looking worried.
"What's happening?" Cameron tugs at Caitlyn's shirt.
"Natalie, you should go upstairs and check on the kids." Mom says.
"They're not crying." I say. "Where's Spencer? I have to show him something."
"He went out." Dad says.
I can hear sirens.
"Where? No way. He wouldn't leave the kids. You're lying. Where is he?" I ask, starting to get nervous.
I look out the window because the sirens sound really close.
They're probably around the block.
Mrs. Key pinches the bridge of her nose. There's blood on her hand.
"He's in the kitchen." She whispers.
I walk into the kitchen and gasp. The milk and the diapers fall from my hands. The milk bottle breaks and spills all over the floor.
"Oh my god!"
Spencer is laying there in a pool of blood with a nasty cut on his forehead.
And there's a bloody knife on the counter.
"What the fuck!" I yell, panicked, sitting down next to him, right in the milk.
I start crying.
"I'm sorry." Justice says. "I just got mad at him and we got in a fight..." he trails off.
I grab Spencer's hand and it's cold.
What Justice just said clicks.
"You did this!" I growl.
I stand up.
He actually looks scared.
JUSTICE'S POV
Even though I know this is a prank, Natalie doesn't, and she looks fucking terrifying.
She looks like she might kill me.
NATALIE'S POV
I punch him in the face ad start beating the shit out of him.
I beat the hell outta him until I give up, and grab the front of his shirt.
"You're a fucking bitch. You're going to burn and hell and the matches are going to be in my fucking hand. You're going to fucking prison, bitch. You fucking asshole. I trusted you!"
I shove him, hard, into the half bathroom, and lock the door from the outside.
"The police are on their way." Mr. Key says.
"You guys are bitches! You're just standing there letting him bleed to death! You fucking cunts!" I yell at them. I grab the first aid kit and cover Spencer's open mouth with my hand as I pour it on the wound. I treat it properly and gently wrap his head in gauze.
