Her Redemption

22. Breakdown

When the morning came, my eyes were swollen. Barely being able to open them and wincing as the light from the windows in my bedroom gleamed through.

"Fuck." I groan rubbing my temples as I try to remember everything that happened yesterday.

Yup that actually happened.

Double-fuck.

"Alcohol will do that to you." A deep voice says.

I almost fall out of my bed so quickly a high pitch scream leaving my mouth.

"Holy shit sis." I rub my eyes and notice Spencer standing in the middle of my room with his hands covering his ears.

"You scared me!" I palm my chest and then throw myself back on the mountain of pillows of my bed—groaning because all these movements are giving me whiplash.

"Sorry not sorry." He snips and then jumps on my bed causing me to bounce up a couple times.

I glare at him as he has a smile on his face. His blonde hair in a mess no doubt mine mimicking his. He's wearing a black shirt with grey sweatpants.

"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" He pokes my cheek where my prominent dimple usually is when he's around. My brother is truly my favorite person. My head is pounding and my heart is aching, however, with him around, he brings so much light to my life.

I really appreciate him.

"Besides the obvious crying because you knocked out in my arms yesterday."

I nod and try to think of the best way I can say things without him screaming in shock.

"Bryan and I did a scene yesterday with someone." I say gulping trying not to remember.

Spencer lays down facing me for me to continue and I turn facing him. I continue swirling my finger on my throw blanket as I tell him the events that occurred.

"It was terrible." My lip trembles "I don't know what I was thinking. He'll never want me and only me."

Spencer wipes a tear from my cheek before it nudges the pillow.

He sighs loudly all pensive like once I finish telling him everything. Including the drinking.

"I didn't mean to fall for him... it just happened. But I feel like I need to be alone. I don't want to continue getting hurt. Whatever we both had, isn't going to work out." I sniffle wiping my nose with the hoodie I'm wearing.

A door bell rings interrupting our conversation. "I'll get it" Spencer says getting up to answer the door. I blow out a long breath and then stand going to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Emma!" Spencer shouts. "Come here."

I place my toothbrush back after brushing and walk on over to where he's at.

"What's going on?" I ask as I see him standing in front of the door with it wide open. I look on over and see a man holding an envelope.

"Emma Perez?" The man asks and I nod my head.

"You've been served."