past
humiliated
how i felt the first time that i felt that red burn on my cheek, the same one that i've gotten all to used to feeling by now. although this time, would be the last time i felt it. i ran to my room, my father nearly on my heel and slammed the door, knocking him to the floor before i could hear his feet quickly scatter to run after me again. i found the silvery, metal pistol that i had hid in my nightstand the night before. before i knew it, i could hear my father break down the door and launch himself at me. i shut my eyes tight, the pistol aimed at his chest.
you can do this. this ends now.
those words i told myself seemingly gave me enough courage to pull the trigger. that was my first murder. although, they never found his body. not that anyone had come looking for him, he was a druggie low-life that was better off anyways, at least- that's what i said to myself to help myself sleep at night.
i had never been a stupid kid, i was put into highschool at the age of eleven and had already been taking mostly advanced placements. it may seem ironic that the very career path i wanted was one in the fbi. i had the intelligence for it, as well as the strength. i just want to get bad people, like my father, off of the streets.
present
"delphine? you okay over there?" this soft voice had quickly slapped me out of my trance.
"oh, hey spence. yeah sorry, i'm okay." i answered back to him.
ever since i joined the bau, spence and i had always been best friends. i'd never admit this to him, but i've always craved more.
"hotch wants us on the jet in five, so we should probably get going" he stated as he slid his nerdy looking glasses back on.
"i'll be right there! save me a spot next to you?"
"you bet." he had said as he walked off.
if only he knew.
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DELPHINE - spencer reid
Fanficspencer reid had never known what competition felt like, as he's always been the smartest in the room. well, that was until he met delphine, and now all he craves is the competition. when will it get to be too much?
