End Game

Selfish

Spencer's POV

We were finally going home after spending the past two days at the hospital. I wasn't able to spend as much time with her as I would have wanted to— one because between Jordan and me, one had to be there for the team while the other took care of Liv.

Being her brother, I thought it would be better for him to support her as much as he could.

That was the justification I gave anyone who asked because I couldn't say that I didn't feel confident to be left alone with her. Something changed since that night, and I couldn't tell if it was because Olivia was still traumatized or if she was upset because I was not there for her.

All I knew was that we were not good, and now we had to sleep in the same bed. I picked her and Jordan up at the hospital but didn't speak a word the whole ride, letting the siblings bond, and buying myself some time.

"We've got some snacks ready. Want to hang out on the patio?" Layla asked us after I dropped Liv's luggage in the hall.

"I'm going to shower first."

She smiled at her friend before going upstairs.

"How is she feeling?" Taking me to the side, Coop asked me.

"I don't know... She's not talking to me."

"Do you know why?" My best friend quizzed, sounding as confused as I was.

"I'll let you know when I do."

I let out a dry chuckle, trying to find something positive in my situation.

"Spencer! Can you please bring my luggage upstairs?" Olivia called.

"That's your chance to find out!" Coop exclaimed.

I ran upstairs, her bags in hand. As soon as I walked in, I saw blue and purple marks I had never seen before on the skin around her neck and upper back because she had tied her hair up in a bun.

When she saw me staring, she hid it with her hands.

"Olivia..."

"Don't!" She reacted aggressively.

"I'm not going to let this go! Show me where you're hurt."

I walked up to her without thinking until she shouted at me, asking me to stay back. I froze in place, remembering the trauma she had gone through, and here I was forcing myself into her space.

"Liv... I'm sorry."

"Leave, please." She told me as she grabbed a towel, left, and locked herself in my bathroom.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I slowly nodded my head— feeling defeated — before heading back downstairs. If I had any doubt that everyone heard us, they were cleared as soon as I walked in. Patience randomly patted my back in a comforting way while Jaymee randomly gave me a drink.

I sat in a corner, trying to give myself some strength. I needed to be understanding, even when it was hard.

"She'll come around. She's dealing with a lot right now." Jordan spoke as he sat down next to me.

"I know... but being aware of that doesn't make it any easier."

"I know."

Nothing more he could tell me would make me feel better, and I had to accept that.

At some point in our conversation, Layla went to open the door, revealing Noah as he walked towards us. It was more than odd to see him at my house, so I turned to Jordan and realized that he looked as confused as I was.