Only Once

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Still at the Pub

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Still at the Pub

At first it was nearly silent and the atmosphere was completely tense. The only sounds that were coming was the gentle buzzing noises from the pub downstairs, the ticking of a clock nearby and the sound of Abbey’s heavy breathing. But then Clay had to break it with a stuttering voice.

“What the hell is going on here?” he shouted. “What the fuck, Spencer?”

Spencer had nothing to say to that and instead he got up from the couch and looked down at Abbey. She was still lying on the ground from when he had shoved her off of him and her limbs were twisted at strange angles while her hair was lying all over the place. He saw that she was starting to cry but he had absolutely no feelings about that and instead shook his head at her in a disgusted and disappointed manner.

“Shame on you, Abbey,” he told her, “Shame on you!”

“I’m sorry.” Abbey managed to wheeze out but Spencer looked away and his eyes met Clay’s.

“Well?” he demanded now that he had his friend’s attention.

“Ask her.” Spencer spat and nodded his head toward Abbey as he buckled up his pants and slipped back into the long sleeved t-shirt he had been wearing.

“What?” Clay said in a low voice and moved his hair from his eyes. “You don’t have anything to say about this, Spencer? What, are you too good to give me an explanation or something?”

Spencer clenched his jaw as he grabbed his coat and gloves from the back of the coach and slipped his boots on.

“You better not tell anyone, Clay.” Was all he said before he turned around and stalked out of the apartment in an angry fashion.

He ignored the trail of profanities that Clay yelled after him as he ran down the dark stairs and shoved the door open to enter the back of the pub. Spencer blinked a bit, to readjust to the different lighting, and then carried on and entered the main area of the pub where it was fairly crowded.

It was so safe to say that Spencer was fuming. He was mad. His nails were digging into his palms from how hard his fists were clenched and he was breathing heavily. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been so angry about something.

For one thing, he could not believe that Abbey had pounced on him again. He thought that he’d given her a clear message and signal when he stopped talking to her for over a week after the last time she’d tried to kiss him.

Apparently he didn’t though, seeing as how this time she came on more strongly than the last.

To make matters worse, he hadn’t pushed her away. Instead, he’d continued on with it as if it were some stupid game. He’d even fondled her up a bit and he shuddered at the thought of what would’ve happened if Clay hadn’t walked in when he did.

But Clay walking in was still a major problem. For all he knew, Clay could tell Russell and that would just result in an even bigger disaster. Russell tended to not think straight when he became mad and do irrational things.

Heaving out a loud, miserable sigh, Spencer glanced out the window of the pub to find that the blizzard was still going on outside, stronger than ever. He knew he had no choice but to lounge in the pub for some while more and glanced around for a seat in the crowded area.

Instead of spotting a seat though, Spencer found Lance seated in the same seat that he’d left him in only with two different girls on each side of him. It became apparent to him, however, that he knew those two girls.

Holding back a shout that was threatening to escape him, Spencer’s fist clenched even more as he walked toward the three of them.

“Spencer!” one of the girls immediately spotted him and turned to him. “Oh wow, what are you doing here?”