Rambling (Spencer X OC)

The Yellow Home

   "Jared. Please. Just let me go home." I couldn't lift my head. I couldn't face him. He just picked me up and carried me out of my home. That makes me sick. What if Jack was home? Would he have hurt him? Oh no, what time is it? If Jack's home he's probably scared to death. I hope dad finds me. He has to, he knows where Jared lives, just not which house. Right now I'm in his disgusting basement. I need to figure out how to get the handcuffs off. After that, I know the layout if the house, I'll be able to make a run for it. I can see the water pouring in from the walls of the basement, meaning it was raining somewhat hard outside. That's good. That means it's a little darker, if I get out of here, I'll be able to hide easier.
     "No. You're staying here. You belong with me." His voice disgusted me. I'd play his game, I knew him well enough. I could win this, I just had to hide my fear.
     "Please, the handcuffs are hot. I won't run. I'll stay. Please they're hurting me." He lifted an eyebrow at me.
     "You're not going to run? Do you think I'm stupid?" Yes. Arrogant, disgusting, a loser, weak, pathetic, ugly, greasy, and stupid.
     "No. I won't run. Just duct tape me or something. Please the handcuffs hurt." He went upstairs, leaving me with my own thoughts. Damn. It.
     "I'm taking the handcuffs off. I'm going to duct tape your hands, but if you fight, or run. I'll make sure you learn from that mistake. You're a smart girl. Keep being smart." He unlocked the handcuffs, and I allowed him to duct tape my hands. I knew if I fought back at that specific point in time, I'd lose. I'd be back to being handcuffed, but the duct tape gave me more options.  I stayed quiet, and didn't make any sudden moves.
     "See? Why couldn't you do this good when we were together before?" He pushed me back, forcing my head to hit the concrete wall behind me. The pain felt warm, but I could tell there wasn't any blood. He went back upstairs, and I searched my surroundings.
     There was a deep freezer, a table with laundry on it, a washer and dryer, and the table had some pens, mail, other random stuff. I quietly forced myself up, grabbing a pen and stabbing through the tape. I managed to loosen it enough to tear it off. There was a window, but it was small, and it was pretty high up. I had to take my chances. I moved the laundry from the table, and picked uo the table. It was light, part of me was scared it wouldn't hold me weight. I placed it by the window, and carefully climbed on it, squeezing through the window. The cold air hit my face, the rain was mixed with snow. I climbed out the window, holding my breath in fear of making noise. Once I was out of the window, I made a run for it. I didn't know where I was or where I was going, but I was running far. It was light outside, meaning my dad knew I was gone. Every night when he came home he'd tall me he loved me, and tell me goodnight, even if I was already in bed, not to mention he would want to check my wound. He definitely knows it's Jared, who wouldn't? If I had to guess the time, I'd say about 6am, meaning he'd have been working for hours trying to locate me.
     I continued running, my warm tears turning cold as the air hit them. A phone. I needed to use a phone, but how do I know what house is safe to go to? My boyfriend is mad at me, my ex boyfriend who hits me kidnapped me, I got wounded on the field, and I'm pretty sure my little brothers going to be pissed off becuase I've been stealing all the attention from him, which I don't blame him. I'm cold, and scared, and hurt, maybe I should just quit running. I heard some sirens far away, and I knew they weren't for me. Sirens meant a police station. I needed to find the police station. I felt my legs ready to give out underneath me, so I allowed myself to walk instead of running. I continued walking, trying to figure out where the police station was, but it felt as if I was going to freeze to death. It felt like I was being stabbed by needles, my hands we going numb, and my face felt pale. I was going go have to pick a house.
    I glanced over all the homes nearby, they all looked expensive, but one stood out. There were kids toys, and sidewalk chalk being washed away by the rain. I decided that was the best option. I walked up to the big, light yellow home, and knocked on the white door. A tall woman, with short auburn hair answered.
     "Hi, how can I help you?" She seemed so sweet and genuine. She looked concerned for me.
     "I'm so sorry to bother you, do you have a phone I can borrow, I don't mind staying out here, I just really need to call my dad." I felt the tears picking up again.
    "Oh honey, of course. You come on in. I'll make you some hot cocoa and get you a blanket. You look freezing." She ushered me inside, and gestured for me to sit down on the couch.
     "I'm so sorry, I know I probably seem like a weirdo, I just really need my dad to come pick me up, I made a dumb choice, and I regret it."
     "Honey, it's okay, I was a young woman once too, and I know how hard it can be to tell what's going to have a positive and negative impact." She was Boling water, and getting out hot cocoa mix. She pointed to the blanket on the backk of the couch, so I coukd warm up.
     "Just let me dump this in here, and I'll grab you the phone. Does your dad live around here?"
     "Yeah, I just don't have my car with me." She poured the hot cocoa into two mugs, and placed them on the coffee table in front of me. She ventured off to grab the phone, and I heard her son coming down the stairs. I heard his little voice happily taking to his mom about superheros. It was adorable, I always had a soft spot for kids. My mind ventured off, wondering if I would ever get this. I wanted this, but I wanted it with Spencer, and he probably didn't feel the same. The woman came back, handing me her phone. I typed in my dad's number, and anxiously waited for the ringing to stop, to hear his voice. That's when everything would be okay. The ringing went on for what felt like forever.
     "This is Agent Hotchner speaking."
     "Dad?" My voice cracked, and I was desperate to hear him say he would come pick me up.
     "Mylah? Where are you?" I was slightly embarrassed, he had a good question. Where was I?
    "Give me one second." I moved the phone away from my ear, and asked the woman the adress, which I repeated to my father.
    "Okay, I'm on my way. Are you hurt?"
     "No, but I think my wound is getting infected."
    "I'll stop on the way back and get you some more antibiotics. I need you to tell me everything that happend." I filled him in on the situation, and gave him every little detail. A loud knock vibrated through the house, and I looked over at the woman. She looked almost confused, yet made her way to the door anyway.
     "Ma'am I'm sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if you've seen my girlfriend? She's short, brown hair, she's very shaken up. She's got early schizophrenia. She's probably trying to call her dad, but he died a year ago, and she freaks out often, trying to find him."
     This bitch did not just try to diagnose me with schizophrenia, and make me seem crazy. I stood up from the couch, trying to figure out a way out of this.
     "He's lying."
     "Honey, come on, it's time for us to go back home. Everything's okay. I'm here now." His voice sounded so genuine. It was sickening how manipulative he could be.
     "I'm not going anywhere." The woman spoke up next.
     "Sweetie, you need to go with him. He can help you." She opened the door allowing him in. He made his way over to me, but I wasnt letting him kidnap me again. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.
     "Jared, stay the hell away from me"
The woman gasped loudly, and I could see the fear in her eyes. I slowly made my way around him, heading for the door.
     "Honey. We need to go home. You're having an episode."
     "Go die off Jared." I finally made my way out the door, keeping the knife in my hand. I heard the sirens in the distance, and Jared ran out after me. He lunged at me, scaring me, but not enough to make me drop the knife. I was sobbing, I just wanted my dad and Spencer to be here. I wanted Spencer not to hate me, I felt like that same helpless girl I was before. The sirens got closer, and I was practically begging them to get here faster. The unmarked cars flew down the road, abruptly stopping outside of the house.
     "Mylah!" Spencer's voice snapped me out of my self pity, and I made eye contact with him. I could feel my heart breaking. He ran up to me, careful not to make any moves that would scare me. He slowly wrapped his arm around me, cautiously grabbing the knife from my hand, and holding me against him tightly. "You're okay, baby. I'm right here. I won't let anytging happen to you. Im going to get you home safely." He rubbed his hand on my back in soothing circles, trying to keep me calm.
     "We need to search the house. I don't see him." My dad's voice boomed to the team. Spencer carefully pulled away from me, looking me in the eyes.
     "I'm going to go help them look, okay baby? You sit in the car with JJ. You'll be safe."
    "No, he wants me, he'll come out if he thinks he has a chance." I just wanted him in a cell, far, far away from me.
     "No, baby-"
      "I'm going in." I practically yelled at him. I didn't mean to, but I was still hurt that he ignored me, and all this was just adding onto it. I was angry and stressed and I just needed a relieve to it.  I stormed off towards the house, but before I could even step away, Spencer took off his jacket, and wrapped it around me. The warmth made me feel at ease. I hadn't realized how truly cold I was until now. He stayed by my side, keeping his gun pointed forward, searching the house for Jared. The other agents managed to get the kids out of the home. Part of me begged anybody else to find Jared other than Spencer or my dad. My dad had gone around the back of the house, and Spencer made his way to the mini bathroom. The door was cracked, and I was pretty sure he was in there. Spencer kicked the door the rest of the way open, and Jared's shadow could be seen through the curtain. Spencer lowered his gun, and angrily stomped towards Jared. I knew this was going to turn to a blood bath.
     "We got him!" I yelled out to the others, silently pleading them to get over here so Spencer wouldn't kill him in front of me. However, Spencer had a different plan. He slammed his fist into Jared's face, knocking Jared back. "Spencer, come on." It's as if he couldn't even hear me. His fist continued the assault on Jared's face.
     "If I see you back in town, I'll kill you with my bare hands, and laugh at your funeral. I will personally take you to hell." Spencer's voice was firm and laced with anger.
      "Spence, please, I want to go home." I pleaded. He stopped punching Jared, and another officer rushed in and cuffed him. Spencer placed his hand on the small of my back, and led me out of the house. He brought me over to the car, and wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight against him, resting his head on mine, but he was stiff. After a second I pulled away, wiping a few stray tears from my face, not bothering to look at him. I was still mad at him, I needed him, and he ignored me like I never mattered to him. I gave him a glance, but before he could say anything, I ran over to my dad. He threw his arms around me and placed a kiss on the top of my head.
     "I'm right here. I changed the locks, installed an alarm, and Jared isn't going to get out of jail anytime soon. Everything's taken care of. It's over."
     "I want to go home." He let go of me, and opened the car door, closing it once I was in the car. He turned the heat up, and one of my blankets was laying on the backseat. The drive home was quiet, and I stared out the window to keep myself occupied. My dad stopped on the way home to get me some food, and a warm drink.
     Once I was home, Jack ran to me. He held on to me tightly as if he thought he'd never see me again. I wrapped my arms around him in return, telling him I love him and that I'm sorry for scaring him. I ate some food, but I practically went straight to bed. My tears soaked into my pillow, and my head began to pound. I snuck out if my room, making sure to stay quiet. I went to the cabinet, and drank a swig of everything. I felt myself getting tipsy, and decided to go talk to Spencer. Earlier, I felt like I couldn't do it, but now, I knew I could. I laced up my tennis shoes, and left a note on the fridge letting my dad know I was leaving. He hadn't given me the code for the stupid alarm yet, so I had to crawl out of another window. I made my way to Spencer's apartment, and knocked on the door. My vision was slightly blurry, but I could see the lights were on.