Blood Money (1) | The Inheritance Games

XXVI. mirrorball

"I'm still a believer but I don't know why, I've never been a natural all I do is try, try, try." 

Noah.

I just lost my virginity. And it was better than any book or movie has ever described it. It was with the girl I've been obsessed with since I was six. 

Once she finished I followed soon after and slid out, getting to my feet to toss out the condom and get dressed.

A dizzying feeling comes over me when I see the blood. I've never been a fan of blood. Once you've been passed out with your features beaten so badly they're unrecognisable and flooded with blood, it makes you feel uneasy seeing it. So when I see blood when I'm not in fight or flight mode I often pass out. When my Dad's beating me I'm too focused on surviving to worry about blood, but seeing a bloody condom fresh out my girlfriend I can't help but feel like I'm going to die.

But Spencer's mortification makes me feel guilty, so I blurt out, "It's fine." For not just her benefit, but for mine too.

My eyes stare at the blood as my shaking hands fumble around to throw it out before I can let the lightness in my head take over.

"You okay?" I make sure to ask her as I slide my underwear on again in a haze. She nods and starts scrambling to get her underwear off the floor. I grab them for her, knowing if I don't sit down immediately I'll throw up or pass out.

The thought of my Father's fists pummelling against my flesh replays in my mind on repeat until I sink into the bed beside her.

I black out a little and pull Spencer into my body as some sort of stabiliser. I cling to her for dear life. I close my eyes and try to picture her instead of my mangled reflection all those times.

 "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Spence." I tell her, on the verge of tears.

"Everything okay?" She beckons gently. I'm not entirely sure what I respond is even an answer, more of a noise really.

Spencer. 

Spencer.

Dad.

No Spencer.

"You're okay." She speaks gently against my neck. And I believe her. Hearing her say it, confirms that I am in fact fine.

I love her. 

I'm in love with her. 

Am I? 

Shit I am.

I contemplate telling her this new discovery before mentally telling myself to shut up.

"You want to stay here tonight?" I offer. "I'd love to." Spencer says, slipping her almost nude body under my blanket and helping my numb body under them too.

She leans over my body and takes my glasses off my face with a small grin.

"Night." She whispers. "Night, baby." I groan, already half asleep.

Spencer.

"Alright! Up!" I hear a cacophony of knocking outside my bedroom door.

After waking up in Noah's bed on the 22nd of December at 4:30am to his twin drunk-projectile-vomiting all over their shared jack and jill bathroom, it's safe to say I had a wonderful day. Noah insisted he would clean the bathroom after he got Maja cleaned off, drugged up and in bed. But I ended up doing all of it for him. I told him I'd shower off Maja to save her the shame of her brother doing it.