Addicted to you~ S.Kalogeras🌷

she sounds absolutely amazing~⭐

(Spencer pov)

October 5,2024

The soft light in the living room flickered from the lamp in the corner, wrapping the space in a warm glow. I sat on the couch, the weight of the day pressing down on me as the adrenaline slowly faded into a dull ache. Sunday was in the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets in search of something to clean my burgeoning black eye-a sight I never wanted to see because it meant vulnerability, and nothing in this world scares me more than being vulnerable.

"Just sit still for a second, okay?" Sunday called from the kitchen, her voice laced with a smooth blend of concern and determination. I could hear the rattling of a first aid kit, the sound so ordinary yet comforting, even amidst the chaos I had just endured.

"Got it," I muttered, attempting to gather my thoughts. Why did everything have to feel so overwhelming? "I'll just sit still and pretend like everything is rainbows and sparkles."

I was being sarcastic, of course, but it was hard not to feel like the world was caving in on me.

"Spencer," Sunday coaxed, her voice soft and soothing as she reached for my hand. "I want to help you. You don't have to go through this alone."

I sighed, rolling my eyes in an attempt to mask the vulnerability creeping in. "I'm really fine, Sunday. It's just a stupid fight. No big deal." But even as the words left my mouth, I knew I was lying. This wasn't just about today; it was about everything that sat like a lump at the back of my throat, choking off my ability to articulate what I really felt.

"Can you at least tell me what led to it?" she pressed gently, her expression concerned but patient. "I just don't want to see you hurt."

Sunday finally emerged with a small bottle of antiseptic and a few cotton balls. Her focus was unwavering as she approached me, kneeling beside the couch to level our gazes.

"Come here," she said softly, and before I could protest, she took my chin in her hand and turned my face toward the light. "Just let me take care of you."

For a split second, I wanted to push her away, to keep up that tough persona I thrived on. But instead, as her fingertips brushed my skin, I felt safe, she makes it so easy to trust her. There was something about Sunday's gentleness that made me want to lean into it, to think just for one split second the wind blew me into the right direction.

Her.

"Spencer, what happened?" Her voice was so soft, like a lullaby cutting through the turmoil swirling inside my mind.

"Just... things got out of hand today. "It's just this whole thing with my dad..." I began. "I saw him today. Kissing some woman in public". "Like if you're gonna do it at least try to be more discreet about it" I said trying to joke about the situation

Sunday's gaze softened, and I noticed the way her eyes studied me, searching for the right words to say. "Spencer, I can't imagine how that must feel. You know I'm always here for you"

The anger at my dad was complex, mixed with feelings of abandonment and betrayal. "He's off living his life like nothing ever happened, while I'm just stuck here, dealing with the fallout. And don't even get me started on my mom."

I rubbed my forehead, irritation biting at my resolve. "She's just as bad, both of them making their choices while I'm left to pick up the pieces."

Sunday's hand brushed against my shoulder, sending a ripple of comfort through me. "You're not picking up the pieces alone, Spencer. You have me."

"You've always been so much more than the "bad girl" everyone claims you to be." she continued

My brows furrowed in curiosity "yeah? Then who am I?" I asked

"You're Spencer. The girl that writes love poems for fun. The girl who describes her crush as a cas song ." Sunday paused, smiling softly, her thumb brushing gently over my cheek, and I had to suppress a shiver at her touch.

"She sounds absolutely amazing" I joked.

"She is" Sunday simply replied while laughing softly.

"Do you trust me?"

"Always" I didn't even have to think about it, there's nobody I trusted more than Diego and her.

"Then trust in me to help you be the real you and not the personality you hide behind"

"I can always try for you" I said half joking and half serious.

"Good"