I HATE U, I LOVE U ✸ RAFE CAMERON

CHAPTER TWO.

Spencer woke up later that night, he only puked once surprisingly, he didn't remember much. He forces himself to get out of bed and clean the puke out of his trash can.

Spencer notices Sienna standing behind him in the bathroom, "Look, I'm sorry I couldn't help you earlier. I can help you now, just let me finish up in here." He told her, continuing to scrub the trash can with soap.

"What was Rafe doing here? I saw him leave. You do remember him torturing you for basically your whole life, right? He's not a good person, Spence."

Spencer sighed, turning the water off and setting the trash can on the counter to dry. "You sound like Mom, Sie. I didn't forget about what he did to me, alright? I'm your big brother, I'm supposed to worry about you and protect you—not the other way around."

Sienna shakes her head, "You don't get to do that anymore. I'm not a little kid—I know how awful the world we live in is. I might not remember every single detail of his mistreatment of you, but I remember you coming home every day from school crying because of him. Mom had to put you in therapy because you said you were going to kill yourself! Remember that, Spence? That's who Rafe Cameron is. He might seem like he changed, but people like him don't change." She says sternly, trying desperately to get it through his head.

Spencer walks towards his little sister, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame, laying his head on top of hers, giving a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you remembered all that. I can't even imagine how rough that was for you to see me struggling like that at such a young age."

Sienna wraps her arms tightly around her brother, laying her head in his chest, holding back tears as she sniffles. "I just want to say, I'm so proud of you for still being here. If you would've killed yourself, our family would forever be broken. You're so loved, Spencer, never forget that."

Spencer's heart melted in his chest, he rubbed her back soothingly, making some space between them so he could look at her. "No tears, you're gonna make me cry. I love you, Monkey."

Sienna blinks away her tears, a smile forming on her face as she looks lovingly at her brother. "I love you too, Turtle. Come on, you have homework to help me with."

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For the next few hours, Spencer did his best to simplify algebra to his sister, and help her solve the equations. He stayed with her until she fell asleep, he tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

He made his way downstairs, seeing his mother sitting in the living room, drinking wine and watching The Real Housewives.

Magnolia turns her attention to her son, "Spencer, come here. I want to talk to you now that you've sobered up." She pats the seat next to her, placing her wine glass on the table.

Spencer exhaled, preparing himself mentally for this conversation as it would be harder than the talk he had with Sienna. He stood still for a moment, then obeying and walking into the living room, sitting next to his mother.

Magnolia places her hand on her son's cheek, rubbing her thumb against his cheekbone—knowing it soothes him—she watches as he relaxes. "Spencer, you're my son, my only son, you're my first born—you made me a mother which has been my greatest gift. You're such a kind, loving, compassionate, courageous, handsome and wonderful person. I know you're all grownup now, but you'll always be my baby, no matter how old you get. Hijo, you made me so proud. You have conquered so much in your twenty one years of life—I just don't want you to go backwards. Rafe Cameron is a parasite. Hijo, he's the devil." She continues to rub his cheek, looking into his big brown doe eyes.

Spencer stays quiet—he's not sure what to say. He knew his mother was right. Rafe was the devil reincarnated. He caused him so much pain and suffering. He wasn't quite sure if he believed in change and that people changed their ways. But, in some twisted way, he felt himself hating Rafe less and less the more people reminded him how shitty he is. He wanted to see the good in him and maybe that made him a fool.