Something About Us

Don't Ask, Don't Tell

“Spencer Jill Hastings! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What?” Spencer snickers, rolling her eyes, annoyed. “It looks better like that,” eyeing the car she had just totaled.

“Your behavior is completely unacceptable. You have missed more days of school than you have attended, and then you think it’s okay to take my car for a joy ride and then run it off the road!” Another nasty look from Spencer. “Spencer! You are a junior in high school and not to mention,  a Hastings,” Veronica began scolding her daughter once again. “You have to keep up an appearance, and this,” giving a gesture towards the car, “This is not it!”

“Spencer, your mother is right. I don’t know what has gotten into you, but you need to fix it, and do it fast!” Peter warned. “Tomorrow you will go to school, go to field hockey practice, and then drag your sober ass back home do you understand?”

“No. I don’t. But since I’m a Hastings, I’m going to have to put on that prep school uniform and that pathetic fake smile that I know all to well. I’ll prance down the hallways greeting everyone I come into contact with. I’ll smile, I’ll laugh, but I don’t think you can ever get me to understand this family.”

“This is your family Spencer, whether you like or not you have to accept that. I did. Your father did. Melissa, she did, and look at where she is now. Thriving with two kids, a loving husband and a paying job. And it’s sad because when I look at you, all I see is a huge disappointment!”

Earlier that morning.

“Hey babe.” Alex said climbing in through Spencer’s bedroom window. Jumping down from her bed, Spencer met him halfway, leaning in for a kiss. Alex’s heavy hands traveled down the small of her back until they reached the belt loops of her denim washed skinny jeans.

“Don’t.” Spencer breathed against his ear, letting his lips continue down her jawline.

Ignoring her demand, Alex tugged at her jeans until her hips were placed perfectly against his. Alex’s kisses became longer in length, and his hands continued down their path, perfectly mapped out on Spencer’s body.

“Alex please no. Please don’t.” Spencer was frantically trying to redirect Alex hands, but was failing miserably now. She was no longer kissing him back, gasping for air, but he showed no mercy. Alex pressed into Spencer’s body, sandwiching her between the bedroom door and his body.

“What? I thought you liked me?” He breathed, his warm breath against her ear, “I thought...” his voice trailed off as he left a mark at the base of her neck. He had begun to slide her jeans down her thighs, when she broke all contact between them. Alex finally got the message that Spencer had been trying to get across to him. He removed her completely of her jeans and threw her on the floor. Spencer was now desperate. Why didn’t he get it? Why didn’t he understand that she wasn’t ready for this? Spencer released herself from his strong hold, trying to find her balance once she stood,  now towering over an enraged Alex.

“ Alex, I can’t do this with you. I think you need to leave,” Spencer suggested clearly embarrassed.

“Who the hell are you to tell me when I need to leave?!” Alex was now screaming.

“Alex, I’m sorry I--” Before she could let another word escape her swollen red lips, the imprints of the rings that rested on Alex’s knuckles had been left across Spencer’s lower abdomen. Clutching her side, Spencer fell back to the ground. Alex didn’t stop at that.

Repeatedly hitting and kicking her in various parts of her body Alex gave her an option.

“Why don’t you call me later bitch, and we can talk about going to this party tonight,” kicking her in the ribs one last time Alex continued, “But for now you can rot in hell.”