I stayed cross legged on the kitchen table. A wife! He had a bloody wife! "Shay.." I heard Spencer sigh behind me. "You stole my first kiss, and than decided to move on to steal my virginity! All behind your wife's back!" I glared turning my head. I let out a yell as I felt Spencer come close, putting his hands on the table by my waist. His face was against my chest, what was he doing? "Spencer! Get off me! Pervert! Leech!" I yelled trying to push him off, but he was to heavy built to shove off. "Shay.." he mumbled pinning my arms by my sides. "My wife,.." he started, breathing into my neck. "She cheated on me, I'm just doing the same.." he whispered, his grip was hurting my wrists. "So, you're using me?" I felt hot tears prick my eyes. "I was at first-" I stopped him pushing him off me, I stood facing him. "Spencer..." I stared, "You're an idiot" I turned running to the bedroom, I needed to pack my things. Coming here was a mistake, being here was a mistake, I should have died that day. "Shay, what are you doing?" Spencer grabbed my arm. "Let go of me!" I yelled, trying to yank my arm away. "Shay! Just let me explain!" Spencer yelled, louder then I've heard someone yell. I winced, holding still looking away. "It was just to get back at her, but I couldn't help myself, I felt my love for you grow.." he wrapped his arms around my lower back pulling me close. "Spencer.." I whispered, gripping the front of his shirt. "You're.. You're such an asshole" I felt the tears slide down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, Shay.." he whispered in my ear, kissing my earlobe. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I kept things from you, I know I shouldn't have.." he moved his lips to mine, kissing me lightly. His kisses, no, I'm weak.. "Spencer" I whispered between kisses, his hands slid on my hips pulling me close. "I'm sorry, Shay.." he whispered putting his lips to my neck. "I-I--" he shushed me, putting a finger on my lips. "Don't speak, please smile for me, tonight, I'll treat you like my princess" he whispered in my ear, he pulled me closer till I was pressed against him. I gasped,he started kissing my neck, "Spencer" I breathed, gripping his shirt. "Please, no.." I whispered. "Shay, just let me" Spencer mumbled his head moving to my chest. "I found something better then revenge" he lifted his head eyes looking at me. "I found you" he whispered, kissing my lips. "I don't forgive you" I finally managed to reply pushing Spencer away from me. "I had someone for a while, but now, I should just rot away" I walked to the bedroom, picking up my clothes. "Since we're confessing things" I started, stuffing my clothesback into my suitcase. "I tried to kill myself months ago" I turned around, watching Spencer walk towards me. "Why? Are you depressed? Is someone hurting you?" He asked me, grabbing my hands and pulling me to him. "Yes, I am depressed and right now the only person hurting me is you" I yanked my hands away, picking up my suitcase. "I'll email you when I get back home, then I'll block you" I smiled faintly, turning to walk out.
My body hurt, I'd been waiting 2 hours for my flight. "Shay Jillian?" Carrie, the late night worker, she'd been checking on me all night. "How did you know my name?" I asked, I hadn't mentioned my name once to her. "You're reported as a missing child back in London, as protection we asking you to return to your hotel, since it id the weekend we are struggling controlling the drunks" Carrie explained holding out my plane ticket. I nod taking the ticket, "alright, good night" I nodded standing up, picking up my case. I checked my wallet, having enough dollars left over for a night in the nearby hotel. I sighed and kept walking, I passed so many happy people. Friends knocking me over as I passed, couples blanking my presence as I walked. I had no one not even a dog like the homeless person! I tripped dropping my contents on the floor, I had just enough time to pick everything up. "Shay!" I looked up, hearing my name, that voice.. "Spencer?" I looked towards him, his hand reaching out for me with worry as a drunk was speeding down the road. That was the last thing I saw before my mind went blank.
"Earlier this morning we spoke about Shay Jillian, a young boy who fell victim to another drunk driver, now left in critical condition" Edith spat on her rag, continuing to wash the bar. "Poor kid, now days it isn't even safe outside" she shook her head, putting her rag under the bar by the glasses. "Aye, read it in the paper, we should see if hecwakes up or not, got a friend who's son might be Shaylyn, never got to knew the little mite" Bill shrugged, drinking the last of his pint while watching the TV. Others in the bar were watching too, curious. The TV turned off, "What the? Oi, Edith why's the TV off?" Others groaned in agreement with Bill. "Not sure, I'm not near the thing to know"
