"Spencer told me..." She whispers.
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Monday, November 22
My eyes widen, before I have the chance to gather my thoughts. He wouldn't.
I feign surprise, "What did he tell you?" I say raising my eyebrows at the same time.
"For goodness sake, Blair, you bloody well know what I'm talking about," She closes the door to my bedroom and leans her back up against it, as if to show there is no way I'm getting out of this.
If enough force is applied to a sheet of glass the logical conclusion is for it to break. And for sure at this point I was the glass, broken under the weight of Sebastian's hand. "Why! Why did he have to blab" I pace up and down the room thinking of something that would get her off my back. Dammit Spencer. "Blair, he had every right to tell me. Tell me that you're being abused!" I could hear the shock in her voice, even though she would have had a number of hours to digest this information. She went on, "I'm going to forget the fact that you told him and not me, because I'm worried for you Blair. You can't carry on like this."
"Well what am I supposed to do?" I spluttered, rubbing my throbbing head.
Lyla's shoulders fell from being braced for a fight, however I had no fight left inside of me.
"Leave him," she says, an obvious look on her face.
I shake my head, "It isn't that easy," I frown, "We are a public figure, we're getting married an..and...I love him," I turn away at this point unable to handle her reaction.
"You wha-," She falls silent and then I feel a light hand on my shoulder. I turn to face her my eyes brimming with tears, "How is it that there is so much pain in our story, yet I still love him?" I ask, my voice cracking. I turn on my heel angry now, "How can such a horrible person be loved?! I deserve so much more than this!"
Again she says, "Leave him."For the rest of the evening Lyla and I had talked it over, however I came short of making a decision because I started to feel headachy. Whether it was to do with the idea of leaving Sebastian or not, I don't know. I had climbed into bed shortly after Lyla went to her room, and I had fallen into a restless sleep, mulling over this choice I had to make. Unlike other nights, I did notice when Sebastian climbed into bed our bed, and kissed my forehead. It either made my decision a lot harder or a lot easier, because of his ever-changing moods.
I had only just dozed off when I heard my phone beep from an incoming message.
I'm flying out tomorrow. To Australia. I'm sorry, Blair.
-SpencerMy stomach lurches and I throw the covers off, running to the bathroom as quickly as I can before I lose my dinner. I take the hair tie of my wrist and tie my hair back into a messy bun. He's leaving? I want to scream, but instead, I lean over the toilet bowl and vomit again. I look down to my hand that is still gripping my phone, and I read the message from Spencer over and over again. I use my shaky fingers and type out a message to Lyla.
Did you know that Spencer was leaving?
-BI didn't have to wait long before she replied, I assume that she got a text from Spencer as well.
Yes.
Lyla Xx-
Why?
-B-
He didn't know how you would react to him telling me.
You were breaking and he couldn't pick up the pieces, because if you haven't noticed he is broken too.
But I'm here for you.
Lyla Xo-
I have nothing else to say so I look back at Spencer's message.
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Broken things can always be fixed
-B-
I know.
-Spence-
I wake up in a daze, my breath reeks and bits of my hair, which had unfortunately come in contact with my digested dinner, fell out of my bun. I suddenly remember what had sent me into the bathroom in the first place; Spencer was leaving. I jump up, and instantly regret it, as I start swaying on my weak legs. I climb into the shower and try to wash the vomit out of my hair, as quickly as I can. I feel like crap. There is no way that I'm going to get to the airport, so I scramble back in my bed, and hope that I'll get some rest.
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