Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love An Interrogation

Skylar's P.O.V.

"Come over. Right now."

Well that was strange...

"Hey, Princess. Who was on he phone?" Grayson asks as he plops into bed beside me.

"Spencer. She told me to come over, then hung up."

He raises an eyebrow. "Did something happen?"

"Not that I know of... I'm going to get dressed."

I climb out of bed and Grayson groans, pulling me back to the warm mattress.

"Gray, I gotta go. It sounded really serious. What if she or Carter is hurt?"

He sighs and releases me. "Be careful. Call me if you need me. You can take my car."

Before I can thank him, my phone buzzes in my palm. I glance down and see that it was once again, Spencer.

Spence: Bring Grayson.

Alrighty then.

"Actually, you're driving." I tell him.

"Why don't you want to dr-"

"No. Apparently she wants you to come too. So go put some pants on, and let's get going. Hurry up."

"Damn, bossy." He mutters while climbing out of bed.

Yesterday was overall pretty awesome. We spent the whole time on the couch watching movies, telling stories and jokes, and lots of cuddling.

It's now Sunday morning, and apparently, I'm needed at the Reed household.

Oh boy...

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Ten Minutes Later...

"What do you think happened?" I ask nervously.

"For the hundredth time, I don't know. Princess, you need to calm down. I'm sure everything's fine."

"But what if it isn't?" I reply anxiously.

"Then we'll find out when we get there, and we'll do whatever we can to help." He says calmly.

I sigh. How is he so relaxed about all of this!? Our friends could be hurt!

Soon, we pull up in front of Spencer's house, and I race to the door, knocking quickly.

The door immediately opens to an emotionless Spencer. She stands there with a blank face, just staring at me. Then turns and walks inside.

I follow behind her. "What's going on? Are you hurt? Did something happen with Carter?"

Grayson soon catches up to me and places a hand on my shoulder to calm me down as much as possible. We follow Spencer into the living room, noticing a stressed-looking Carter on the sofa.

He has his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands. What could have happened that has him this messed up?

Grayson stops next to Spencer and I slowly walk over to Carter, sitting down next to him.

"What's going on?" I whisper.

He looks up to me with eyes full of unshed tears, surprising me greatly. Carter doesn't ever cry.

"What's this all about?" Grayson asks confusedly.

Spencer keeps her blank expression and pulls out her phone, tapping the screen a few times. She then flips the device to face me.