After cleaning myself up I sneak out through a back window upstairs. When I go back to the hotel I turn on the tv to see a chilling sight. Paul and his beautiful little six year old daughter in botanical gardens. I call him immediately he answers on the second ring. "Hello." He says "Are you watching the news?" I say in utter fear. "Yes. I know." He simply states. "Well?" "I'll call you later." He hangs up WHAT?! CALL ME LATER?! He gives me anxiety sometimes Jesus Christ. I turn the television off out of frustration and worry. Why do I get the strong feeling I am being watched?! I walk up the door in fury and open it see the same perv I caught last time. I pull him harshly and place my You-are-dead cold face on. I slam him against the wall and place my now cold hands expertly around his throat. "Stop. Watching. Me" I whisper menacingly. He stares in fear struggling to breathe. I tighten my grip. "If I catch you one more fucking time you're dead." Control yourself Spencer. The battle fights within me. I want to kill him, but just for that? I let him go and he runs out. When the door opens I see Katie Benedetto standing at my door confused eyes burnt on me to explain. Shit what is she doing here? "What was that?" She asks confused. Shit shit shit think of something hurry up stupid. "He has been watching women through the peep holes, and I was undressing until well...you." Nicely done....ish. "May I come in?" She asks not questioning further. I motion for her to step in. I realize my clothes are still on from the previous night. Uh oh you just had to blow it. Do not ask please Katie do not ask. Oh distract her. I carefully look at my backpack on the bed as she closes the door and locks it so I grab it quickly and put it in the tub and divert her attention from the recent attack she just had to walk in on. "Aren't you supposed to be in school Katie?" I finally say. Good girl. "Indeed miss..." "Spencer." "I see. Why are you wearing that?" "I went out for a jog earlier this morning." She just nods looking around. I walk closer to the bathroom as she places herself down on the bed. "Do you like him? Paul Spector I mean." I chuckle seriously bitch he's mine. Technically before he got married and yeah but whatever. I feel bad for him because he's living a double life. Good guy by day bad guy by night. Oh night last night was amazing she has no idea, and she never will. I finally answer her question placing my dirty memory aside. "No. We're old friends." I say "How?" Stop asking questions I don't want to tell you. "School." I lie. Once I'm confident she isn't gonna to the bathroom I sit a good distance away from her because I probably smell of dirty water, sweat, sex, possibly blood and booze. "What do you want Katie?" I say breaking the silence because I would much rather be washing off last night's terror than speaking with a fifteen year old girl about her obsession with a man she doesn't even know. "I want to know you better. Considering you are a friend of Paul's. We are so in love." No you ain't. He doesn't want you. He didn't show you a "good time" oh my Paul Spector the things you can do to a woman like me yum. Shut her down. I sigh deeply and get up "about that Katie." I fake smile. After years and years of practice to be what I am I've mastered the simple techniques of lying and telling how someone else is lying thanks to Paul. I begin. "Stop fantasizing about something you know isn't reality. The truth hurts more than the world we envision for ourselves. He's married. He has two lovely children who adore him to death." She gives me a death glare after saying that. Awe come at me I dare you little bitch. She pushes with force. Of course mostly from me she thinks she's stronger that's so adorable. "Listen you prick" so she begins "you stay the hell away from him. He loves me and I him. We've had sexy love making in his study." Is this true? I will have to ask him about it later. I have to say though I'm truly hurt. Again. For now I feel Katie's rage towards me. Damn girl. "Katie stop trying to win him over you think he cares about you? You think you know him better than anyone in the world? You think you know me? You don't. Stop. Trying. You're fighting a war you're going to lose devastatingly, and I'll be on the sidelines watching it unfold slowly but surely." I smile contently with my statement of facts. Her hands grip my throat trying to choke me, but I pull them off and restrain her to the wall immediately. "Don't. Touch me. Ever." I whisper menacingly. I let her go before I do something I'll regret. She is panting softly to regain her breath. I kick her out knowing she should be in school. I lock the door and strip for a hot shower. The burning of water cascading my body feels enticing. I close my eyes and just let go. *** I wash my event outfit for tonight.
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(Obviously her headband would be black and her hair brunette of course ;)) I collect my things and stuff them in my bag. My phone begins to buzz in my sweatpants.
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I fish out my keycard answering my phone. "Hello." I walk in "I'm here." He hangs up what? I throw it inside the bag and jump when I look up "Fuck." I whisper shakily and exhale. He just smiles at me.
