Playing Spies [l.t]

[4] Helping me

Maya's pov

I don't even know what to feel right now. My chest felt tight, and I could barely breathe.

"No." I whispered.

"No." I said a bit louder.

"No!" I yelled at my mom. "I am not going to move!"

"Don't yell at me young lady!" She grabbed by my arm and flung me across the room.

"You do what I say, and that's final!" She roared. I don't know how, but I got so enraged at her, that my body was now pumping with adrenaline. I got up, ignoring the pain that was currently shooting through my body.

"Look here, you are not going to drag me halfway across the country, to a place we've never been before, because the fucking beer is cheaper! You are a pathetic excuse for a mother and I won't put up with you anymore!" I howled at her.

She looked taken aback at my outburst.

"Honey." She said softly. she actually sounded like a mother who cared for her children. "We really need to move, life isn't good for us here."

"Bipolar bitch!" I yelled. "You don't care at all! Moving us to Australia is a terrible idea! Life can be good for us here too! You just don't want to try!" I studied her face and I could see the vein on her neck pop out slightly.

"We are moving and that's final!" She screamed. She calmed herself down before she started speaking again "We leave next week." She told me, smoothing out her shirt, before walking out of the kitchen. I slumped against the wall, too tired to cry. Sometimes the only question I have to ask is why?

Why did this happen to me?

Why did my mom have to be abusive?

Why did my dad have to die?

Why? Why? Why?!

I sighed before getting up. I needed to clear my head. I grabbed a thin sweater and slipped out the door. I walked over to the park and sat on my bench. I felt the cool air whip against my cheek as I rested my chin on my hands. I didn't even know I was crying until I felt salty tears on my lips. I hastily wiped them and tried snuggling further in to my thin sweater.

"Maya." Fuck. I knew that voice anywhere. Spencer. I turned around to look at him.

"Yeah?" I said my voice cracking. He noticed my appearance and rushed towards me, enveloping me in a hug.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"Everything." I told him, tears brimming me eyes again. I choked a sob, not wanting to cry on his shirt.

"Shh, it's okay baby, it's okay" He said while rubbing my back. That's when I started full out sobbing. I griped on to his shirt. He hugged me tight and I winced. I had bruises all over my body. I pulled away and wiped my tears.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"No, it's alright, we all have bad days." He said softly.

I have bad days, everyday.

"I just- I don't usually find comfort in a person I've known for a day." He puts his hands on my shoulders and I wince in pain.

"What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" He said removing his hands.

"Um, no, don't worry"

"I can't help but worry." He said softly. He grabbed my waist and I couldn't help but wince again. That blow to the stomach that my mom gave me really made a bruise.

"Why do you keep wincing?" He asked again.

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"It's obviously not nothing." He scoffed.

"Trust me, it's nothing." I assured him.

"No Maya! It's not nothing! Why do you keep wincing every time I touch you?" And with that he lifted up my sweater and shirt.

"Spencer!" I cried trying to push my shirt and sweater down, but he wouldn't let me.

"Maya..." He whispered, gingerly tracing the outside of the bruise "Who did this?"

I opened my mouth but the closed it. Should I tell him? I mean, I could always lie.

"Don't lie to me Maya, who did this?" He asked, a bit more angry this time. I hung my head and mumbled.

"My mom."

"What? Stop mumbling so I can hear."

"My mother ok?" I tell him frustrated. "My mom did this." I put my sweater and shirt back down and start to walk away.

"Oh Maya." He said and I could hear the pity in his voice.

"Don't pity me." I said with gritted teeth, turning around to face him.

"No, no, of course not. I'm just wondering why she would do such a thing." He whispered softly.

I chuckled humorlessly.

"I deserve it."

"No you don't!" He said, his voice holding anger.

"You don't even know what I did!" I yelled back.

"Fine, what did you then?" He crossed his arms waiting for an explanation.

"Well it was 2 years ago when my father died. We we're coming back from my soccer game going to Bill's and a car crashed into ours. I could've saved him if had just warned him earlier but I- I didn't." I explained, tears rolling down my cheeks. "And you know what the worst part is?" He looked at me waiting for an answer.

"I never said I love you." I whispered.

"Hey, hey, come here." Spencer said with open arms. I wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head on his chest.

"Maya, you have to stop blaming yourself for this. It wasn't your fault" He stressed softly.

"But it was, if I had warned him earlier, he would still be here!" I cried

"No Maya." He said, his voice now stern. "Even if you had warned him earlier, fate would've found another way to take him."

I nodded as best I could with my head on his chest.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Helping me."

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Here's chapter 4! Hope you enjoy!

Peace my lovelies!