Obsessed (Spoby)

Where It all Began!

"Who knows, you might want a round two afterwards" he whispered hotly in her ears, lifting up her chin as she flinched away. "But the offer is still open if you want" he smirked and went away leaving her shocked. She watched him as he sat in the car and disappears in the distance.

"What was that about?" Emily asked as she walked over and noticed Spencer standing alone outside the school gate, stunned.

"It-it was nothing.." she bent her head down and walked away leaving Emily behind, worrying about her best friend, not knowing the trouble Spencer's getting herself into.
--
"Mommy!" Cinder called out. Her small figure appear outside her bedroom door frame. Her dirty blonde locks swift through the air and her blue eyes sparkle up in the light of the hallway as she was holding her favorite teddy in her arms. She reminded Spencer of the man that she loved once, she was so much like her father. Blonde, blue eyed and beautiful.

"I can't sleep mommy" she softly speak up with her angel soft voice. "I feel scared" she made a sad and hurt face.

"Oh baby, come here" she embrace Cinder in a warm hug to comfort her.

"What happened, sweetie?" she showed concern looking at her daughter's scared face.

"I want to sleep with you tonight" she was on the verge of tears. "Please mommy"

"Baby, don't cry. We'll sleep together, okay?" she wiped her non-existent tears and instantly her sad emotions were gone. 

"With auntie Emmy?" she asked.

"Yes! With auntie Emmy" she smiled looking at her and embracing her in another hug, kissing the top of her head.
--
He kept on reading all night..as much as he could. He knew that he doesn't deserve forgiveness, not to mention to move forward. He have everything, the definition of 'everything' the world thinks of. Money, houses, fame, power but what the world doesn't know is that how empty, sad and broken he is deep inside.

The place, the environment, how it's portrait. Alcohol and drunk men everywhere. The steaminess of the atmosphere that sent shivers down her spine.
I'm not made for this! she tell herself everyday.
There was really loud thumping music, usually the popular songs of the time, something sexy, something seductive. The lights were scarce to keep the atmosphere sexy. Almost everyone were drunk, with a few people in clusters sitting around making out, dancing somewhere, drinking or just checking out the dancers with their lustful eyes.

As the curtains rose, her heart accelerated once again...just like everyday. She stood with her back arched and her hands stretched to the sky, as if in submission. Her white french lace bra with lace up details, a mesh lace cape that sounds like much coverage but in real life, it barely covered anything with a string and lace and that's what she hated the most about being there. She was almost naked and her body flaunted in front of the alcoholic beasts, especially him who wanted to get his hands on her and could do anything for that. The lights on the stage turned bright and the sinful rhythm started to pulse into her. Her eyes scanned the crowd. The lusty, alcoholic men ready to start another night where they will watch her body move in a seductive manner and she'll once again cry herself to sleep.
The cadence coursed through her veins like unwanted blood that contaminated her, a burden, like she's a sin! She turned elegantly, her body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to her..the stares..but she was used to it. She didn't quite care at the moment...she had to do it and she felt like this every night but it was her fate that tortured it and she had to surrender. She adapted quickly to changes in direction and music, taking command, and trusting herself. She savors the movements, cursing inside her head, taking the time to complete each one before moving on to the next. She embellishes her steps, with a wave of the arm or a toss of the head. She demands respect! but that is just a dream if she's considered a whore.
She wrapped around the pole, grabbing it with her dominant hand and standing on the base of the pole. Straightening her arm, her weight hanging from the pole as tears formed in her eyes, she swung all the way around the pole. Her brown curls were hanging all the way from her head to her breasts, enhancing her beauty matched with brown orbs but that wasn't what the men saw. They admired her for her body, for the sake of lust. She arched her body backwards and took her cue.
Everyone had there eyes on her and her partner Melissa, dancing on the pole beside her but he only had his eyes for her. The only stare that made her uncomfortable was his. The ocean blue, sparky stare made her agonized. His dark eyes were busy in tearing her existence apart, without even blinking. Chugging on Whiskey he examined her actions, her adornment and her sleek figure dropping thunder shots in his body. She turned pink in embarrassment, wanting to run off from that place, away from all stares especially his lustful eyes which made her uncomfortable to an extent she was bleeding inside.

Oh Spencer! he cried the tears that formed in his eyes like a waterfall. His blue eyes bled with sorrow. The pages of the book were wet with his guilt and rue. His heart pounded faster like it would come out of his chest.
Only if you knew how much I'm hurting...! his thoughts came to his mouth as he mumbled.
--
"Mommy" she whispered again as she watched Spencer's half-asleep figure laying beside her, still caressing her hair.
"Yes sweetheart?" she asked sleepily.
"I-I got scared last night" she told her. "There was a man in my room last night" she spat as Spencer's eyes opened wide.
"What? What are you talking about Cindy?" She asked sitting up.
"Yeah I'm not lying mommy" she nodded. "I hid under my blankets..I was scared but Auntie Emmy came and threw him out" she said in her innocent voice as horror build up in Spencer's eyes.
She hushed her to sleep quickly and barged outside to find Emily who was working on her laptop.
"He was here?" she said breathlessly.
She looked over to her worried face and breathless expressions as she sighed and took off her specs.
"I can explain Spence!"
"HE WAS HERE AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!" Spencer shout in rage. Her blood boils. "Who does he think he is? He think he can just control my life like this? Like, like he still have some power over me?!" She shouted, unable to process her words.
"Spencer he had to see his child. No matter how hard you try to deny it, Cindy is also his child, his blood! as much as she is yours" Emily explains calmly.
"HIS KID?! HIS CHILD?! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT IT EMILY!"
"He haven't even touched a hair on your body yet and you're this scared? Why Spencer? You think you'll fall back into his arms just like you did back then? Oh and come back to him like you did the momen-"
"STOP IT EMILY! I DON'T GIVE ONE SHIT ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE ANYMORE AND YOU KNOW IT! I'M GOING TO SLEEP" Spencer said banging the door shut behind her.

Deep down she knows, she knows he will always have his ways with her, that he will always be able to make her submit herself to him. And no matter how hard Spencer tries, it will never be enough. It's inside her, it's a seed he planted in her, a part of her that she can never change. A part of herself that she hates, that she wants to detach from herself. His touch, his breath that she still feels every night, he sometimes terrifies her in dreams like he used to do when they had what they had.

--

Pg. 05

Problems...They are a part of every situation, every story been told. If a story doesn't have a problem, who would read it? But in her case it was infinitely more complex than just a "problem". Sometimes you think that life will move on just the way it was before. Nothing special happens, just the same old routines which make you used to the fact that you still have to be alive one more day and go to bed thinking this might be your last night but you get up anyways.

'Aria got off her shift one night, stumbling with tiredness of work and life, taking the same path to home where no one would see her but little did she knew? That night was going to change everything in her life. A big storm's coming towards her. She eyed a few people walking around the streets at that time. She smiled looking at their dull, problematic faces. At least these people don't have to sell their body for a living, she thought to herself. She sighed and started to walk away from the stares of the local people who knew what she does to earn and they treated her just the way everybody else did who knew her reality. Just another miserable night, she thought again. These were the thoughts that keep her depressed but alive at the same time because she has something to look up to...A family she has to raise and that's exactly why she had to slow poison herself every night.'

She was still going on the same path when she received a call..The call that changed everything.

"Em? Why are you calling so late? Is everything okay?" she asked answering the line.

"Spence!" a very worried Emily spoke on the line. "I'm at the police station"

Her heart beat stopped. What could've happened? Is it related to Meghan and Madison? She rambled in her mind.

"What?! What are you saying?" she shouted.

"Me-Meghan! She thought she was being chased and she had the spare keys of her boss Amelia's car...When she got out of her shift from the Cafe..She saw a hooded man in a big, black car and when she started walking the car chased her so she sat in the car and sped up" she was breathless and her voice was scared. "She crashed the car!"

"What?!" Spencer screamed on the phone. "Is she okay?" her voice was concerned.

"Yeah she is okay but..sh-she is in Police custody and fined for stealing Amelia's car and crashing it plus she is also under aged so they're making a really big deal out of it" she sighed. "They're asking for $25,000 for the bail and it will be applied after tomorrow morning"

"Oh my God!" she gasped, unable to think what she can do right now to save her sister and to get her out of that pathetic place. She was out of thoughts and horror filled her mind when she couldn't have an answer about from where will she arrange this much money. That was the most horrifying night of Spencer's life and the worst was yet to come.