Big Time City-Girl {Sequal To Secret Cowgirl}

Chapter 6

"What happened?" I look to see a very concerned Lucas. I sigh, "Me and Tyler have been very flirtatious for the past month. Today I told him I didn't want to be messing around. I just wanted to be friends. But he then.." I almost made it through without crying. "But then he started hitting me, throwing me around like a rag doll, telling me he used us for publicity." I say. Dylan and Holland look at each other. "Like we said, only time you'll see us around him is on set and luckily this is the last season." Dylan answers. I nod and pull my hands into my sleeves to lean my head against my hands. I can't see straight I feel dizzy. "Are you ok Spencer?" I nod my head before I almost fall forward. "Ok let's go check with the hospital to see how really ok you are." Lucas says while he and Dylan both help me to stand up. "Are you sure?...I think I'm fine." I say sounding really tired. "Just for precaution." Mom says. I nod and let them lead me to a car. I can see papz hanging out around the apartment. They still move out of the way and let the boys load me into the Toyota Corolla.

We check in and the doctor looks at me. They asked for a few CT scans just to make sure nothing is wrong on the inside. I had a small amount of internal bleeding but we made it in time to patch me up. Nothing broken and nothing needing to be donated into my body. This took almost 2 days. Everyone took turns to be by my side.
Ryan came from California to be around. Blake said he could stay in town as long as I'd need him. Blake and Ryan have been like parents to me in California. I don't know how I got in the predicament of them caring for me but mom and dad have been so thankful for them. They had been there when I had nasty tabloids and a ride when I wasn't fit to be driving. Ryan was there in the hospital with me almost every morning.
The doctors ordered to stay at the hospital for another 2 days just for me to feel better when I leave. I lay in my hospital bed with Ryan, Dad, and Auggie on the couch next to me. We watch movies on my TV and play cards here and there. Dylan enters the room with a smile and sits by Auggie. I feel my phone vibrate and look to see Morgan texting me. I open to see a tabloid.

Tyler Posey beats friend, Amber Shay?

"Oh no." I say aloud before every cell phone in the room buzzes with the news of me. "Someone must've noticed you through the window." Ryan says. I see that the tabloid has been out since yesterday. "Not a week into my hospital visit and they put my life on blast." I say angrily. I scroll through and see a video attached. It's zoomed into Riley's room and you can see Tyler hitting me. "So much for him to play the victim card." I say. I scroll to see the pictures of me being loaded into the car. I was so bruised and swollen. Morgan texts again:

Apparently Tyler is on his way home.
I never liked that boy anyway.
Are you ok??
Need me to send my personal masseuse Rodrigo?

I shake my head at the Manager I'm glad to call mine. I text back:

No thank you Morgan.
Do you think you can cover my hospital expenses through the controversy?

"Who's texting you?" Dad asks. I look up to see the three boys sitting along the couch looking at me for an answer. "Morgan. I wanted to see if she can get these expenses paid for by the controversy." I shrug. "How do you feel about this situation?" He asks another question. I shrug again, "Well, I don't really care for the party anymore." I laugh off. "Yeah about that.."
"I don't need one. I need to get settled. I need one week of no bullshit." I say. They all nod and agree. My phone vibrates. Morgan

I can get a good sum of money for you if you do an interview when your out of the hospital.

I sigh. "She wants me to do an interview on the subject." I say. "Do it. Put the truth out there." Dad says. I do want my fans knowing what happened and show awareness of what to do in these situations.

When and where?

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I wake up in my hospital room to see only Lucas sitting by me. His hair messy and scrolling through his phone. "Hey, Huckleberry." I let out for him to quickly glance up at me. I let out a small smile, "You took the night shift?" I joke. "Did I wake you?" He asks. I shake my head, "No, I'm just ready to be home." I lie. He knows it's a lie. "Is it that interview you have Wednesday?" He asks. I sigh and look at the ceiling, "I hate that you know me so well." I hear him chuckle and see him move to a closer seat from my peripherals. I turn over onto my side to look at him. "I don't want people to think I'm playing the victim card." I say.
He shakes his head, "Spence, you've been in this line of work to know for sure there will be that opinion out there. You also know you can't avoid the paparazzi doing their jobs. You signed up for this career. You just need to learn to take the punches that come with it." He says.
What he said made sense and also knocked some sense into me. I look over to him. "Do you think I belong over there?" I ask him. "Where?" He asks. I just look at him. "I wish you were here. At home. But that's your career. That's your future." I shake my head. "Why do you ask?" He asks me. I shake my head, "I just can't see myself over there anymore."