Fuse

fifteen | scrambled

S P E N C E R   J A M E S O N

My eyes open slowly to the sound of birds tweeting and sunlight pouring into the room. This is how I always imagined waking up every morning, feeling safe and content wrapped in Marshall's arms. I guess we can all imagine things but it doesn't necessarily mean they will happen.

Carefully I get out of bed and walk towards the door when I hear voices. Not being able to make them out clearly, I leave the room and pad down the hall towards the staircase.

"I don't care, I want every piece of CCTV picked up Mick, someone must have something."

I wonder what's going on?

"What about the apartment?" Someone asks.

"Just make sure it's not a mess, for whatever reason she doesn't want to involve the cops so just tidy it up." Kane says before it goes quiet. I wait for a few seconds before walking down the stairs when I see Kane sat on one of the sofas. He looked up when he hears me and stands, walking over to me. "How are you feeling?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Okay, I think." I reply and he sighs, running a hand along his jaw.

He brings his hand up and I instinctively flinch before feeling him move a strand of hair from my face and behind my ear. "I'm not going to hurt you Spencer." He frowns and I gulp back the bile rising in my throat.

"I know." I whisper, averting my gaze from him.

Just when it dawns on me that this is the second time I've stayed here in the last few days. What am I even doing?

This is so wrong. I'm engaged to someone and I'm in another man's house again.

But for some reason, as much as I know I shouldn't be here I can't help but feel so much safer. I feel comfortable around Kane and I'm not too sure why.

"Are you hungry?" He asks and I nod slowly. "Come on then," he directs me over to the kitchen. "Scrambled eggs good with you?"

I smile, "mmhh."

"When is your fiancé coming back?" He asks.

"I'm not sure." I reply as he continues cooking.

"What? He didn't tell you when he was coming back?" He asks with a raised brow.

Shit. Think of something Spencer.

"I mean.. he's a busy man, you know. Sometimes his meetings overrun and stuff so, he could be delayed. He he never really knows, so he doesn't usually follow a set schedule for anything." I ramble and watch as Kane watches me closely.

Oh great. Well done Spencer. You've managed to ramble yourself into an even deeper grave. If he didn't already think you're weird, he definitely does now.

"Well you can stay here until he comes back if you feel more comfortable. I don't really want you staying at your place alone." I nod gratefully and he offers me a small smile.

"Thank you for.. this." I say appreciatively and he looks up at me, giving a friendly smile.

"Your fiancé will be cool with it?" He asks. "I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea or anything. I'm just trying to help, you know that right?"