Fuse

thirty - six | brave

K A N E W A L K E R

It's been a week since my mom came over. Honestly I thought it was going to go a lot worse that it did. She's so unpredictable and everyone's always on edge around her, not knowing what she'll say or do at any given moment.

She seemed to like Spencer though, which I'm happy about. The offer about London fashion week has seemed to really boost her confidence and self esteem.

I'm surprised she did that for her, even thought I'd never doubt Spencer for a second. She's so talented and she deserves to be able to peruse her passions, and if makeup is that, then I'll be behind her all the way.

After I've covered a few things with my men in my office I head upstairs to bed. I walk into my bedroom and see Spencer staring at herself in the mirror, holding her dress up above her waist.

She jumps when she sees my reflection and instantly drops her dress back down, bringing her hands to her eyes. Has she been crying?

I close the door and walk over to her, frowning as I take in her appearance. Her eyes are bloodshot and her skin is blotchy. She half laughs, trying to play it off and goes to move but I stop her.

"What's wrong?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Nothing, I'm just being silly — lets just go to bed." She mumbles and I move in front of her.

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me why you've been crying." I tell her and she peers up at me through her damp eyelashes. I don't want her to bottle anything up, ever. She needs to know that she can talk to me about anything. "Spencer," I press when she doesn't respond.

"I just.. it's my stomach." She sighs. I raise my eyebrows in confusion and she drops her head. "Every time I look at it I feel sick. I keep thinking about that night and I can still feel his hands on me." She confesses and I frown down at her.

"I just hate this, I wish it would just go away. I wish I was brave and strong so I could forget about all of this." She frowns and I bend down to look at her.

"You are brave Spencer. You've been so brave." I assure her and she sighs, shaking head.

"No I haven't." She replies and I place my hands on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

This girl has no idea how strong she is. "Look at me Spencer," she lets out another sigh before slowly raising her head. "You want to know the truth? The real truth?"

Her eyes narrow through confusion. "I think it's brave that you still get up in the morning even if you just ache for a rest. I think it's brave that you keep on living even if there's been times where you didn't want to. I think it's brave that you welcome all the problems that are thrown your way everyday and decide to fight them. I know there are days where you just feel like giving up but I think it's brave that you never do."

My eyes flick down to her lips which are quivering slightly as she leans up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her lips against mine.

"You are the bravest person I know Spencer, never ever doubt that." I whisper against her lips and she pushes herself off the ground, wrapping her legs around my waist and embracing me tighter.

I sit down on the bed and she clings to me, burying her head into my neck. We just sit like that for a while, in complete silence. Both of us just treasuring each others company.