Branded For Death

Spencer

    "Um , Spencer?" Blake stated to Spencer in what sounded as a concerned voice, snapping the girl from her trance. "Oh, what?" Spencer asked, as she ran her fingers though her hair frantically trying to make it seem as though she had not been zoning out. "Sorry." She soon said accepting defeat that she had been caught staring at the girl.

    "Class is over you know." Blake commented with a chuckle. "It is?" Spencer questioned as her eyes widened a bit at how she had not been paying attention really all class either."Yeah" Blake stated with a smile that Spencer gladly returned. "You were zoned out like all of class." Blake added to her previous statement making Spencer blush a bit "I was?" Spencer asked trying to be nonchalant about it. 

    "Yeah, like you were staring off in space smiling." Blake stated as she laughed a bit But Spencer didn't mind it, she deserved to be laughed at a little bit. "Wait, were you staring at me during class." Spencer asked intrigued as to how the girl woulda known that she was zoned out. "What? No I was... I was" Blake quickly answered blushing as Spencer started laughing.

    'She is so adorable' Spencer thought to herself. She watched as Blake got up grabbing her bag that sat by where her seat was. Spencer got lost in thought again as she was snapped back out to Blake saying "See you around." crossing her arms and walking out of the classroom. 'I will never understand that girl' Spencer thought to herself sighing. Just then Spencer looks up at the clock. "Shit" She mutters under her breath, "He's gonna kill me" She quickly ran out of the classroom and towards the exit where she finds her bike leaning on the bike rack. She fumbled a bit as she pulled it up from the rack swinging her leg over it and starting to pedal.

     Twenty minutes later, she arrives at her house and sneaks through the garage so her father doesn't see that she hasn't been home. As she sneaks into her house she sees her father, asleep on the couch, an empty beer bottle in his hand. She immediately runs to the kitchen, and starts making him dinner.

    "Spence, is that you?" Her father calls from the other room. "Yeah dad." She hollers back from the kitchen. He gets up from the couch, his drunken footsteps loudly hitting the hardwood floor, making them creak. He walks into the kitchen and sits at the table. Spencer continues to cook his food, feeling his gaze as she finishes preparing his meal. "You better not burn it again, the last time it tasted like shit." He says. She continues to make his food, not looking behind her.

    At the last second she decides to look behind her. Her father is staring straight at her. Something in his eye scared her so much that she wasn't paying attention when she touched the hot pan. She screamed in pain. " What the fuck is wrong with you." Her father says annoyed. "S- sorry." She stammers, continuing to finish making his food.

    She then sets the food down on the table, where her father stares at the plate. "Where the fuck is my fork." She starts to get it, when he stops her. "Just don't get up, he says." "Gotta do every goddamn thing myself around here." he murmurs under his breath. " I'm sorry." she whispers. " What did you say, I couldn't hear you." he says mockingly. "I'M SORRY!" She yells. He does nothing , he just stares at her until he sits down.

    Spencer's father looks down at his plate once more. "This shit better not taste as burnt as it looks." Her father starts to dig into the plate, spitting while he says the last part. He takes one bite and spits the whole thing out. He throws his fork on the ground and smashes his plate on the table, making it shatter into pieces. Spencer, knowing she would have to clean up the mess, starts to get up. Before she can push her chair out all the way, her father picks her up by the arm. She struggles against his grasp. He was a lot stronger than she thought.

    "Let go of me." she cries. "You're hurting me." He lets go of her. "You look just like your mother." He starts to cry. "That dirty lying whore, that left me with you." He pushes her into the table. "You act like her too." She flinches as he starts to raise his hand. He drops his hand and steps back. Just then she spits in his face.

    He looks at her, and smacks her across the mouth. She holds her jaw. "I am nothing like my mother." She says and walks up to her room. " Get back here." He yells "Who's gonna clean up this mess." "I don't know," She says, walking away. "Like I said, I'm nothing like my mother so I'm not going to clean up after your messes." She runs up to her room, grabs everything that she owns, that she can carry in one duffle bag and runs out of the house into the garage. She hops on her bike, and rides away, tears in her eyes.

     As Spencer rides her bike, she feels her phone buzz in her pocket. She takes it out. It's a text from Blake.

    Hey, wanna hang tonight?

    Not thinking, she texts back

    Sure, can I stay the night, home, isn't a place I wanna be rn

    She starts to head towards Blake's house, on the other side of town. Far away from her father. She stops and opens up the text from Blake

    Of course you can stay over, you're always welcome <3

    Spencer looks at the text, smiling. Then continues to ride to Blake's house, butterflies in her stomach. As she continues to ride her bike to Blakes house, she starts to think about her Father. About what he said to her before she left. As she continues to think about her cruel father, her phone starts ringing. Its her father calling her. Too scared to answer, she lets it ring, hoping it'll stop and he won't call again.