𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟏𝟓. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

y'all aren't gonna like these next chapters they're low-key sad LOL im sorry-

also light TW: talking about drugs, addiction, etc 

^ sorry for so many tw i just know that some ppl are sensitive and i wanna make sure everyone is ok 💓

the bottle fell to the floor, shattering into pieces. liquid spilled between the cracks and you panicked, grabbing a bunch of paper towels,

"y/n?!" spencer yelled from the shower, "is everything okay?!" 

you lifted your head,

"y-yup! just fine!" you said, your hands shaking. you cleaned the broken glass up carefully, throwing it in the trashcan. you rushed over to his sink and washed your hands as you stared into the bottom of the sink. 

what the hell was he doing with that? 

is he okay? 

can i help him?

why would he do that?

a million thoughts raced through your head as you closed the drawers and cabinets in a rush. you had to go home, you didn't know how you'd act around him with what had happened. you put the pots and pans away, finally stumbling back to your bag. you sat at the kitchen counter bar on a stool, waiting for spencer. you heard the shower stop running and stood up. a few minutes later, spencer came out of his bedroom wearing a purple sweater and sweatpants. he looked at you and studied you. 

spencer walked out of his bedroom to see you, standing infront of one of the stools. he watched you closely, seeing you nervously shifting your weight on your feet, the clenching of your bag, the pale face and the fast breathing. 

you took in a short breath,

"hey, um, i don't feel so well. i don't wanna get you sick. i'll see you at work tomorrow." you said without hesitating. you turned and walked out of his apartment. you felt lightheaded and sick to your stomach, your steps uneven and choppy. spencer's jaw nearly dropped in confusion as he turned his palms up, opening his hands,

"what- i- okay." he sighed, shaking his head. he closed his door after watching you walk down the hall, walking to his kitchen,

"did she see something..?" he muttered to himself, examining the counter until his eyes landed on the needle that you had left on the counter. his eyes widened and he sprang forward to his drawer that the needle was in. he filtered through the utensils to find the bottle of dilaudid,

"no, no, no, no, no!" he said, not finding it. he looked up and froze, thinking about the sound of glass breaking. he turned, leaving the drawer open as he charged toward his trashcan. he opened it, his eyes fluttering around the inside of the trash bag in an attempt to find a piece of glass. he noticed a slight glare, reaching in and grabbing it. he confirmed it as glass. the piece he picked up had a label on it that read hydromorphone. he sank to his knees, sliding back and sitting down on the kitchen floor. he sat against the counter, holding the glass in his hand. he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cabinets.

"shit." he sighed.

you ordered an uber for yourself, not saying anything to the driver except a small 'hello', and 'thank you'. you hurried into your home, closing and locking the door behind you. you stared at your floor as you let your bag drop from your shoulder, down your arm, and to the floor. you moped to your room, sliding off your shoes. you crawled into your bed, curling up around a pillow. you just laid there, thinking about what you had just seen. 

you thought about how your brother was an addict. 

he was too young.

the way his addiction caused him to get into the trafficking ring, anyway. 

you had nearly forgotten the way you were sensitive to things like that. 

with images of your brother's body flooding into your head, you sat up, rubbing your eyes. you got up, walking out of your bedroom and down the hall back to your bag. you grabbed your phone, noticing you had a few missed messages. they were from spencer, and they read;

s: hey, y/n

s: hope you're feeling better

s: anyway i can help?

spencer texted you in an attempt to make things casual.

your body tensed and you texted back,

y/n: nope, im fine just felt a sick. im also overwhelmed with this case. sorry for leaving like that. 

you turned your phone off and sulked back to your room. your phone dinged as you sat down on your bed. with a small sigh, you opened the text.

s: oh, alright. no worries, im here if you need. seriously, mark my word.

y/n: sure thing

you couldn't help but let out a small smile at his eagerness to help. you set your phone down as you laid on your back across your bed. you stared up at the ceiling.

spencer felt relieved as he read your text. he'd stayed sitting in his kitchen nearly all night, wishing he'd thrown away the needle and bottle sooner. he finally stood up, disposing of everything before lifting himself up and off the floor. 

he went and laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling.

hey so the reason this chapter is short is because i wanted to know is this drama like ok (i didn't wanna get too far into this plot twist if you guys didn't like it)? im gonna add a lot more smut, don't even worry abt that,,, but is this drama ok? there's so many good ideas people have come up with and its just gonna be so fun lolol but is this alr? because if you do.... i have big plans for the next chapters.. 😼

also still kinda planning stuff out, no chapter tomorrow

drop y'alls instagrams and snaps im gonna make a gc

and how would everyone feel if y/n got pregnant? do u think she should keep it? abortion? NOT SAYING IT'LL HAPPEN JUST THINKING