broken love |s.reid|

chapter twenty-five

Abby's POV:

Pulling into my driveway, and not seeing Spencer's car, I felt relieved. I mean, this was my home, and I could only wear JJ's clothes for so long. Getting out of the car, I shut the garage before unlocking the door.

"Hello?" I yelled out, just to make sure I was the only one there. After I heard no reply, I proceeded up the stairs.

My heart beat faster for some reason as I got closer to the bedroom. All I could think about was the last time I was here. The words I yelled at Spencer ran through my mind, feeling so fresh. When I opened the door to my bedroom, a cool breeze greeted me. The curtains were drawn, lights out, bed neatly made, and the closet door was closed. You could nearly swear nobody had been staying here.

I walked into my closet seeing all of Spencer's clothes along with mine. My heart sank as I could practically smell his cologne from his attire that hung before me. I made a mental list in my head, running through it several times making sure to grab everything, and quick.

"Okay four shirts, three jeans, one dress pants, three sweats," I said aloud, folding all my clothes that laid on the ground. I nearly took my entire closet because I had no clue when I would be coming back. I stood up, beginning to flip through my sweatshirts, and the smell of Spencer just grew stronger as I stood there.

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Spencer's POV:

"Wait what the hell?" As I turned the corner to approach the house, I saw Abby's car parked in the driveway. "This has to be a joke."

I jumped out of the car, shutting the door quietly. I mean, I didn't care that she was here, but it did surprise me. What was I going to say? Do I say anything?

I shut the garage behind me, unlocking the door slowly before walking in. I slipped off my shoes before turning on the lights in the living room. Placing my bag down on the couch, I then headed over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. After chugging it down in a single gulp, I slowly headed upstairs. My heart began to beat faster as I realized I couldn't avoid talking to Abby.

Opening the door to the master bedroom, our overhead lights illuminated the room. I could see that the closet door was open, with the light on, so I slowly made my way over there. I hesitated as I reached for the doorknob, but finally found the guts to open it. Don't be stupid Spencer.

"Abby is that you?" Shoot, that was such a stupid question, dammit Spencer.

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Abby's POV:

I froze. This can't be happening. Do I say something?

"Uh- yeah I'm over here." I yelled, trying to hurry and shove everything into my bags for the weekend. I could hear Spencer walking over to me. Shoot, what do I say? Do I say anything?

"Oh, okay, I just wanted to make sure it wasn't some crazy lunatic in here." Spencer laughed nervously. As I watched him turn and walk out, I felt my heart sink to my toes. I don't get why, I'm mad at him after all. Running through my packing list once again, I zipped up my bags making sure I had everything.

I stood up to walk out, and was greeted by Spencer sitting on the edge of the bed. His head rested in his hands, it nearly sounded like he was crying. I tried to fight every urge to walk out that door and not comfort him, but that would be so cold of me. I at least had to be there for him, as a friend. Even though we were fighting, he was still my fiancé.

"Hey hey, don't cry." I said softly, sitting down beside him at the foot of the bed. My heart always broke when I saw him cry. I rested my hand atop his shoulder, attempting to calm him.