Too Broken to Love

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Spencer's POV

I sat on the couch with her head in my lap, rubbing her hair soothingly to calm her down. Eventually I would stop being a coward and tell her the truth, but not while the stress could harm her or the baby. For now my secrets needed to stay that way. She didn't need to know that I knew who the men were that just broke into her house, nor did she need to know that I was the reason they came here in the first place.

The truth was that those men were a part of my past that I hoped would never appear again in my future, funny how the universe has decided to keep screwing me over, like my childhood wasn't bad enough.

They were gone for now, but as soon as they posted bond they would be back. I knew what I needed to do, but leaving her here alone, was something that was harder than I imagined.

Once she went back to sleep I carried her upstairs and laid with her for a while, before leaving her a note to explain why I left.
'Had some business to handle, love you!'
Once I slipped out of the house I climbed into my truck and made my may to my mothers house. If anyone could help me track the son of a bitch down it was her.

A short time later I pulled up at my mothers house. She was in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher when I walked in, determined for answers. The nature of my parents relationship was never one that I delved into much. After we moved away when I was in high school, I finished school and came back here. My mother had helped me to start my company, knowing that I had no interest in my fathers preconceived plan for my future. Maybe that's why they separated, or maybe it was his long line of mistresses during the course of their marriage. One thing I give her credit for, even if I never understood it, was the way she was able to stay on civil terms with him.

To anyone looking in from the outside their interactions with each other were much that of a happy couple. They both still wore their wedding rings, even though they had not lived together in years.

"Mom, where is he?" I asked almost livid. Last night was the breaking point for me. Not only did his men break into Averleigh's house, but while she was asleep with her kids, and Baileys kids upstairs.

She turned around startled for a second before taking a deep breath and motioning to the table.
"Sit down, we need to talk." She grimaced. "Your father called this morning, he wants to meet with you."
"Oh yeah?" I snarked sarcastically, "and he thinks the best way to get me to talk is to have his guys break into Averleigh's house in the middle of the night?"

She winced, clearly taken back by the information.
"Of course he didn't tell you that! why would he?" I snorted.
"He did WHAT?" her face paled, her expression turning cold as she stood and picked up the phone.

"What the hell do you think you are doing? That girl and her kids have nothing to do with any of this!"
I could hear him uttering some words on the other end of the line.
"I don't care what your reason is, you leave them out of it from now on!"

If I knew my father, and I did very well, he was probably saying exactly what my mother wanted to hear. The manipulative son of a bitch wouldn't stop unless he got what he wanted.

I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a location and time for him to meet me. If he wanted to talk, we would talk, but it would be on my terms. I had made the mistake before of trusting him, only to have his men jump on me at the first hint of me not following his orders.

My mother informed him of the information I had written down, hung up the phone and turned to face me.

"Spencer, he said he would be there. You do know what you are doing right? I could always come—" she began before I cut her off.
"No I want you no where near this. He needs to know once and for all that I am not his puppet."