sacrifices

PART 12

WARNING: this chapter includes chocking and a PRSD episode. Along with some fluff 🤩

y/n POV

getting home from my little joke, I started to worry. I was actually scared of what Spencer might to do me. But I was also excited? I'm not sure. God I'm a freak.

To get my mind off of it I decide to change into sweats and a baggy t shirt and watch some movies. I haven't watched Sex and the City for a long time so I decide on that.

Curling up in my fluffy blanket I start to dive into my popcorn and scroll through Instagram. Eventually I put my phone down and focus my attention to the movie. God I loved Carrie.

I hadn't realized I dozed off until I woke up to a screaming sound. I checked the time and it was 1 am?! Holy shit I slept so long. My thoughts were disrupted by the screaming again. I try to focus on what was happening.

"NO PLEASE!!! LET ME GO IT HURTS!" is what I hear. I jump up and walked to my door and stepped into the hallway. I realize it's coming from Spencer's apartment.  Oh fuck. What's going on. I start to breath heavier as I find his spare key.

Of course he leaves in under the mat. I hurriedly open the door scared of what might be happening. Was Spencer ok? Was someone hurting him? Did I care for him? I try to open the door but my fingers tremble with fear. Oh god Spencer is probably dying and I can't open the god damn door. Finally I get the key into the slot and open the door aggressively and run towards Spencer's bedroom.

I open the door and my face freezes with fear. He was ok. Nobody was hurting him. He was sleeping. Having a nightmare I presume.

"No no please. Don't kill him. Please. STOP IT HURTS!! GUARD!!"

He screamed. He is dreaming about prison. I had a few nightmares but nothing this bad. What the fuck am I supposed to do. I tip toed to Spencer closer and I see tears all over his face. Sweet dripped down his body and he was shaking and muttering "no stop"

I hesitated, then finally put my arm on his shoulder to shake him awake. He didn't awake. I shook harder.

"Spencer!!! Spencer wake up!" I whisper yelled. I shook him again and he jumped awake opening his eyes. He sees me and puts his big hands around my neck. He stand up and pushes me into the wall, still choking me.

"Spec-can't breath" I try to muster up. Oxygen was being cut off and I started to see black dots cloud my vision. He was having a PTSD episode. "NO! Why did you kill him!" He yelled into my face. I tried to talk again but my limbs grew weak and I felt light headed. Gaining a small amount of strength I kick him in the legs. Squirming. He stops and stairs at me like he has seen a ghost.

I put my hands around my throat and cough uncontrollably trying to fill my lungs with air. I start to freak out.

"Oh my god y/n!" Spencer said. He flicked the lights on and hurry's to me as I fall to the floor. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" he kept repeating. He held me and rocked me holding onto my body tightly. He kissed my head repeatedly and kept saying how sorry he was. I started to cry. Not because of what he did but because of how much he cared. I wasn't mad at him. I understood him. I felt bad for him.

Finally I put my head up and wrap my arms around his neck hugging him. "Spencer it's ok" I say softly holding him now. He started to cry too.

"Fuck I'm such an idiot! How could I do this to you! I don't even recognize myself anymore!" He screamed to himself still crying. He started to hyper ventilate. "Spencer, hey look at me sweetie. Look at my eyes. Focus on me" I said trying to get him to calm down. He didn't look at me so I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me.