Author's Note: short chapter for today's update, the next one will be longer :)
Trigger Warning:
Brief reference to a past event from abuse.
Also, (just in case) phone call includes some content that could be described as verbal abuse and/or threats.
Y/n's POV:
Bells chimed as the front door shut on its own behind you. You jogged out into the parking lot of the cafe, rushing to your car to make it to work on time.
You felt really bad for leaving Spencer in such a hurry, but you had to get work. After all, you did want to start your life over on a positive note --and that would mean to be on time for your first day of work.
Today, you started your job at the local library that you applied to a bit ago. You had managed to be hired for the afternoon shift during lunch, which was great on your part because that would mean that you would be able to sleep in earlier if you wanted to.
The entire conversation between you and Spencer was playing on a loop in your mind, filling the silence of the car ride. You weren't really the one to let strangers into your life, but there was something different about him.
Spencer actually listened to what you had to say and kept engaging further into the discussion with you. Although it's nothing huge, he still gave you his number --and that terrified you.
A relationship wasn't something you were particularly aiming for by moving here. But then again, maybe it was comforting to have someone to talk to, to distract you from your recurring nightmares; perhaps it doesn't have to be more than that, just a friendship.
Hanging out did seem like a reasonable idea to you. Physical company typically conquers the ability for you to be occupied by your thoughts --which sounded terrific at the moment.
Company was what you needed.
Your shift ended at 5 pm, nothing but uneventful --as expected. For your first day, all you had done was check out a few books and reorganized the bookshelves in alphabetical order. For it being a weekday, business was relatively slow, so you spent most of your time cooped up in your book.
Every now and then, you would peek up to your phone, contemplating whether Spencer would text you or if you should text him. Of course, nothing came through, and you decided to not send anything either.
You walked outside, the cool air nipping at your flesh. Your hand snaked up to lay on your collarbone, feeling the amount of skin exposed—your scarf.
You hadn't realized you had left it at the cafe until just now; a part of you hoped Spencer would have seen it and took it with him. The scarf was your mother's, and it was the only thing that you had brought with you to remind you of her; you couldn't lose it.
You got into your car once your coworker came to work the next shift until closing. Driving home, you turned on the radio, and the song Cherry Wine by Hozier hummed throughout the car. Out of habit, your lips parted to sing along with the poetic lyrics.
Her eyes and words are so icy.
Oh, but she burns, like rum on a fire.
Hot and fast
And angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire...
Just then, your phone buzzed twice in the passenger's seat. You stopped to pick it up, glancing down at the small notification reading, "From Christopher."
Your breath hitched in your throat, and instinctively you threw your phone back down onto the seat. Your pulse began to speed up, and you could feel your limbs start to tremble.
YOU ARE READING
contemporary bindings || spencer reid x reader
Fanfic[SLOW BURN] All you have ever known was the chaotic series of which was deemed as "your life" ever since you were born. And for the first time in that life, you decided to change that. To, for lack of a better term, escape that ghost of you from on...
