Okay so this is kind of a prologue to 'Past Present and Future' it is set when Abigail and Spencer are sixteen and Ethan is nineteen.
WARNING: There is some mild language, one 'f bomb'.
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Spencer Reid woke up one morning and looked at the beautiful girl that lie at his side. They were both sixteen years old. Spencer's mother was schizophrenic and his father had left six years ago. Abigail's father sexually abused her every night since she was six years old, one night her mother had tried to protect her and her father stabbed her to death. Her beautiful face was covered in bruises.
"Spencer, Abigail wake up!" Diana said, walking into the bedroom.
"Diana." Abigail moaned pulling the blanket over her head.
"Get up, I made breakfast." Diana said, Spencer sat straight up in bed.
"You made breakfast?" He asked before Diana could answer he ran out of the bedroom to find the house was still in tact. Nothing was even scorched.
"I feel like I am going to throw up." Abigail said, leaning against the wall in the kitchen. She was pale, which only made her bruises look darker. Some were fresh and purple and blue, others were older, they were a yellowish green color.
"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, reaching out to his friend. She turned around and ran down the hall, Spencer heard her throw up, once she was done he heard the toilet flush. She walked back out.
"I'm better now. What's for breakfast?" She asked sitting down at the counter/bar.
"Pancakes." Diana said smiling, setting the pancakes in front of the teenagers.
"Yum." Abigail said, wolfing down her pancakes. Spencer somehow slipped antipsychotics into Diana's food, so she should be alright for the day. Once they were done eating they went and got dressed. Abigail dressed in a long black t-shirt that had a picture of her favorite singer Richard Marx on the front. It fell over her small frame. Her long hair was actually combed today and she wore her skinny jeans. Spencer wore a button up shirt, his usual cords and he wore contacts today. They walked a couple blocks when a car pulled up.
"Hop in." Their eighteen-year-old friend Ethan said when he pulled up.
"Hey Ethan." Abigail said, sliding into the back seat.
"Hey, you don't look to good." He said.
"When do I ever?" She asked him, he was a genius like Spencer, only not quite as smart.
"You present a very good point." He said. She giggled. "What are you doing in school today?" He asked.
"I have no clue." She said.
"You're still obsessed with Richard Marx?" He asked, eyeing her t-shirt.
"Yes I am, and someday I am going to go to one of his concerts." Abigail said.
"Maybe I could help you?" He offered.
"My dad would say it's kidnapping, I'm a minor, you're not." She informed him.
"What about little Reid here." He asked.
"He hates Richard Marx." She reminded Ethan.
"So do I." He said, Abigail rolled her eyes. "Here's your stop." He said, parking the car outside of a high school.
"Thanks for the ride Ethan, bye Spencer." She said, she leaned in and kissed Spencer's cheek, he blushed.
"What about me." Ethan whined.
"You'll live!" She called turning around and walking backwards. Then she turned back around and walked into the school.
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"What are you going to do?" Abigail's friend Trish asked.
"I don't know Trish." Abigail sighed.
"It could be all messed up or something." Trish pointed out.
"Thanks Trish, you're a real big help." She said.
"Class, these are the students from the college that will be joining our class today." Their teacher, Mrs. Roberts, told them.
"I thought it was a senior class." A guy from the back of the room remarked, seeing a kid who looked no more than sixteen years old, the same age as them.
"Yes, but two of them are genius'. One already has two PhD's the other only has one so far." The teacher said.
"What losers." The guy said again.
"Mark shut up will you?" Abigail snapped.
"What's the matter baby? Daddy fuck you to much last night?" He asked, some kids laughed, most looked at him in shock.
"Mark, you're such an ass." Trish said.
"Enough class. College students, pick your high schooler." The teacher said. Spencer walked right up to Abigail's desk.
"Ha you're stuck with the nerd!" Mark laughed.
"Hey Spencer." Abigail said, she stood up and kissed him on the cheek, he blushed.
"I've known you for a year and you've never kissed me on the cheek." Mark whined from the back of the class.
"I've known him since I was a baby." Abigail informed him.
"Seriously?" Mark asked.
"Mark, just hang out with your partner and leave me alone." She said.
"What ever." He said. Ethan sat down at Trish's desk.
"You the other genius?" She asked.
"Yep." He answered.
"This one's hot." Trish whispered.
"Hey Abigail you still need a ride home?" Ethan asked.
"I need a ride to the doctors office actually." She said.
"The doctors office?" He asked, she nodded.
"Little miss 'father's joy' here thinks she might be pregnant." Trish said.
"Trish!" Abigail yelled.
"What? They're your friends right?" She asked.
"Well yeah, but I didn't want them to know." Abigail said, she looked at Spencer, he had suddenly become alarmingly pale.
"What?" Ethan asked. "That son of a bitch, I am going to kill him." Ethan roared. Everyone stared at him.
"Is there a problem?" The teacher asked.
"Yes there is. This girl is sexually abused every night of her life and everyone knows it, yet no one reports him, and no on ever does anything! I am sick of it!" He yelled.
"Ethan sit down, it's fine." Abigail said.
"Are you nuts?" Spencer asked.
"He speaks!" Trish exclaimed jokingly. Spencer glared at her.
"Ethan sit down. You have no evidence of what you are talking about." Ethan and Spencer's teacher said.
"Yes I do! I've known Abigail for years, she tells me every detail. And afterwards she climbs out her window to Spencer's house." He said, pointing at the blushing Spencer. "He comforts her every night. He was in the hospital for two weeks once after trying to protect her from her father." Ethan said.
"Ethan, sit down." Abigail said, she was getting really mad.
"But…" He said.
"Now." She said, tons of students were gaping at him and Abigail, especially the collage students, they had all been wondering how she got those bruises, they hadn't expected this.
"Fine." He said sitting down. Everyone went back to work.
"Yo-you think you're p-pre-pregna-pregnant?" Spencer asked, finally talking for the first time in twenty minutes. Abigail nodded. "Oh god." He whispered "Abigail."
"What if it gets birth defects 'cause it's father is also it's grandfather… what if… oh god… what if he does what he does to me, if it's a girl." She babbled, tears started to fall from her eyes. Spencer grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
"We'll figure something out, I promise." He told her
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From across the room the collage teacher watched Spencer start to talk to his friend, then he saw her start to cry.
"Is it true? What Ethan said?" Mr. Rochester asked Mrs. Roberts.
"Sadly yes. The only reason no one has reported him is because she says that he'll kill her if anyone does. I don't doubt it, when she was eight she watched her father kill her mother because her mom tried to protect her from her father." Mrs. Roberts said. "I have been watching her, I think she might be pregnant." She confessed.
"Please tell me, for the babies sake, she is sleeping with someone other than her father?" Mr. Rochester pleaded. Mrs. Roberts shook her head.
"Understandably she is afraid of even dating, let alone being sexually active with anyone." Mrs. Roberts told him.
"Yeah." He said, he watched the young girl, she's sixteen for Christ's sake! Why would anyone do that to a girl as young as her, and Ethan had said her whole life. He watched as Spencer talked to her, trying to comfort her. He smiled at the young genius, at that moment he had never been prouder of him in the entire time he had known him.
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Okay so I plan to write one or two more chapters, I love reviews? Hint Hint!