chapter2

"Underage or not a big drinker?"

Spencer shook his head and smiled. "Neither."

Derek smiled back. "Good."

Spencer nodded. "Just pregnant."

Derek froze.

Spencer gulped, the nodded one more time. "I knew that'd do it." He pulled his hand away from the mans. "Good night Mr. Morgan." Spencer took one step, then his arm was gently grabbed.

He stared up at Derek.

"You're p-pregnant? How?"

Spencers eyes watered and his voice cracked. "I told you." He lightly shrugged. "I'm a freak." He tried to pull his arm away, but Derek pulled him into his arms. Spencer stood wide eyed and in shock at the movement from a total stranger.

"I don't know how this happened-" Derek began.

"It's complicated." Spencer interupted.

Derek pulled back. He stared into the hazel eyes and felt something he'd never felt before. Like his heart would burst. Derek shook his head as he thought of something.

Derek pointed to the spot the car stood at a few minutes before. "He's the father." The man stated.

Spencer nodded once. "H-he didn't belive me."

Derek shook his head. "Then he's a jerk."

Spencer smiled, for about a second. "I'm just stupid."

Dereks brows narrowed. He watched as Spencer pulled away from him and began walking the other way. Derek squinted.

"He was the only one. Right? I mean... there's no doute in your mind that there could be another?"

Spencer turned his eyes more watery. "He was the first and only."

The dark mans brows narrowed. "H-how long..." Derek shook his head. "Forget it. It's not my business."

Spencer stared at Derek. There was no way this man could real. No way. He gulped.

"I've only known a for six months."

Derek frowned. "You're living with a man you've known for only six months?"

"Not anymore." Spencer whispered.

Derek stared for a moment. "I want to know... everything... about you."

Spencer smiled. "Over a drink?"

Derek nodded once. "Ginger ale for you."

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Instead of going back into the bar, Derek had taken Spencer to a small resturant. Where he watched in amazement as the young man gulped down a double cheeseburger. Then watched in even more amazement as Spencer enjoyed not only his own fries, but Dereks as well.

The man held out his drink, which Spencer gladly took and began sipping.

Derek smiled.

Spencer stopped with his mouth on the straw and stared. "What?"

"How far along are you?" Derek asked.

"Three months." Spencer answered, then sipped the soda.

"The baby must be real hungry."

Spencer sipped once more before laying the soda on the table. "I... usually... don't get to feed the baby. Might as well eat while he can. Or she."

Dereks brows narrowed. "Then what was Max for? Didn't he support you?"

Spencer stared down at the table.

Derek stared at Spencer. Who began messing around with a fry in his plate. Derek leaned forward on the table.

"Please don't tell me he abused you."

"Spencer, how old are you?"

"Eighteen." He whispered.

Derek nodded. "Well, do you have some family you can go to? Someone who c-"

"I gotta go." Spencer got up from his seat. "Thanks for dinner." He said low, then turned and walked out of the resturant. Derek quickly got to hius feet and followed.

When he got outside he saw Spencer sitting at the bus stop. Derek sighed.

"Spencer?" Spencer turned his face the other way. Derek sat next to him on the bench.

"Are you ok?"

Spencer turned back forward and shook his head. "I'm not ok. I never was and never will be."

"Listen, you're going through alot, right now. I understand." Spencer shook his head. Derek continued. "If you need some help, there are people who-"

"No, you don't understand." Spencer turned to face Derek now.

The dark man stared as he realized Spencer had been crying. Derek reached out and dried one of the tears that had been falling.

"Tell me."

"Why? You just...walk up to me and want to know my problems. Want to make it better. Why?"

Derek stared. "You feel trapped. I want to set you free." He watched as Spencer turned forward again. "You got upset when I mentioned your family. Is something wrong there?"

Spencer sighed. "Except for a father who got drunk every day and a dead mother?"

Derek nodded. "So your father is part of the problem?"

Spencer shook his head. "He's the whole problem. If he had taken care of my mother she wouldn't had died. And if she didn't die, I could be with her instead of him, who gets drunk until he passed out or got tired of using me as a punching bag. Then I wouldn't had run away."

Derek nodded. "What age did you run?" He asked low.

"Sixteen."

Derek inhaled deep. "Where did you go?"

Spencer gulped. "I... ran away from home. But, not empty handed." Spencer stared at Derek. When the man didn't say anything, Spencer continued."Like I said, 'my father was a drunk'. So he wouldn't noticed a missing credit card."

Derek nodded in understanding.

Spencer took a deep breath. "Until last year."

"What happened?"

"The account was closed." Spencer answered as he watched the bus pass right by.

"So, what about this year?" Derek asked.

Spencer turned back to the man. "I..." He stopped. "You're not a cop are you?" Spencer asked.

Derek smiled and shook his head.

Spencer scooted a bit closer to Derek then whispered. "I stole... " He frowned, just thinking about it.

"Stole what?"

Spencer shrugged. "Whatever I needed to eat for the day. Bread, peanut butter. I would beg around, go to the store with one dollar and come out like I had five."

"I have.. so many more questions, Spencer. But this is the important one." Derek sighed. "Where did you live?"

Spencer turned to the man. "You already know the answer to that."

"With Max?"

Spencer shook his head.

Derek nodded. "You were on the street." He stated.

Spencer nodded and turned the other way.

Derek sighed and took another deep breath. "I can't let you stay on the street over night. Especially with the baby."

Spencer turned back to Derek. At seen the look in this strangers eyes, Spencer began to shake his head. "N-no-"

"You're going to stay with me."

"Derek, no-"

"I need to make sure you're safe."

"I don't need you to do this for me-"

"You don't have to take it for you." Derek said, as he looked to Spencer.

Spencer stared back.

"Do it for your baby."

Spencer sighed. "I'm tempted. Trust me. But... I can't just go with anybody."

Derek nodded. "You can stay in my bedroom. It has a lock. I'll sleep on the couch."

Spencer shook his head. "I don't know."

Derek smiled. "Come on, Spencer. You know that dinner you had? It'll be a snack compared to the breakfast I make. You'll get a warm bed. Sleep on your socks and boxers instead of with your coat, which you'll have to use for a pillow."

Spencer stared at Derek. He smiled. "When you put it that way."

Derek nodded.

Spencer gulped, before taking a deep breath and narrowing his brows. "Just so you know one thing, Derek Morgan. I carry a pepper spray bottle." Spencer got off the bench and stared around. "So.. how to we get to your place?"

Derek chuckled.

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