"Oh, crap. What do we do?" Enrique asked, his voice quivering with fear. He knew the extent of William's hate, and he hated seeing the aftermath on Spencer. Spencer didn't answer. He just stood there, stunned. How the hell did he find out where Spencer skipped off to?
"Uh..." he said, unsure of what do do, let alone say. "Let's just go back and uh...hide." He said. They turned to leave, but not before William spotted them both. "Spencer!" He growled. They both froze. "Uh-oh." Enrique said. Reid was petrified. All of a sudden, memories came back...memories he didn't want to remember. The beatings, the alcohol...the rapes. He couldn't go through them again, no, he just couldn't...
"Run! Save yourself!" He yelled. They both made out for a full-on sprint, but not before William grabbed Spencer and Enrique's ankles, sending all three tumbling to the floor.
"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod..." Spencer thought as William pulled them both to their feet.
"Spencer, what the hell are you wearing," he growled as he took in his son's apparel. "Huh. He does notice."Spencer thought to himself, as he looked at the ground.
"Spencer, run!" Enrique yelled as he tackled William to the ground.
Spencer immediately sprinted for the backstage door. When he opened it, he crossed the back of the stage and stood on the stage...right in front of the judge panel for the New York School of Performance Arts.
"Hello...my stage name is Moonwalker Jackson, but my real name is Spencer. Spencer Reid. The panel looked up in intrest when they heard the youngness in his voice, and were startled to see an 8 year old
"I'm a dancer," he continued. I mainly do Michael, The King of Pop. Today, I'll be doing one of his hit songs, Billie Jean. He gave the operator a signal, and the music started.
"Alright, show them what you're made of." Spencer thought as he smiled and started to dance.