Shit. Shit. Shit. What the fuck do I do now? What the fuck do I say? "Thanks"? "I thought I looked pretty hot too"?

Rose slowly took her next steps, but made sure to keep her distance from Spencer. She was really at a loss for words, who the fuck breaks into someone's house like this? "Spencer," she began with a stern tone, "what the fuck? You broke into my fucking house?" She tried to keep her composure, but that was pretty hard given the current situation.

"I didn't-" He put up a hand as if he was trying to correct her, "I didn't break in. The door was unlocked." He hiccuped, clearly intoxicated.

Oh so that makes things better, she thought. She needed to keep herself calm. The last thing she needed was an angry, drunk Spencer. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her, at least that's what she liked to tell herself. Rose still wanted to play it safe though, "I need you to leave, Spencer. Now."

Spencer pulled himself off of the couch, stumbling to get his balance. "Okay, fiiiine. But first…" He stumbled again before he started to make his way towards her, "Let me-let me get a goodnight kiss." He said as he gestured to his cheek.

Oh hell no. He tried to pull himself closer to her, and he was close enough that she could smell the heavy alcohol in his breath. Rose placed her hand on his chest, gently pushing him back. All she wanted was for him to just go away and to never do anything like this ever again. "No, Spencer, just leave." Her voice tried to remain firm, but was getting a little shaky. No doubt she was a little scared of what he could do, he could easily overpower her if he really wanted to.

"Come on, you know you miss me!" He slurred trying to kiss her, but she ducked out of the way, causing him to collide with the wall behind her.

"Just leave. I'm giving you one chance to leave. Leave and we can both pretend this didn't happen. Just get home and get sober." She pleaded as she slowly backed away, slightly hoping that he would either pass out then and there or Rick would show up and make this all go away.

He tenderly rubbed his forehead and turned back to her, causing her to move back some more. "I tried to talk to that one pretty girl tonight...but she turned me down like the rest." It's as if he'd completely forgotten about falling into the wall or where he even was.

She didn't care though, all she wanted was for him to leave. And then the second thing that she wanted was for him to never pull this kind of shit again. "That's a bummer," she decided to play along to coax him out of the door, "Maybe you can try again tomorrow when you're sober?" Come on, just leave already. Part of her wished she had her gun, but Rick still had it with him.

Spencer stumbled forward as he tried to reach for the door, "Yeah," he slurred again, "You're right. I-I think I will." He reached the door handle but Rose beat him to it, she felt relieved as she gestured him out the door. Even though she wanted to yell at him, he was leaving and that's all she really wanted at the moment.

Before Spencer could turn around for another attempt at a 'goodnight kiss', she'd already slammed the door in his face. He nearly face planted as he stumbled down the stairs of her front porch, but within minutes, he was on his way home - as if he was never there in the first place. Rose remained by her front door to keep an eye on him, praying he wouldn't turn around and try to come back.

Once the coast seemed to be clear, she plopped down on her couch. What the hell was she supposed to do about that? That could definitely not happen again. She wasn't sure about the idea of bringing up the idea to Deanna since she figured there were bigger problems to worry about. But still, she didn't want to have to stay up to make sure he wouldn't try breaking in again.

I need a cigarette and a strong, strong drink. She thought to herself as she changed into comfier clothes, opting for a loose t-shirt and some workout shorts. Rose decided that she would return Jessie's clothes the next day, she would understand, she thought to herself as she grabbed her cigarettes.

Rick couldn't put a word on how he was feeling about seeing Rose that night. The last time they talked, it ended a bit awkwardly, to say the least. He wasn't sure about if they should just try picking up where they left off or to pretend that the topic never came up in the first place. It was a good sign to him that she invited him back though.

When he got to her front porch, he was a little surprised in her attire given the weather that evening. While the late summers in Virginia were warm, the nights were often a little more chilly. He watched her as she took a couple of drags from her cigarette, taking notice of how concentrated she seemed to be. She barely acknowledged him when he got to the front steps, "Aren't you cold?" He gave her a playful smile as he took a seat next to her.

Rose smiled in response, "Heh, not really." She said, her hand shaking as she took another long drag.

"You're not a very good liar." He leaned forward to remove his jacket and placed it around her shoulders.

"Thank you." She said, quietly.

"Are you alright?" Something seemed a bit off about her. Usually, she was more chipper about him coming around. Not saying that she was always smiles, but he got the feeling that she liked having him come by.

She shot a quick look to him before staring off in front of her again, "Yeah. I'm fine, just a little shaken up." She hesitated momentarily, before deciding fuck it and that she should tell him. Something had to be done about Spencer, she just didn't know how to go about it. "When I got back, Spencer was on my couch. He broke into my fucking house, Rick." She shook her head, "That's just...beyond fucked up. The good thing was that he was drunk out of his mind so it wasn't that hard to get rid of him."

She noticed how his jaw tightened almost immediately, "How did he get in?" Rick asked, while thinking about the many ways he could hurt Spencer. No, that wouldn't fix anything but there was a reason he didn't like the guy. Something about him just rubbed Rick the wrong way.

She shrugged, still shaking a little bit, "He said the door was unlocked. I guess I forgot to lock it, but you just...you just don't expect this kind of shit to happen here. You'd think people were better than that." She finished her cigarette, "I'm sorry for talking so much, it's just I'm so fucking freaked out. God knows if he'll try to do something like that again…" She trailed off.

"Has he done anything like this before?" Rick asked, wanting more answers.

"No, thankfully." She rubbed her temple, feeling a small headache form already, "I just don't want it to happen again. Who does that shit?" Rose pulled her knees closer to her chest and leaned on her knee.

"Something needs to be done about this-"

She cut him off before he could finish, "No, it's fine, Rick. I can handle it myself - tomorrow. I just don't want to think about it anymore tonight."

He couldn't understand how she seemed so nonchalant about it, something does need to be done. Spencer can't just break into someone's home and not have anything done to him for it. Rick didn't care that he was Deanna's son anymore, this had gone too far. Besides, he was confident that Deanna would not put up with this shit, she didn't put up with Aiden when he decided to try to start something with Glenn.

She pulled out another cigarette from her pack and lit it up, "I don't even know if I can stay here tonight."

Rick looked over to her, confused. What could she mean by that? "What are you saying?"

Rose shrugged in response, "I just don't feel safe after that. Can you blame me? Imagine if he wanted to hurt me, he easily could've."

Rick tensed up again, feeling beyond angry. What Spencer did was unforgivable, regardless if he hurt her or not. He didn't even want to think about what he would do if Spencer did hurt her. It took a lot of restraint for him to not go over to Deanna's house and choke Spencer himself. Slow down, he told himself, you can't do things like that - not here. Not if you want you and your people to stay.

He wasn't sure if it was appropriate to offer to stay at her house, given that they'd known each other for almost two weeks now. But before he could say it, she'd already asked. "I hope this isn't weird, but would you be able to stay tonight? Just tonight." She paused to study his features and gauge his reaction. Was that asking too much? Will he take it the wrong way? "It's okay if you can't, I would understand, Rick."

He put up a hand to stop her in her tracks, "I can, Rose. Don't worry, I can stay here tonight." The words slipped out of his mouth, surprising him at how easy they came. I would do this for anyone else, he reassured himself. Would you really? For anyone? He knew he was lying to himself. He was doing it for her, he knew he wouldn't do it for the other Alexandrians.

She exhaled a sigh of relief. Having Rick stay over would be one way to help her forget about the night. She would feel safe.

What she didn't know was that Rick wanted to keep her safe too.

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