Okay, so I found access to a computer via my friend, so I'm giving her a giant thank you, and if you're appreciative too, give her a shoutout in the comments. Her names Lulu, so please give all the thanks possible. Any tips for the story would be fabulous! Thank you all so much, The Other Spencer
Better watch out, better not cry, better not pout i'm telling you why, baby killing A is coming to town.
XOXO -A
Spencer's POV
My hands clench around the phone screen, my knuckles become white. I am so filled with rage I want to scream. This is my baby, and A is not going to take that away from me. Toby walks up behind me, and rests his hands on my stomach, and trails light kisses up my neck. I can sense his face change too when he sees the test.
"I'm going to kill this son of a BITCH," he says through clenched teeth. I turn around and grasp his mouth in mine, distracting him from anger. Eventually, he gives in, and whispers, "the baby needs to be a girl, so she can be as beautiful as you."
"No it needs to be a boy, so he can have a six pack just like you!" I say back. We climb in his truck, and he drives me home. When we arrive at my house, there is an unfamiliar car in the driveway, along with my parent's cars and Melissa's. I walk in, Toby following behind me, and find Wren standing in the corner. My dad looks like he is ready to burst open, and my mom looks worried. Melissa looks smug.
"Slut," she hisses as I walk by. I begin to understand what has happened.
"Spencer, good to see you again. I've taken the liberty to inform your parents of your, er, situation." When he says this, his eyes dart to my stomach and back to my face, frozen with horror. "I've offered to perform an abortion on you, with no charge toward your family in any way." he announces, clearly proud of himself.
"I think you should take Mr. Kingston up on his offer." My mother says with lack of ease.
"No," I stutter. "The baby is mine." I manage to say in between sobs.
"Get out." My dad says.
"What?" I ask him, unsure if I heard him correctly.
"Get out of my house." He spits. "Get the hell out of my house in thirty minutes, or so help me Spencer Elizabeth NOT-Hastings." he emphasizes the word not. It seems childish. I sprint up the stairs, and pull out my stackable Louis Vuitton suitcases. Toby comes with me, and helps me pack.
"Come home with me, Spencer. We need each other." He says quietly. I nod, and we finish packing.
Sorry for the short chapter, it's late, and I'm tired. Like I said before please gicve Lulu a shoutout in my reviews. Thanks you, The Other Spencer.