DISCLAIMER: I don't own any rights to anything SON related. The story is purely mine though.
Shadowing Phantoms
Chapter 10: Promises
"What do you mean you're not going to make it to Ohio?" Glen exclaimed, as the miniature orange basketball was sent swooshing, out into the hallway.
He was having a pretty good day so far.
Ashley was off site doing her rounds of the recording studios, Kyla was staying in Ohio with Grandma D, until the grand opening in a few days, no one was around to nag at him.
Glen Greene was a free agent.
His 9 am and 2 pm meetings postponed until further notice. His ancient secretary was finally retiring. He spent the morning, interviewing a fine selection of ivy-league co-eds. He even scored a date for the evening.
Hence the reliving of his-albeit short lived-glory days, shooting hoops in his office. He was on a roll too, 36 free throws and nothing but net.
That is until Miss Prissy Pants decided to drop the bomb on him.
"Look Glen, it's a little more serious down here then we first thought," Brianne's tried to explain as calm as possible, through the intercom.
"What do you mean?" Glen asked, as he waved off Polly, his 74 year old secretary, who appeared in the doorway with the orange ball. "Is Dawn alright?"
Brie sighed, she really didn't know how to answer that. "She's just spooked." Maybe Glen should've been the one to handle this, but with Kessler's recreational habits, she and Ashley thought best not to involve Glen.
They ran a record company, and Glen's adamant zero tolerance campaign did not help when a lot of their talents, who indulged in illegal substances. His heart was in the right place, but he would've vetoed for putting the whole tour on hold, costing them millions, and checking Dawn into rehab.
It hit too close to home for the man.
He would've brushed the whole stalker issue aside the minute he saw Dawn's lifeless body humming for another hit. She hasn't even disclosed that little tidbit to Ashley yet.
"Cold feet?"
"I just need a few days to arrange a security detail for her, and her family," with the tour starting up so soon, it's been rather taxing to rearrange everything to include room, space, flights for extra bodies. "I'm debating hiring an outside investigator to look into the bastard whose been sending her that crap. It's just hard, finding the right one." Her ideal pick took off in the middle of the night.
"Kessler's was a dud, huh?" Glen chuckled, 'Figures,' he knew how much his little blonde companion hated Jake. The second Jake had told them he was already handling the situation by hiring an investigator, Brie abruptly cancelled her appointments for the rest of the week, and had a flight book that same afternoon to mitigate the situation. The blonde probably ripped the poor sap a new one.
"Not necessarily," Brie hesitated, as much as she wanted to doubt Jake's choice in an investigator, Faith Sommers was good. She knew what she was talking about. Knew what steps to take, knew how to keep Dawn calm. She made her laugh. It was the dark haired woman's idea to have someone keep an eye on Dawn's parents, gaining the girl's trust and admiration right off the bat.
"Then why not?" why would Brie make more work for herself, "What happened?"
The blonde shrugged, biting her bottom lip, "She left."
'A woman.' Glen thought, a bit surprised that Jake would hire a female investigator, he was as chauvinistic as they came, unless 'Maybe she was hot…' Glen's eyes widened, "What the hell did you do Brie?"
"What!" Brie gasped at the accusation, "What makes you think I did something?" her tone guilty.
"You slept with her!" The last thing they needed was a lawsuit.
"I didn't!" Brianne Giles stomped her foot like a preschooler. 'I wish!'
"Brie," Glen's had that fatherly warning tone, in his voice.
Brianne sighed, "I may have come on a little too strongly…" her mind drifting back to their last encounter, 'almost had her…'
"Goddammit Brie!"
"I wouldn't have hired her if I…" so she was a little hesitant about hiring Faith initially, but only because she wanted the brunette more for herself. So maybe she did antagonize her a bit when they were discussing the case, trying to find fault in her work.
"You scared off the investigator, now you have to find a new one, leaving me with the Voluptas opening, alone!" Glen accused. 'That is exactly what happened.'
"I was going to hire her Glen! But she just took off in the middle of the night!" Brianne exclaimed. She tried to find her in the morning, to apologize. She had the contract all ready.
Glen grumbled a curse. So they lost an investigator, they were a dime a dozen, "Can't we get our internal people working on it for now? We've got contracted investigators for a reason, I can arrange for a few of our boys on the next flight and you can meet us in Ohio."
"Glen," Brie was serious now, "I don't think our investigators can do this case justice." They needed Faith.
"What do you mean? We have protocols for this." Glen reasoned, echoing Brie's earlier thoughts. "You're not still trying to get that investigator chick are you?"
"We need someone qualified Glen, our guys are good, but I don't think they're up to it. Dawn trusts her," poor girl was heartbroken, learning that the brunette had abandoned them. "It doesn't have to be Faith. I just think we need to think about Dawn, we need someone invested in her well-being."
"God, girls and their feelings," Glen groaned, falling back into his leather seat. This is what he gets with working primarily with women. "A couple days then," he could compromise, "We use our guys for a few days until this Voluptas shit is dealt with, and you can go find your investigator."
Brianne hesitated, sure Ashley's pet project was important, but was it more important than the well-being and safety of one of their talents? "I don't want to leave her, Glen. She's really vulnerable right now."
"She's got…" Glen paused, "Jake…"
"That's exactly why I'm worried."
Glen understood, or at least he did partially.
Brie didn't like Jake. Jake was Dawn's manager. Dawn was scared, and Jake didn't have the finesse to handle delicate situations. He was more of a brush them feelings under the rug kind of guy. He'd rather focus on the job ahead, and making sure his client succeeded, getting them to places on time, getting them exposure and publicity. The type of exposure was questionable at times, but the buzz growing around Dawn was beyond their wildest dreams and that in part was thanks to Jake.
Jake just wasn't the hand holding type.
"I know leaving you to deal with Ashley and the Voluptas is really shitty of me," Brie began, "at least it'll keep you busy for real." She knew Glen hated going home, he didn't have the best relationship with his father. He never talked about the man. The only reason he even set foot in Ohio the last few times was because of Ashley. Brianne, didn't think Glen's even seen his father since his mother's funeral, and that was seven years ago.
Glen sighed, "Alright Brie," he was a big softy. He'd do anything for his girls, Brie included. He may be a goofball most of the time, but he had a heart of gold. "but you better deal with this shit, proper, got it? I don't want any of this coming back and kicking us in the ass."
Brie smiled, "Thanks Glen," the difference between Jake and Glen, Jake would probably ditch them all at the first sign of trouble, Glen saw everything through to the end. Glen took responsibility, he cared, they were his family, "if you were a woman, I would totally do you," plus he was so fun to tease.
"Thank god I was born with a penis then, I don't think I can keep up with your kinks Giles," Glen snorted. 'The girl was a freak.'
The blonde scoffed, "Whatever Greene, given the chance, you'd be bent over so fast begging to take my strap," she could hear him shudder, "You'd totally be my bitch."
Glen gulped, "Uh…goodbye Brie," and hung up speaker phone.
'Fuuuckkk…' his forehead clunked against the mahogany wood top of his desk, he tried to rid his mind of the disturbing image.
He was bent over his desk, top half still fully dressed, bare from the waist down. Brianne Giles, and her powerful five foot nothing frame, decked out in a red dominatrix outfit, hovering behind him…
He really needed to get laid.
He really needed to stop hanging around so many lesbians.
Over the years he's come to see the little blonde as the little sister he never had. The little sister he should've had. He shouldn't have illicit thoughts about his little sister.
'God…' he groaned. 'Should've learned that by now…' His mind drifting back to another little blonde from his childhood.
"Get in," her raspy voice laced with disappointment, as she beckoned him into the family station wagon.
He didn't remember calling her to pick him up. But he was standing on a street corner waiting for a reason. He must've called. Was she even licensed?
He stumbled into the car, groaning as his head slammed back against the stiff headrest.
"Where's Ashley?" steel blue eyes bored into his hazy red rimmed cornflower blues.
Her eyes sparkled.
He wondered if his did the same. He snorted, they were both blond and had blue eyes, no wonder everyone believed they were related.
Not every blond hair blue eyed person was related.
"GLEN!" she shoved at him. "Where's Ashley?"
"Ashley?" he murmured the name as if it were foreign to him.
"Davies? Your best friend nowadays?" the blonde scoffed bitterly.
"You're my best friend, Spence," he answered quickly, giving her a charming grin. "You're the best."
The blonde shook her head, looking past him, into the club. "Is she still inside?"
His brows furrowed as he tried to concentrate hard. He recalled a brunette blur stumbling out of the club earlier. "…left."
He looked back at his little blonde, she looked worried, he smiled goofily, his hand reached out to caress her cheek, but he actually squeezed it instead, "I didn't tell her," he promised. It was their little secret. He wouldn't tell anyone, not even Ashley. She didn't have to worry. He even crossed his heart to show her how serious he was.
The blonde cursed under her breathe, and brushed his hand away, and proceeded to start the car.
She drove slowly, her eyes focused on the streets.
The car was crawling.
"What are you doin'?" he asked, the car kept jerking, stopping and going. Stopping and going. He was gonna hurl, "Who the fuck taught you how to drive?"
Spencer huffed, "Obviously not you," she wasn't even looking at him. Her eyes were everywhere but on him. She kept driving in the same manner.
"I'll take you tomorrow," Glen groaned, resting his head against the window. His head throbbing. 'Dammit,' she was angry at him.
"I'm busy."
"Look Spence, I promised you, so I'll take you in the morning, let's just go home."
"Glen we need to find your friend." God, she was so stubborn.
"She'll be fine, she's always fine." She was fucking Ashley Davies. She probably found some hot tail and was having the time of her life right now.
"God, would you be such an asshole if it was me?" Spencer spat back angrily.
"That's different Spence…"
"How is that any different? She's a girl, walking the streets in the middle of the night. You're her friend! You were with her! If anything happens to her…" her voice cracked, "If anything happened to her. It'd be on you.," Glen gulped the Davies would have his ass so fast, "And I would never forgive you."
"Spencer…" she always forgave him. She cared about him.
Her fist clenched. She was angry. Really angry.
"Maybe I should drive…" he suggested, trying to ease the tension.
"Like that's gonna happen," she seethed. "Is she as high as you right now?"
He shrugged. He couldn't remember. He stared out the car window, maybe if he found Ashley she'd be less angry.
The car jerked to a stopping halt, sending his head knocking against the window hard. Before he could even reprimand the blonde's driving, she was out of the car running towards the park. Towards a bench, where a small prone body laid, her brown curls flushed against the bench rails.
There were two dark figures hovering around her.
Glen's eyes widened, as he saw Spencer tackle one of the bodies to the floor.
"What the fuck bitch!"
He saw the man throw Spencer against the floor.
Glen quickly stumbled out of the car, nearly tripping. He threw himself at Spencer's assailant.
Fists were thrown. Grunts, a few kicks. Glen was pretty sure he bit the guy at one point. His headache just got worst.
The second man, hovering closely over Ashley pulled a knife, the blade, shimmering in the dark, against the dim street light glare.
Glen froze. 'Oh shit.'
Things were escalating quickly.
'Oh shit.' His brain failed to recognize anything but those two words.
"Drop that fucking knife, asshole," it was Spencer. She stood menacingly beside him. "That's Ashley Davies. You touch a single hair off that brown head, and Gertrude Davies will destroy you."
'God, Spencer was scary…'
The armed man looked slightly alarmed.
"She's lying," asshole number one, spat.
"Check her wallet then." Spencer said coolly, looking pointedly at the brunette's clutch lying inches away from the still form.
Asshole number two, fumbled with the clutch dumping the contents onto the floor. Make up, cash, and a bag of drugs. He checked her ID, his eyes widening. "She's right," he turned to his companion.
"Play it smart boys," Spencer warned. "Take the money, the drugs and just go. No one needs to get hurt."
The men looked at each other, considering their options. Asshole number two, pocketed the cash first, there was at least a couple hundred dollars, as he picked up the bag of drugs,
"Spence…" Glen called eyeing the bag of candy mournfully. Were they really just going to let them go?
"Shut it," Spencer growled. "Gertrude is expecting us soon. Probably called the cops already."
"Dude, let's go," asshole number one urged, his companion, towards the opposite direction.
The pair took off. Tail between their legs.
Glen laughed aloud. He really needed to throw the Davies' name around a bit more. "Holy shit Spence! You scared them off! That was fucking sick!"
Spencer collapsed beside the bench shaking. Finally releasing the breath she was holding.
"Spence?"
"Is she breathing?" her voice small now. She couldn't check. She could barely move.
Even terrified, the blonde could hold her own. His pride took a low blow to the gut.
Glen went over towards his unconscious friend, hands shaking, "She's breathing," he sighed in relief.
Spencer looked even more relieved than he was.
On unsteady legs, she carefully helped the brunette up, brushing brown curls out of her face.
Ashley only groaned, at her disturbed slumber.
"I was only gone a few days," Spencer sighed softly, fingers still tangled in brown curls.
'Some cheerleading thing…' he recalled. She was supposed to be back late Friday night. 'What day was it again?' He promised he would pick her up. 'Shit.'
She looked up angrily at him again, "What the fuck were you two doing?"
'Ya he's in trouble,' Glen mentally kicked himself. He took a moment to carefully rehearse what'd he was going to say, really, he and Ashley weren't doing anything out of the ordinary. He shrugged again. "Just partying."
Spencer held his gaze, he was afraid to look away, "Just help me get her in the car." Her attention on the brunette again.
Glen nodded dumbly, as he assisted the blonde.
They carefully loaded the heiress into the car.
The drive back to his house was silent. He was even afraid to turn on the radio. He's never seen her this upset.
'God I'm such an idiot.' He really screwed up.
He didn't remember getting out of the car.
He wasn't able to do anything.
'Those guys could've seriously hurt Ashley.'
He didn't hear the soft, muffled curses the blonde uttered as she maneuvered the unconscious brunette into his home, and up into 'her room,' the guest bed room.
He stood there like a frightened child, as the man weld his knife, hovering over his friend.
'If it wasn't for Spencer...'
He looked up at his childhood companion, as she carefully laid Ashley onto the bed and covering her with her comforter. Her hair was up in a messy pony tail, she was dressed in loose track pants, a light green hoody, and a white beater. He blushed. He must've woken her up, to come grab him, 'she wasn't wearing a bra.'
His eyes shifted uncomfortably around the room. If she caught him looking, he'd be a dead man. His eyes landed on her cat calendar, it was the first of the month.
That's why she was here, at his house. He was supposed to grab her from the school, and take her to dinner.
That's why she was driving the family wagon to pick him up.
She was there for him, even when he was so fucked up. She was there. She got up in the middle of the night to make sure he got home okay.
She tackled an armed goon, to make sure his friend was okay. To make sure nothing happened to his friend. If something happened to Ashley and he came out unscathed, he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him.
"Glen?"
He looked up into those tired, worried blue eyes. She seemed a lot more relaxed now that they were home.
"You're bleeding," she got up and pushed him seated onto the bed.
She went into the bathroom, and came back out with a damp cloth and a small first aid kit. She knelt down in front of him, and started dabbing at his bloody brow.
"He got you pretty good," she chuckled, teasingly. "I think you got a few good licks in too. Or was it just teeth?"
She could read him so well. She knew how freaked out he was. She was trying to comfort him.
'God…" Glen mentally cursed, she was beautiful.
"I'm sorry I missed dinner tonight."
The blonde shrugged. She didn't care, she was used to it. "There won't be many left."
"Spence?" his eyes widening.
"I got into a few schools out east," she explained, forcing a smile, her eyes drifted over to their houseguest.
'She did it.' He thought. 'And I won't be going with her.'
They promised.
He promised he'd take her away from here.
"Don't look all surprised," Spencer scoffed at his stunned silence, slapping his arm lightly, taking his silence as disbelief, doubt in her abilities.
She didn't need him.
She was thrilled to be rid of him.
His promises were worth shit.
She looked up at him serious again, "Look, I need you to be more careful," her eyes still focused on a lightly snoring Ashley, "with her. You won't be so lucky next time. If those guys were smart they would've taken her, and probably try to ransom a lot more than a wad of cash and a bag of E."
Glen's eyes widened in shock.
She was right.
Spencer was always right.
She was still looking out for him.
"Spencer," he gripped onto her arms tightly. What would he do without her?
"What is it Glen?" the blonde asked, looking at him worriedly.
"Don't go."
"What?" she was taken aback by his request. Confused. This was what she's always wanted. They've talked about it.
"Don't leave," Glen pulled her into a crushing hug.
"Glen." She tried to push him away. "Glen what are you doing?" Still struggling.
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. "Don't leave me, please." he begged. "I love you!"
"Let me go Glen!" her voice louder now.
Their position was awkward.
Glen sitting on the bed, Spencer on her knees between his, as he barricaded her in his arms.
"Spencer I love you." He was desperate. He needed her. He started placing kisses against her neck.
"GLEN!" Spencer screamed, she dug her elbow into his ribs causing him to gasp, her other hand clenched and proceeded to punch him in the groin.
He reeled back, falling against the bed and released the flustered blonde.
"Fuck," she groaned from the floor. "What the hell!" she yelled accusingly.
"Spence…" he groaned against the bed.
Ashley was tossing and murmuring on the bed now, the covers kicked onto the floor.
They both eyed the heiress.
"What on earth is going on in here?" Arthur Greene's voice boomed from the doorway, echoing deep into the house.
"Glen?" Diana Greene gasped taking in the scene before her. Her hazel eyes widening at the sight before her.
Spencer was sprawled on the floor legs spread wide, on the bed her beautiful little boy groaning against a barely clothed girl wriggling beside him.
"Mom?" his eyes blood shot. 'Fuck…'
She glared at Spencer, "You," she yanked her up by her arm, "you filthy heathen. We open up our home to you, and play along with your stupid charade for years and this, this is how you repay us?"
Spencer cringed under the claws digging into her arm.
"Are you high Glen?" Arthur asked, his strict blue eyes focused solely on him.
"D-dad…" Glen panicked. He shook his head, "No."
"You gave him drugs?" the dark haired, light eyed woman exclaimed.
'This cannot be happening right now.'
"What?! No!" Spencer cried out, still in the woman's clutches. She was insulted. "Glen!" she cried at him. 'Tell her…' her teary blue eyes begged. 'Help.'
"I…" he stammered, he was gapping at them like a fish out of water. He had to be hallucinating. "I..I just found her here with Ashley…"
Spencer's eyes widened at the bold faced lie.
"You're a filthy whore, just like your Aunt," Diana Greene smacked Spencer across the cheek. "Get out!" She demanded.
His mom began dragging Spencer out the room. Yanking her.
"Diana wait," Arthur called after his wife and his young charge.
"GET OUT!" he heard his mother scream. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
The door slammed.
Glen's eyes widened, 'What did I do….' He just wanted to have a good time tonight, what the hell just happened, '…Spence…'
His father went after the little blonde, to drive her back to Voluptas.
When his mother returned to the room, to deal with their other house guest Glen quickly gathered his bearings, Ashley was in no condition to be tossed out on her ass, "It's Ashley Davies mom," Glen quickly explained. "She doesn't know what she's doing. You can't just toss her out."
"Ashley Davies!" his mother paled at her name.
"How long has that heathen been running around with that girl?"
Glen gulped, he shrugged, "I don't know ma, but we can't just throw Ashley out onto the street like this. If something happened to her we're responsible," echoing Spencer's words, earlier in the hour. He cringed, "It's not what good Christians would do…" god he was such a coward.
Diana Greene gave the middle Davies girl a dirty calculated look, "Get to your room Glen. I'll deal with you in the morning."
Ashley was up and out of the house before anyone was the wiser. No one heard her stumble out the front door at the crack of dawn.
Spencer was forbidden to step foot in the Greene house again.
Glen never had the courage to come clean.
His mother wouldn't hear of it.
Spencer Carlin was a dirty harlot, who tried seduce her golden boy with drugs and sex; trying to entangle him in her web of sin, staging a threesome with Ashley Davies, the town junkie. It was her fault Glen was a deadbeat, hanging around town, and not going off to college like he was supposed to.
But his father knew.
Arthur Greene wasn't stupid, he knew what Glen did.
But he never said anything. He allowed it, he allowed the lie. He threw Spencer under the bus just like Glen did.
He was supposed to protect Spencer.
But he didn't.
He just let it go.
Spencer wouldn't look at him anymore.
He tried to talk to her.
He waited for her every day after school for weeks.
She walked right past him. Like he didn't exist.
He betrayed her.
He told her he loved her and then he betrayed her, in every way imaginable.
She was his best friend.
She was family.
How could he live with himself?
He went to see Paula.
"What are you doing here Glen?" her steely blue eyes, looked at him with such sadness, such disappointment, he almost turned tail and ran.
"Is Spencer here?" he asked. He needed to make things right.
Paula dabbed at her teary eyes with a tissue, "She left."
His heart dropped. She didn't leave for the store, did she? "She's leaving."
Paula nodded.
"Graduation's next week!" he just saw her two days ago, at some cheerleader's end of the year bash.
He and Ashley crashed it.
He was such a mess.
Her angry eyes, raw, with unshed tears.
"She said she didn't need a ceremony," Paula replied, she thought she had more time too. "They'll mail the diploma to her."
"Where is she going?"
Paula shrugged, "She left a note. Didn't say goodbye." The woman was broken.
"Fuck Spencer…" Glen ran out of the old house, back to his car. He needed to find her.
He drove to the bus depot.
And there she was.
His childhood friend, sat there in the barren station, atop the uncomfortable plastic chairs, leaning against her small duffle bag, head leaning against her knees, waiting, deep in thought.
"Spencer!"
Steely blues met his, and looked away quickly.
She was sad.
He could tell.
She turned slightly, releasing her hold on her legs, making room for him.
Glen took it as an invite to sit down. He plopped himself down beside her stiffly. "You're uhh… leaving," even he knew how dub he sounded.
She nodded.
"Will you be back?"
She didn't answer.
"Spence…" he wanted her to stay. They've had this conversation before. If he pushed, she'd say yes, yes she'll be back.
"Did you fuck her?" her voice was small.
He looked at her curiously. "Who?"
"You know who…"
He didn't.
She glared at him.
"Paula?" he asked, sure he went to Voluptas, but he would never…
She groaned in disgust. "Thanks for the mental image, ass-eyes," she punched his shoulder.
"No I've never…"
"Ashley. Did you fuck Ashley?"
"No." he answered quickly.
She looked at him with a raised brow. She didn't believe him.
"Seriously," he held his hands up in defense. Where the hell was this coming from. "Ashley isn't really into guys anymore," he explained, "There were a few times, but there were like two girls between us and…" That didn't seem to ease the blonde's mind. God, where was his filter. "She's like a sister."
Spencer scoffed, "Like me?"
"YES!" he exclaimed. "NO…I mean Yes. I don't…!" God, he didn't know how to answer that.
The announcement called for passengers to board a bus to Cleveland. From there he didn't know where she was going.
Spencer got up, and gathered her belongings.
"Spencer!" Glen panicked.
She continued to not look at him as she proceeded towards the terminal.
"Spence!" he wanted to grab her, hold her back. But he couldn't.
He couldn't grab her like that, not again. That hurt and betrayal in her eyes, he didn't want to see that again.
This was what she wanted from the beginning.
He knew that.
She wanted out.
Could he really keep her from that?
No.
That would be selfish.
He wanted her happy.
She didn't turn around, "Goodbye Glen," it was barely a whisper. Her shoulders hunched low, "Take care of her."
He wasn't good enough for her.
She knew that.
Even Glen knew what a loser he was. His first chance at his dream and he blew it, fucking up his ACL. Instead of standing back up he just kept falling.
He knew how Spencer felt about drugs. She never had to say it out loud, but he could see it in her eyes. Seeing him so low was killing her.
He knew what happened to her mother. How much it fucked up Spencer's life, yet he did the same thing.
How could he have been so stupid and insensitive?
That year, after Spencer left, was a harsh reality check.
Most of it was a blur.
Ashley for some reason or the other snapped again and he was right there beside her, from every hit, to every party, to every fist fight. He was there. He couldn't take care of Spencer but he could Ashley.
No one touched the brunette. Not when he was around.
But he got sloppier.
Angrier.
He needed a hit every hour.
He was the reason for most fights escalating. He was responsible for the nights spent in the county jail for unruly behavior.
His parents began fighting more and more.
His mother blamed it all on Spencer.
His father didn't outright defend the little blonde, but shifted the blame on them as parents for not supporting him. That he's been like this for a while.
He stopped going home.
He was tearing his family apart. He was screwing up again.
Taking a page out of his blonde's book, he left home.
No matter how much his mother begged, he ignored her.
She was the one who sent Spencer away.
Most their nights they ended up either crashing at Voluptas or the Davies' pool house.
Glen rummaged through the room searching for the bag of weed he had last night.
It was a dime's worth.
He was in the main house.
It was off limits.
Even Ashley rarely went into the main house anymore. His weed wouldn't have been anywhere in the house.
But Glen didn't care. His mind was focused on one thing.
He just needed a quick fix.
'It'd last me until Ashley got back.'
She went for more…or to Voluptas again.
He couldn't remember.
He just needed something. He kept ruffling through drawers and cupboards.
He was in the second story library, searching through shelves of books. No one should be home. Gertrude Davies was on her annual pilgrimage through Europe or Australia. Christine was in California on set some C class film.
The Davies had let go most of the house staff years ago.
The heavy oak door closed with a thundering thud.
Glen dropped to the floor. 'Crap.'
A young brunette was shoved into the room, she fell onto the Persian carpet with a soft cry.
Glen heard the heavy doors lock, the click echoing loudly into the room. He crawled towards the banister to look down onto the main floor.
"Ky?" he recognized the younger girl, his dry eyes widened seeing the youngest Davies in distress. She was supposed to be away at some private school in Vermont or something.
Slow, heavy footsteps trudged towards the downtrodden girl.
middle aged man, his hair greying at the sideburns, his tall 6 foot form hovered over the meek girl. He bent over and backhanded Kyla in the face, "The fuck you do?" his voice boomed.
Kyla gasped crying in pain, holding her cheek.
He grabbed her chin, "Getting kicked out of school, Kyla? What were you thinking? What would your grandmother think? She'd be disappointed." His tone vile, his words cruel.
Glen's eyes widening, seeing the man's face.
It was the uncle, Dave Davies, groomed, dark hair, slicked back with too much gel, a strong fierce jaw. Glowing gold spectacles, giving him an air of elegance and class. Glen had never met him in person, only catching glimpses of him here and there, but he's seen pictures of the sophisticated business typhoon.
"I…I didn't like it there," the girl lay there her head hung low, sniffling holding back tears.
"You go back and play nice," he hushed her, patting her cheek lightly. "If you're sweet the headmaster will let you back in," he chuckled meanly, "No more biting."
Kyla shot her head up glaring at him. "You knew."
"Be a good girl Kyla," he urged her in a sickeningly sweet tone, caressing her cheek, "Trudy never complained half as much."
Almond shaped eyes widened. "No…" she gasped, her head shaking, she didn't believe him, "She didn't…"
"She did," he smirked.
"She was your daughter!" Kyla cried, trying to shove him away.
"And she was a Davies, she knew her place," he said softly. "You need to learn yours. We're going to need you a lot more now."
"Why?"
His thoughts exactly, 'They had money, what the hell was going on?' Glen frowned taking in the scene, trying to process the information in his congested mind.
"School isn't cheap," Dave kissed his teeth, "Neither is business. Thanks to your bastard sister, and my wayward daughter, god rest her soul," he paused, as if remembering his long deceased daughter, "we've been tight financially in recent years."
"Grams would never let you do this!" Kyla exclaimed. Her grandmother loved her. She loved Trudy. She wouldn't…
"As long as the money keeps flowing mother doesn't care," Dave spat. "Trudy got into Vassar didn't she? Was going to carry on the family tradition, of strong, ivy-league educated Davies women."
Kyla bit her trembling lip to hold back a sob. He was lying. Trudy was great.
"Didn't you say you wanted to be just like her?" he mocked. "Wanted to be just like her and make your grandmother proud."
"Not like this."
"Look I have a few shares in upcoming ventures and my investors are all very eager to meet you Kyla Davies."
"I'm not going to do it!"
"Your sister then?" he threatened. "She's a bit of a mess, but with all those drugs running through her veins, I'm sure she wouldn't feel being railroaded a few times," he chuckled, liking the idea more and more, "for the family. We can even host a party for it right here. She wouldn't even know."
"You sick fuck!" Kyla spat in his face.
He removed his gold rimmed glasses, and wiped at it. "My brother was never much of a father was he?" he placed the glasses back onto his face, "I think I need to discipline you myself." He began to unbuckle his leather belt.
'Oh God!' Glen scrambled to his feet. He needed to get to her. 'That sick fuck was going to…'
"What are you doing?" panicked Kyla scrambled backwards, "get away from me!"
"You just need to get used to it Kyla," He smirked again, continuing his march towards her, "I'll be gentle."
"NO!" Kyla screamed. 'Somebody help me.'
Before Dave could reach her, a lamp smashed into his head, knocking him unconscious. Glen was panting behind him, glaring at the despicable bastard.
He kicked him once, then again.
It appeased the rage in him.
'Sick fuck.' He kept kicking at the groaning man rolling around on the floor.
"Glen?" the scared little brunette called to him, breaking him out of his rage.
"Ky…" he panted, taking in the scared girl.
The teenager ran into his arms, and sobbed into his chest.
He embraced her tightly, "Don't be scared Ky, I'm here," his grip tightening around her. "I'll take care of you. No one's going to touch you," he vowed. " You or Ashley."
Kyla changed everything for him and Ashley.
It wasn't easy.
They were just a couple of kids. Known junkies.
It was their word against his.
Dave Davies was a powerful man.
In a few short years Gertrude Davies lost her son, then her precious granddaughter, named for her, her pride and joy, another granddaughter disgraced the family name, a known drug addict. To tell her, her remaining son, the apple in her eye was a self-serving grade-A-asshole who tried to rape his niece, who sold his own daughter in business dealings would've sent the poor woman to an early grave.
They had to be careful, tactful. They had to keep Kyla safe.
Ashley was outraged, and rightfully so, she wanted to run the fucker down with her SUV. She went out looking for a gun.
"Calm the fuck down!" Glen shouted, grabbing onto Ashley.
"Let me go Greene, or I'll shoot you too!"
"You're scaring Kyla!" Glen pointed to a still sobbing teenager, huddled on the couch in the pool house. "You're all she has left!"
"She's not going back there!" Ashley exclaimed stomping her foot stubbornly.
Kyla gasped, at the possibility.
"I didn't say she should go back," Glen tried to reason.
"Then what the fuck am I supposed to do Glen?" Ashley screamed, angry tears spilling down her cheeks. "How can I keep her safe?" She was a mess. Trembling.
So was he. His body craving a hit. Shivering at the thought.
"We're a fucking mess Ash, we can't go at him head on."
"I can't let him get away with this…Kyla…Dee…" It was all too much.
"Can we call mom?" Kyla asked her voice barely a whisper.
"You want to call Christine?" Ashley was completely bewildered.
Kyla nodded seriously. She was the only clear headed one.
"Can we trust her?" Glen asked.
Christine Davies was a bitch. But she was a bitch with claws, and in her own twisted way, she loved her daughter. And she loved the Davies name all the more. The dirty family secret was kept well under wraps.
Within a few short months Dave Davies was locked away for embezzlement. Fifteen years max. At his parole hearing five years in, the prosecutor produced even more evidence of less than tasteful dealings to keep him securely behind bars.
It all seemed like ages ago.
Glen sighed, running his hand through his hair.
The only good thing to come out of that whole ordeal, he and Ashley finally got their shit together.
'and how…" he mused glancing around his luxurious office.
Two picture frames were permanently fixed on his desk, the first was of him and his women folk. His family.
It was from his birthday a few years ago in Vegas. Brie had hopped on his back, demanding a piggy back ride, Kyla grabbing at his arm pouting for a turn, even Ashley couldn't fight back a smile.
They were his girls.
He would take care of them, 'always...'
His eyes drifted to the second, it was from way back when. He was a scrawny lanky fourteen year old with curly blonde hair that even Shirley Temple would've been jealous of, staring up at tree where a smiling blonde girl hung upside down from, sticking her tongue out at him. Voluptas, stood fragile in the distance.
The other kids made fun of his hair, his mom wouldn't let him cut his angel curls. Even the girls taunted and teased him. He remembered going to the pond to be alone. He was catapulting stones into the water in frustration trying to skip rocks.
He was only gone a few hours.
But Spencer found him. She always found him.
On her first try, her stone skipped six times across the water.
He told her to get lost. He wanted to be alone.
The little blonde just grinned, and pulled a pair of scissors from her back pocket, a mischievous grin graced her lips.
Spencer had nipped off a part of his ear in the process and he had bald patches, in the most random spots. But the kids at school wouldn't be making fun of his golden locks anymore. That was for sure.
Mom was pissed.
Heck he was pissed but he got his trip to the barber, albeit he didn't expect to be sporting a crew cut.
'Spencer delivered results,' he grinned thinking of the little blonde.
He was practically bald until he started high school.
'God Spence, if you could see me now,' Glen mourned his childhood companion. Would she be proud of him?
'I really hope you're happy.'
His eyes strayed to the former Voluptas, preserved in the photo.
'I can't believe I helped tear it down.'
The insistent ringing of his phone, forced him from his guilt ridden, reminiscent mind. "Go for Greene."
"Glen…" he heard the raspy sniffle.
"Ashley?"
"God," she was crying. "I…"
"Where are you Ashley?" 'Not again.' She was cracking again.
"At Grey's…"
"Stay there. I'll be there soon," he grabbed his coat and keys.
"Kay…" the brunette answered weakly.
Glen waited to hear for the dial tone.
'Dammit Ashley…'
And bam! End scene.
Next Time:
"Oh god," Spencer fell to her knees, staring at the massive white building enveloping her former home. This wasn't right.
"Spencer, are you okay?" the young doctor was worried.
Their former travelling company, who already gathered their bags, now standing idly by watching the broken woman, crumble at the sight of their destination, the grand 'Voluptas.'
"Oh god." She couldn't breathe. 'What the fuck happened here?'
A.N. Can I just say, what the fuck is up with the weird little linky things? Highlighting random words and what not.
Not a fan.
So a Glen centric chapter, got away from Tru finally-for now.
But also on another note, HOLY SHIT, did y'all see breathe4her posted part three of her epic Spashley story! Sorry fan girl mode done.
Next Chapter up in a few.
*ShyGirl1988