A/N - So, here it is! The final chapter! Hope you like, and please send me a review! :)
Sugar, Spell It Out
Chapter twenty one
I woke up the next morning with the blonde beauty in my arms and couldn't remember the last time I felt this good. I had all the things I could ask for, a good career, a bunch of crazy wonderful friends, a great home but the best part of me is right beside me. Life could simply not be any better. I feel relieved now that Carmen's locked up and about to spend a long time in prison for hurting the gorgeous blonde and for the stunt she played yesterday. I can't wrap my head around how anyone could ever do what she did to Spencer. She's so pure, kind and loving. I'll spend the rest of my life with her if she let me. Falling in love with her was so easy and I keep falling. It's scary but the good kind of scary. She has my heart in her hands now and I'm not sure she's aware of it, but I trust her with it anyway.
After Chelsea fixed my shoulder up yesterday Jamie told everyone at set to take the rest of the day off and me, Jamie and Spencer went down to the police station to give our statements. After that me and Spencer went back home and spent the rest of day and most of the night in each others arms, altering between talking, about everything from childhood pets and dreams for the future, and making love. If the first time was pure bliss the second time was, yeah...I'm at a loss for words actually. Speechless. Amazed. Astonished. Okay, so maybe I had a few words but they're not nearly enough.
"If you were thinking any louder I'd actually be able to hear it." Spencer mumbles into the crook of my neck, her breath tickling me slightly.
"Yeah?" I chuckle staring up at the ceiling.
"Mhm." Spencer says rolling onto her side propping her elbow up, leaning her head in the palm of her hand and looks at me intently.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, you know...just...just that I feel like nothing can touch me right now. That everything's pretty perfect." I say with a smile still starring at the starring at the ceiling. She doesn't answer me but I can still feel her eyes on me, after a moment of silence I turn my gaze to her and is met by her beautiful smile and her gorgeous eyes, showing emotions I can't really put my finger on.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing. I just... I love you."
Did she just tell me she loved me? I seek in her eyes for some sort of confirmation and that's when I understand what the emotions I couldn't put my finger on is. It's love and affection. Something no one ever showed me before, not like this. I can feel a couple of tears escaping my eyes and she's quick to brush them away with her thumb. When I can't seem to find my voice to say the same words to her I crash my lips against hers, pouring my heart in it. Our tongues finds each other fast and I can't stop myself from moaning into her mouth. When I reluctantly pull away, silently cursing my body's need for air, I lean my forehead against hers.
"I love you too." I whisper before capturing her lips again.
A couple of hours later we force ourselves out of the bed and finish of the night/morning in the shower before I make my way out in the kitchen to cook us some food, my speciality of course, pancakes. Also the only thing I can make. As I'm cooking my phone goes of and I glance down at the screen seeing it's Jamie. I hit the green button and sets the phone on speaker.
"Hey Jamie."
"Hey pumpkin. What's up?" She says cheerfully and I chuckle at her new nickname for me, it's always something new when it comes to Jamie.
"I'm making my famous pancakes, and what's with the weird nickname?" I ask as Spencer walks into the kitchen wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Well, I got tired of the old one. Not so fun calling you Whipped when you stopped complaining about it." Jamie reasons and my eyes widen. Oh no! That was not something I wanted Spencer to hear. I quickly turn in her arms and finds an amused smile on her lips.
"Whipped?" She mouths with a frown. Kill me now...
"Jamie, you are dead to me. You're on speakerphone bitch!" I'll never live this one down.
"How was I suppose to know that?" She says laughing "Well Whipped, the truth always finds its way out somehow." She continues still laughing.
"Our friendship has come to an end Jamie." I states before hanging up to phone and turn back to my pancakes.
"So it's Whipped they've been calling you?" Spencer asks teasingly.
"No comments."
"Aww, come on baby. You're not whipped." She says and wraps her arms around me again.
"I know, and this conversation ends now or there will be no pancakes for you." I say turning around in her arms again.
"You wouldn't dare to take away the pancakes?" Spencer says with a shocked expression.
"Yes, I will Miss Carlin."
"No, you won't Miss Davies. You wouldn't do that to me 'cause it'll be at your own expense."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, no kisses which also means no sex." She says seriously and my mouth drops in shock. She wouldn't, right?
"You're kidding right?"
"No." She says and lets go of me before starting to get out of the room but I stop her by taking her by her wrist. This will only prove everyone right about me being whipped.
"Fine. Eat as many as you want. Just know that there will be plenty of sweet love making tonight."
"I knew you'd give in." She says taking a hold of my wife beater and bringing me close to her. Yeah, of course she knew that, because I'm whipped. No surprises there. But whatever, I'll happily be it as long as Spencer wants boss me around.
"I'll fucking rock whipped. I'll be the master of all whipped people." I murmur into the crook of her neck and I can feel her chuckle.
"I know you will babe, I know."
An hour later we are seating in the couch watching the latest news on TV.
"I think I'll go for a run. Is that okay with you?" Spencer says looking up at me from snuggling into my side.
"Of course baby." I say with a smile.
"Goody." She says and gets up from the couch and disappears in the direction of the bedroom only to emerge a couple of minutes later in different cloths.
"I'll be back in about 30, okay?" She says with a smile. I nod in answer and she walks out the glassdoors.
10 minutes later there's a knock at the door. Who can that be? Spencer wouldn't knock and Jamie wouldn't dare to show her face here after the whole Whipped incident. Kyla and Eric is still on their honeymoon. I get up from the couch and walk over to the door opening it. As soon as I see who it is my face falls. Everything falls into place and it dawns on me so fast I can't even register every thought going through my head. How could I be so stupid? I mean, I should have known. If I only used my brain for what it's supposed to be used for, then this would probably never be happening. Everything was right in front of me the whole time. I rarely trust people and when I do it's the wrong ones. I knew I shouldn't have taken her death threats lightly. Why couldn't my prayers this morning been answered? Why couldn't things just run smoothly for awhile? No, it can't be that easy. It never is. I look into his eyes for the first time since I opened the door. Maybe he doesn't know that I know? I have to stay calm, keep him from understanding. Just gotta keep the façade up long enough to get rid of him.
"Are you alone?" Aiden breaks the silence. He knows. That is not good.
"Now is not a good time graveyard." I say with a small smile, my heart picking up it's speed as he gives me a smirk before reaching behind his back pulling out a handgun. My eyes flicker shut the sight of it. This can't be happening.
"Now is the perfect time." He says holding the gun only inches from my forehead. "So, I ask again. Are you alone?"
"Yes."
"Where is Spencer?" He says with a calm voice. I don't want him to know where she is. If I keep him busy until she comes back there's a small chance I'll get out of this alive but if he catches her...I can't even think it.
"Working." I say in a low voice. He press the gun to my temple and I close my eyes again, trying to keep my heart from pounding so hard and my breathing to calm down.
"No, you're lying. Don't make this so hard on yourself Davies. Tell me where she is?" He growls and I take a deep breath.
"Somewhere along the beach. She won't be back in about 20 minutes."
"Good. Gives me plenty of time. Now, move inside." He says and leads me into the livingroom. He does a quick check around the place before aiming the gun at me again. He's about 10 feet away from me, the gun directed to my head.
"You don't wanna do this Aiden." I whisper and I feel a couple of tears, that I've been struggling to hold back, fall.
"You're right. I don't want to do it but it's what I'm getting paid for."
"By who?" I already know the answer but I need to hear it.
"I didn't think you were that stupid." He says with a laugh.
"Please answer some of the question going through my head? At least give me that." I plead and he shrugs in answer.
"You get five question and I promise to answer them truthfully. It's not exactly like you're going to be able to tell someone since this is your last conversation." He says with a chuckle. Yeah, he doesn't need to remind me of that... I need to choose this questions wisely 'cause if it's something I want before I die is at least some sort of explanation to why I'm dying.
"I'm guessing you're not really a security guard, so what are you?" I ask with a shaky voice.
"I'm nothing. A simple man trying to earn money for rent and food." Damn, what a way to waste that question. Need a question with a long answer.
"Why are you following Spencer around?" I ask hoping this will answer a lot.
"Well, Carmen is an old friend of mine. She called me up from jail in New York and asked me to come visit her. She told me about Spencer's lies and that she got her thrown into jail." Does he really think Spencer lied about being abused? As if reading my mind he continues.
"I don't really care what happened between them. I'm in it for the money."
"You didn't really answer my question." I say hoping I'm not crossing any lines with the statement.
"What?" He asks with a frown.
"Well...I ask why you were following Spencer around but you never really answered it."
"Oh, right! Yeah, so Carmen wanted me to keep an eye Spencer and what she did. So when she began to hang out with you Carmen wanted me to befriend myself with you so that I could get a hold of inside information. Obviously I succeeded. She simply wanted me to keep her updated on what Spencer did but she wasn't pleased when I told her you two were hooking up. And yeah...here I am, about to end your life for the choices you made." He says with a small chuckle. I can't seem to find anything humours in this situation. My eyes dart out to the porch where I see Spencer with a look of shock and confusion. Don't be seen, please don't be seen. I avert my eyes as I see her pick up her phone from her pocket before getting out of our line of vision. Thank God she didn't leave her phone inside. Aiden sees that my attention turned away from him for a moment.
"What did you see?" He hisses and turns his gaze towards the porch and back to me.
"Nothing...nothing." I answer trying to feign surprise.
"I don't trust you." He says and backs over to the glassdoors and looks outside for a brief moment but goes back inside pretty fast. I guess she hid somewhere and now I need to buy me a whole lot of time.
"There's no one there." He says.
"Yeah, I know. I told you." I deadpan.
"It's not in your best interest to be a smartass." He says gives me an irritated look.
"Well I'm dying anyway."
"Touché. Anyway, three questions left and hurry up. I have places to be. Money to collect you know?" Okay, what should next question be.
"Was everything you did a part of the plan? I mean, the meeting at the graveyard, Starbucks, you showing up at my sisters wedding?
"Yeah, kind of. Meeting at the graveyard wasn't really a plan, but I drugged the guard that came just in time for my arrival and I took his clothes. I followed you around all day and was a bit surprised when you ended up at the graveyard. The meeting at Starbucks was also planned but you weren't suppose to arrive so fast. You saw me with Carmen that day and we thought that could jeopardise the plan but it didn't. Just like Spencer you're too slow for your own good. Anyway, your sisters wedding. Yeah, also a part of everything. I wasn't able too follow you guys around that day and Carmen wanted proof that Spencer was here with you so I had to come here even though it wasn't the smartest thing." He says calmly. What did Spencer say that day, she recognised him right?
"Why?"
"Why what?" He asks with a frown. And he says I'm slow. Jerk.
"Why wasn't it the smartest thing to come here?"
"Aha! Well, it could destroy everything we worked on. You see, I met Spencer once before. About three years ago. I was at Carmen and Spencer's wedding and coming here that meant a huge risk that she'd be recognising me. Apparently she didn't since I'm about to kill her new found love." He says with a sly grin.
"No, she did recognise you but she couldn't remember where from." I say trying to buy me some more time since I'm running out of questions. God, can't the police for once sgow up before it's too late? I so badly need a happy ending to this. For God's sakes, my life has just started. For once in my life I find myself being in love and being loved, am I really suppose to lose it before I even had I chance to enjoy it? This is not how I imagined the first day of my new life to be. Is the first day also suppose the be the last? Life can't be this unfair! Somewhere along my train of thought my tears begin to run freely.
"Someone's beginning to realize this is the end?" Aiden asks with a smirk but I don't answer. How the fuck do you respond to something like that?
"Well, you have one last question. I'm quite curious to what it might be." He says after a moment of silence. I don't have anymore questions, what I wanted to know has been answered. I know that meeting Spencer made my life complete but what I didn't know until this moment was that meeting her also meant complete as in over. I don't blame her though, I'd probably do it all over again if I had the chance. Yeah, if I had to choose between living a life without her and living a life with her but only having the opportunity to hold her close for a fraction of a lifetime and ending up here, I'd choose the later over and over again. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, right?
"Come on Davies! What will it be, a last question or a bullet through that pretty head of yours?"
"What's my life worth?" I whisper after a few seconds that seems to go on forever.
"What?" He asks.
"How much money is she paying you for killing me?" I ask slowly.
"Oh." He says and thinks for a moment. "Well, a lot. But it's not so much about the money for me though. Sure, it'll pay the rent for the rest of my life probably but Carmen is my friend and I kind of want to get rid of you." He says with a smile.
"Why?"
"Uh huh. You're out of questions, besides you wouldn't understand."
"Humor me?"
"Okay...Well, since you're in love with Spencer and obviously gay it makes it impossible for a guy like me to compete for you so...I'm taking you out of the competition. Ha...ha...that didn't make much sense, but whatever. Time to finish this shit." He says and raises the gun a bit to get a better aim. I close my eyes and silently prays this won't be painful.
"Mr. Dennison. Please, lower your weapon." A voice says and I open my eyes to find three cops standing behind Aiden aiming at him with their weapons.
Aiden throws a glance at them before turning back her gaze to me without his aim faltering.
"No." He growls.
"Mr. Dennison, it's over."
"Yes, it is." He whispers and his index finger tightens around the trigger.
Then I hear it. The loudness makes my ears hurt brutally and the pain in them is all I can think about. That is until I see Spencer coming out from hiding, and even if I can't hear it I know she's screaming. I can see it in her face. That and how the tears are running freely down her cheeks. I watch in slow motion how one of the police officers stops her from running to me. She puts up a good fight, as always. That's my girl. She must've been the strongest and bravest person I've ever met.
As the police officer manage to hold her in her place she sees me looking at her. Our eyes meet and that's when it strikes me. I only hold her gaze for a second, but that's all I need. I know. I know that everything will be okay.
My eyes closes at the realisation. I can let go. And the world disappears.
A/N 2 - So that was it. Hope you guys are not too disappointed about the ending. All stories can't have a happy ending ;)
I've thought a lot about continuing this story but I don't think I'm even able to write a sequel on this. I wouldn't know how to turn this ending around. I'm really a sucker for happy endings but the best stories are often the tragic ones, isn't that right?
Anyway, let me know what you think (but please don't hate me). And if someone manage to help me come up with an awesome idea how to continue this please let me now, and I might write sequel! ;)