It had been hours since she crept out of Wyndemere like a thief in the night. Someone who had stolen the silver and candlesticks. She had left a vital piece of herself behind that she didn't want to acknowledge. No, that would mean facing it, and facing it was too dire. She had to protect herself. Spencer was leaving, but she had no regrets for what she had shared with him. It had been his for some time. She needed to share it to be free of it and of him. She sighed as she got off the launch. She would always have that moment, it didn't help that his lips, the feel of them lingered on her skin. His touch, the memory could elicit a physical response. The way he felt, the way he had filled her stayed, she could still feel him all those hours later. She wanted to get back on that launch and tell him. She figured that would only complicate things. That it would taint the memory. So she got in her car and drove home to face the music.

Spencer wished he could have gone with Trina to face her family. He had to chuckle as he lingered in the bed where they had made love. Yes, made love. There was absolutely no other way to describe it. Everything he felt he poured into those moments. Everything she felt, he received in those moments. He knew, he knew when she ran early in the morning that it could never be enough. It couldn't just be one night. The sheets still smelled like her so he wrapped himself in them.

He had lied about going to Pentonville, mainly because he couldn't face the disappointment of anyone not being there for him. He couldn't face it, so he told himself it was better. Still, he could feel the mark she left on him. The sweetness of her taste, the softness of her skin, and he could hear the music of her voice. A knock on the door let him know that it was time. He was about to go to jail for ninety days.


Kelly's

Trina wasn't ready to go home. She wanted to float on the cloud she was on for just a little moment longer so she drove around and finally landed at Kelly's. Cam greeted her with a mug of hot chocolate which brought back memories of Spencer.

"Thanks, Cam. How did you know?" He smiled.

"You paced out front long enough for me to guess you are avoiding home." She sighed.

"How did it go?" He shrugged.

"After a half hour, your mom figured that I was covering. They demanded to know where you were, so I told them that you needed some time to yourself and you did not tell me where you went." He smiled. "But they all knew that I could guess. Still, I had your back."

"You always do." Trina smiled gratefully as she stirred her hot cocoa.

"Always will. So...Why weren't you at the station this morning?" Trina looked at him confused.

"Station? Why would I be at the station?" Trina asked.

"Trina, Spencer turned himself in this morning. He was supposed to start his 90-day sentence." Tears burned at the back of her eyes. He had done it again, lied to her. After everything they had shared, he lied to her face. Well, it was a lie by omission but still a lie. He didn't tell her that he was reporting to Pentonville that very next day.

"He didn't say that it was so soon." She said softly as she tried to control her emotions. "You know what, this is ridiculous. I am going to see to it that he doesn't serve ninety days." Trina stood from her stool determined to do anything she could to free him.

"Trina, what are you going to do?" She looked back at Cam.

"I don't know...Anything." She left Kelly's and headed over to Sonny's restaurant, or whatever it was those days. It always changed to keep him laundering money.

Corinthos'

Trina walked into the restaurant and demanded to speak to Sonny. His guards tried putting her off and she stood toe to toe with them.

"Look, it is not hard. I asked quite nicely to speak to Mr. Corinthos. All you have to do is get him. It is urgent." Trina told the creepy-looking guard.

"You are Taggert's daughter, correct?" She rolled her eyes.

"Yes, and my father isn't involved nor does he know that I am here. He can be if that is what you are into." Sonny came out of his office.

"Miss Robinson, what can I do for you?" Sonny flashed his dimples at her.

"You can tell me how your enforcer had never seen a day in jail but your 19-year-old nephew is doing thirty days in Pentonville." Trina crossed her arms as she looked Sonny in the eye, her gaze unwavering.

"You are something else. I see why Spencer likes you so much. My hands are tied, I can only offer protection." Trina shook her head.

"Like Michael?"

"Now you just wait a damn-"

"Because, it is known that he is a Cassadine, and your nephew. How do you think that will keep him protected? He is only to serve ninety days. He is in there with hardened criminals who have nothing to lose and you think that you can protect him?" Trina snorted.

"Not even your reach stretches that far or long. Your best bet is to get him out today." Sonny was silent as he glared at her. He didn't need to be reminded of what happened to Michael. He understood what she was trying to do but it had opened a wound that never fully healed

"Mr. Corinthos, please. I am terrified that he won't make it out and if he does, he will never be the same. Please." Trina pleased.

"I can't promise anything, but I will make some calls." Trina brightened for a moment but deep down, she knew that she was being appeased.


Wyndemere

Trina rang the doorbell, she didn't have much luck with Sonny but the Cassadines had political connections. Nikolas had gotten his aunt pardoned. Maybe he could get Spencer out of his ninety-day bid. A servant welcomed her in, she walked into a tense conversation between Nikolas and his uncle.

"Trina, how lovely to see you but-"

"I know that Spencer is in Pentonville. What I don't understand is how either of you let it happen." Trina looked from Nikolas to Victor. "Surely there is something you can do? You want to teach him a lesson, fine but please know that he is in danger." She watched the looks on their faces. Nikolas glared at Victor while he looked at the ground defeated.

"You know, he had an accomplice. One he could have turned in. I told him to, flat out. He refused because he is loyal to those that don't deserve it. My god, do you not realize what you are doing to him?" She hated that the silence made her tears cascade down her cheeks.

"Neither of you deserves him." She pointed her finger at them. "You may think that because he is young that he will be okay. You are risking his mental health and development for yourselves. You are risking him being changed forever because you are selfish cowards." She shouted.

"Trina." Ava said as she walked in.

"Ava..." Trina turned to her. "I have on the same clothes. I am a mess and no one will listen to me." Ava hugged her. "I don't want to go home."

"Then don't. I will arrange some time for you at the Metro Court. Don't worry about clothes." Trina was too drained to fight. She could only nod.

"Ava, I know that he hurt you most of all but please talk some sense into them. They have to help him. Okay, he can't survive in there." She sniffed.

"Trina, I want you to focus on yourself. Spencer has a strong support system. I promise you, I will do what I can, for you." Ava inhaled a deep breath. The last thing that she wanted was to help Spencer get out of prison but she saw how distraught Trina was. So she was determined to help.

"I just want you to be realistic here. Spencer is heavily connected. That is a big reason that he is getting such a harsh sentence considering everything. While I will try, the judge may not budge." Trina nodded and sniffed. Those same connections could get him hurt.


Pentonville

The next day, Trina still had not gone home to face the music. She knew what was coming and she didn't care. She hadn't been successful in getting Spencer out of Pentonville. So she decided to go visit him.

"Hi, I am here to see Spencer Cassadine, my name is Trina Robinson," Trina told the guard. She had gone through metal detectors and had been patted down to ensure that she had no paraphernalia on her. It was degrading but she needed to see his face.

"I am sorry ma'am but you are not on the list." Trina stared at him, she didn't know that there was some sort of exclusive list to visit people in prison.

"I'm sorry?" She questioned the guard.

"You are not on the list of approved visitors." She crossed her arms preparing for a fight.

"Well, why not?" She demanded.

"Because the prisoner did not put you on the list." Deflated she stumbled back as she tried to process what the guard had said.

"You are certain?" She asked him.

"Very." The guard remarked coldly.

"Thank you." Trina stumbled toward the exit. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't want to see her. How could he just cut her off as though she were nothing? Like the night that they had shared meant nothing. She decided to go home and try harder to forget about Spencer Cassadine.


Metro Court

Trina had gone back to the hotel. She wanted to take a long hot bath and wash the day away but her parents were waiting in the lobby for her.

"We can do this out in the open or we can go to your room." Portia was livid as was her father. She inhaled a deep breath then let it out slowly.

"We can get a table at the restaurant and we can talk like adults." Portia sucked in a breath amazed by her gall. "You both choose to forget that I am 19 and an adult. Technically, I do not owe either of you an explanation but I am willing to offer one."

"Excuse me young lady but you are barely an adult. Let's not forget that you are still dependent on your parents." Trina crossed her arms getting defensive.

"Is that your argument? That I am dependent on you? Wow." She laughed.

"Trina, we care about you. We know that you are capable of making your own decisions but you are just starting out. We are here to guide you. To help you." Trina ignored her father and focused on her mother.

"I have a job. So the only thing that I depend on you for is room and board and tuition. Neither of which you have to pay for so don't." Portia shook her head in disbelief.

"What happened to you?" Portia asked.

"What happened to you? Holding my education over my head when you know how important it is to me? When I just got back into school?" Trina didn't back down.

"You left your party! You were gone for two days and we heard nothing from you! Do you not realize how selfish that is? How worried we were?!" Portia yelled, she had lost her cool. Trina deflated then, she was wrong and she knew it.

"I think we need to take a step back before things are said that we cannot take back," Taggert interjected.

"I needed to be alone. After everything that had happened, I was overwhelmed and felt out of place at the party. I had been in fight mode so long...I just crashed. It just hit me. Then Esme is still out there after everything." Trina altered the truth a bit but she was too exhausted to deal with her parents.

"You've seen me. Can I go to my room now?" She looked at her parents.

"This is his fault, that Cassadine kid," Portia argued.

"Spencer is in Pentonville. This has nothing to do with him." Trina lied flat out. She could tell that her parents didn't believe her.

"Honey, I don't want to fight. Okay, I was just very worried." Portia moved in for the hug. She harbored enough secrets so she knew that she needed to tread carefully. She didn't want to push her daughter away. Taggert joined in the hug. They finally decided to leave and Trina was relieved.

After a hot bath, Trina sat down to pen a letter to Spencer there was a knock on her door. She hadn't told anyone that she was there but Ava. Her parents knew but she wasn't expecting them back. She answered the door, it was Rory.

"Hey." She said surprised to see him. He walked in right past her without an invitation. "Come in." She said under her breath as she closed the door behind him. She turned to face him, preparing for an inquisition.

"Trina, what is going on here? I call you don't answer. I text you don't text back. Are we over? Are you ghosting me?" Trina stared at him as she remembered tangled limbs and passionate whispers. She shivered at the thought. Maybe she needed to come clean to Rory.

She couldn't, she couldn't come clean. He stood looking genuinely hurt and vulnerable. He stood there needing answers and his eyes held a certain hope. Hope that what he feared wasn't true. How could she hurt him the way she had been hurt? Especially for someone who could discard her so easily. Rory was perfect on paper. He was solid. He didn't flake. He didn't waver.

"I get it. I will leave you alone." There it was the perfect break, nice and clean.

"I was scared. I am scared. We moved so fast it is like..." He approached her, each step tentative, he wanted her to feel secure but not pressured.

"Not that fast. I know that you've been hurt, Trina." He took her face in his hands. "I am all in here. If you need time, I can be patient. I just need you to be for real with me." He looked into her eyes.

"I am in this. I just needed a couple of days to clear my head." She lied.

"Are you sure?" She thought about what to say in a way that wasn't a lie.

"I am sure that I am ready to move on with my life. To allow myself good things. You are a good thing, Rory." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I am sorry that I didn't include you in my little getaway." He smiled.

"We could have done so much with that time." He kissed her backing her toward the bed. As the kisses became more heated, Trina could only see him.

"Okay, okay let's slow down a bit. How about we just hang out? We can hold each other but I am not ready for..."

"I am sorry. I just missed you. Of course, we go at your pace." He smiled as he made himself comfortable.

The next morning, Trina is sleeping. Rory is getting ready to leave for work when he notices the letter on the desk. He reads it.

Dear Spencer.

I am done kidding myself. I don't know what spell you had over me but it is broken.

You broke it, finally.

Goodbye

Rory smiled reading the letter. Maybe things would finally change for them without the ghost of Spencer Cassadine haunting them. He didn't know that isn't the letter she would send.


Pentonville, six weeks later

I try to forget your touch. I try to forget your lips, the ones that lingered for days after. I try to forget you but you haunt me.

Why did you discard me when I just wanted to be there for you? How could you? How could you hurt me once again? Do you ever get tired?

Maybe I am just a damn fool. A damn fool who allows you to keep making me one. I want to give up on you, I know I should but it isn't easy.

Maybe one day soon...I will.

Spencer read the letter more times than he could remember, he didn't even need to read it because he remembered every word. He didn't want to hurt her but he didn't want her to visit him in that place. He didn't know what could happen to him and if something did, he wanted to spare her from seeing him that way. She was so hard on herself about his confession, he didn't want to risk it. Besides, Pentonville was no place for her even as a visitor.

I never want to forget your touch, your lips. They still linger. Those moments get me through these dreary days and eerie nights. Lonely nights.

I hate that you feel discarded, I hate that you don't know everything by now. That the things I wanted to say I could only express physically. No, love, you aren't discarded. You are the only light in this darkness consuming me. A beacon that helps me see a way out. I wanted to leave, I feel that you are better off without me. I am too damn selfish to leave you. I love you too much to leave. Even if I only get to love you from a distance, at least you are in my life. So I am asking you to not give up on me. We both know that you should but as I said before, if you walk out on me, my world would turn grey. And it had Trina, it really had. Until that night. I don't want to put my fate on you and I am not, I just want you to know how much you mean and what you do for me.

Don't give up on me...

Please

Spencer folded the letter then put it in an envelope. He knew that he wouldn't send it. If he did she would try to see him again. He couldn't have that. Finally, he tried to get a little sleep, he hadn't been able to sleep in his cell.

It had only been ten minutes when he was jerked awake in his cell. "Aww look at that, he sleeps with a picture. A picture of my good friend Rory's girlfriend. What kind of freak are you? Some sort of stalker?" Spencer refused to answer him. It was bad enough that Book was after him. Then it was the C.O. Rage boiled inside of him. He knew that if he acted on that rage then he would get time added to his sentence. They opened his cell and then took him to solitary.

He may have been spoiled but he knew how to defend himself. He had taken several martial arts training. Thankfully, he knew how to block, roll and tuck to protect himself but that was difficult when it was two-on-one. He took several punches to the gut and kicked in his side. He refused to fight back and then they started fighting each other. All he could do was roll on his back and laugh. Only it hurt like hell to laugh. He was being set up. No matter his good behavior and staying out of the way, he wouldn't be out in ninety days. The worst part was that he was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. Even more difficult to keep his eyes open.