After a conversation with a well-known fic autor, it occurred to me that this fic had gone without an update for half a year, eep.
Anywho, this is just something I dashed off, keen to get this fic back on track, it's not very good, but it's more of a filler piece.
The title "Run away try to find a safe place you can hide" is from the Bullet For My Valentine song "All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me)"
Chapter 5 "Run away try to find a safe place you can hide"
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She awoke when Paula came into her room and started shouting at her, her brain clouded with sleep, Paula's words far from intelligible. Spencer groaned and turned over, her body calling her mind back to the sugarcoated "reality" that lay deep within her subconscious.
"Oh no you don't young lady!" the words rung out through Spencer's cranium, Paula's mouth right next to her head, the elder Carlin's hands pulling at the duvet that Spencer held so tightly around herself, like a safety blanket. Spencer was becoming more lucid with each passing second, her eyes opening to the vision of an angry mother, her ears sore from the shouting. Paula stepped back, promising to return within ten minutes, her voice thick with malice, as she made her way over to the open door before she abruptly turned back and told Spencer to clean up her room, then she was gone, the door slamming behind her.
Spencer fully opened her eyes, regarding the mess of her room; the floor was covered with the fabric from her duvet cover; hundreds of strands of cotton lined the wooden floor, large patches of the late item lay strewn all around the room and the air was heavy with the smell of a foreign aftershave. Spencer groaned at the sight, her stomach sore and her throat burning, her mind victim to a sudden assault of memories, what had she done?
Not wanting to be shouted at again, the blonde had gotten up, and with her thin duvet still wrapped around her small form she had made her way to the family bathroom. With the door safely locked behind her, and the all steam dispersing from the room, Spencer dropped the duvet and started to run the shower, her shaking hands adjusting the temperature of the water. Her pale fresh quickly reddened, the scalding water crashing onto her skin, setting her body of fire. It wasn't long before the small room was once again sheathed in steam, the thickness of the air stifling. The temperature of the water started to affect the youngest Carlin, she could feel a growing tightness in her chest and turned the shower off, her small form glowing red.
Thirty minutes and a snide comment from a homophobic mother later, Spencer was ready to leave for school. She didn't want to go, and contemplated skipping, unfortunately there was no way she could, Glen would drive her to the institution with Clay and once she was at school there was no way of leaving. She could feign illness, however a phone call from the school nurse to her mother, the doctor, and Spencer would be going nowhere.
A sardonic comment from Glen about Ashley not picking her up that morning and Spencer was close to breaking point, all she needed was something more to push her over the brink that she was teetering on.