chapter11
Spencer sat in the bedroom. Twice in the last hour, he had began panic when Derek had tried to leave him alone with the girls. Until Derek found it had been enough and brought the boy to lay down in the room.
Spencers eyes trailed to the door when he saw it open. He stared at Derek.
"Are they gone?"
Derek nodded. "Yeah."
Spencer inhaled deeply then sat up in bed. He brought his knees to his chest. "I'm sorry."
The agent sat down on the bed. "For what?"
"You're mad. I made your friends leave."
Derek shook his head. "I'm not mad. Just... confused." He waited for the hazel eyes to stare up at him. 'Spencer, what made you so uncomfortable with them?"
The boy shrugged.
Derek shook his head. "I think you do know. I think you're lieing to me, because you think i'll get angry when you tell the truth."
Spencer stared back at his toes. "Will you?"
"Will I what?"
"Get angry?" Spencers eyes moved back to Dereks.
Derek shook his head. "I will never get mad for hearing the truth."
Spencer stood silent for a moment. "Master always had his friends pretend to like me."
Derek stared.
"The first time he brought them over, the were nice. I finally had someone to make me smile. For about an hour.' The boy stared back at his feet. "Then, when Master brought out the camera..." He gulped. He felt something in his stomach that he never fet around Derek before. He felt scared. Like his Master would come back. Just like in his dreams.
Dereks brows narrowed. "What did they do?"
Spencer let out a shaky breath. "They tied me to the bed and... took turns."
Derek shut his eyes and shook his head.
"I thought they were my friends." Spencers eyes watered. "But they just wanted me. The same way Master did."
Derek gulped, trying to keep down the bile in his throat. "Spencer my friends would never do that. They really do want to be your friends."
Spencer quickly shook his head. "I don't want friends."
"Come on, Spencer. At least give them a chance. You know I would never let anyone near you who would hurt you."
The boy still shook his head.
"Spencer-"
"NO!" He burried his head in his knees. "No. No. No. No. No. No."
Derek stared worriedly. He slowly reached out his hand. But before he could touch Spencer, he heard the boy whimpering.
"Please Master. Please Master. Please Master." Being repeated over and over.
The agent pulled his hand back and nodded. "Ok. Ok. Sh, sh, sh." He slowly slid over to Spencer and wrapped an arm around him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you." He whispered. He pushed back Spencers hair and kissed his head.
What was he to do? Derek couldn't make Spencer make friends if he didn't want to. He was going to have to make friends 'when' he wants to. 'If' he'll ever want to.
The kid was just going to have to work at his own pace.
Yeah. This is the other half from yesterday. I owe you wonderful peeps big time.