Jennel's POV:
"Demi please come back here."
"I can't I have work to do." She says into the phone as I pace back and forth in my room, running my fingers through my hair.
"Demi please!" I scream down the phone.
"Jennel I have work to do, you can come to mine tonight."
"Yes I want to see you but that's not why I want you here. I need you here to keep me face." I yell into the phone. "Spencer knows I'm here, he's fucking coming here."
"W-what?! I'm on my way; I'll ring you when I'm outside okay."
"O-okay, Demi please get here quickly I'm scared. He'll k-kill me Demi." I say into the phone as tears roll down my cheeks. I end the call and tightly grip on to my phone, still pacing around my room. What if he does get in and gets me? What's he going to do to me? The last time I saw him he was giving me death threats. He was kicking my stomach and beating me, he left me to die and said that if I didn't he'd come back and try again.
My phone vibrates in my hand and I instantly unlock it before opening the message.
(12:46pm) Demi: I'm stuck in traffic, I'll be there soon I promise 3
I don't bother replying, I just lock my phone again before sitting on the floor in front of my bed. I pull my knees up to my chest before pulling open the draws next to my bed. I pull out a thin black box and set it down on the ground in front of me. I pull the lid off slowly, before I pick up the pictures that are inside. The pictures are of me and Spencer, of us in photo booths, messing around. Then there are pictures of us with Jess and Jillian on his birthday. I look through the pictures before coming across something that I wished I hadn't.
I stare down at the slightly crumpled and ripped black and white print in my hands. I allow my fingers to trace the outside of the small barely noticeable figure on the paper. You can just about make out her hands and feet. More tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I continue to look down at the image in front of me.
"I'm sorry Mia."
I hear the front door unlock, I instantly stand up still holding the picture in my hand. I grab my phone off the ground. It can't be him because he doesn't have a key, who am I kidding? I've seen him break into plenty of houses to know that he can pick a lock. I slowly walk out of my room, still gripping on to my phone and the picture, tears still streaming down my face. I creep down the hallway and stand outside the living room, I glace towards to front door.
He's stood there with his back to me. He's wearing black worn jeans, his old tattered leather jacket, holding his bike helmet in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His hair is still over grown and messy, still curly and blonde. I hate to say it but he looks like he's changed, maybe he has. Maybe he's the Spencer I fell in love with.
I look down at the picture in my hand and realise that he will never change. He will always be the monster than killed my little girl. He will always be the man that beat me every single night, the man that made me the way I am today. He takes a drag of the cigarette before stubbing out on the ground; he runs his fingers through his hair. He has a tattoo on his wrist now, I can't read what it says but it's new.
"W-what are you d-doing here?" I ask, he turns around and sheepishly smiles at me before closing the door. I take a step backwards as he begins to walk towards me. Placing his helmet on the sofa as he gets closer to me.
"I came to see you."
"Why Spencer?"
"I needed to make it up to you. Jennel I've changed, no more drugs, no more drinking. I got help, I got help for us."
"You can't change Spencer, I don't want you here. Please just leave." I beg as he gets closer to me, I move back again before backing against the wall behind me.
"Jennel I promise you I've changed."
"You killed our fucking daughter because you beat me, because you didn't want her. You'd get drunk and beat the crap out of me, even when I told you to stop. When I told you I was pregnant, which by the way was after my twelve week ultrasound you beat me even more." I scream at him as he stands in front of me, he looks down at me hands and notices what I'm holding. He places his hand on top of mine and I instantly flinch and attempt to move away. He begins to graze his thumb across the top of my hand.
"I regret what I've done Jennel, but that's in the past. I've changed; I changed for you, for us. I'm sorry Jennel I really am."
"I-if you've changed then why is Jason in hospital?" I ask, looking up at him, staring into his almost grey eyes, eyes that have been through and see too much but still somehow manage to sparkle.
"I snapped, he got to me. He brought things up that I'm trying to forget."
"Like the fact you made me sleep with your dealers to pay off debt. The fact you used to beat me because I was you 'little whore' the fact you didn't want a baby so you beat me and left me on the ground, bleeding?!" I scream at him, moving my hand away from his and shoving him backwards.
"Don't, Jennel don't fucking shove me because I know I'll do something."
"See you haven't fucking changed at all. This is all just a fucking act to you; you think that you can get me back. Treat me nice for a few months and then it all goes back to how it was before." I scream at him again, shoving him back even more. He glares down at me, his eyes are no longer sparkling, and they're dark and deadly.
"I thought I told you not to fucking shove me. Still the same Jennel doesn't fucking listen to a word I fucking say." He growls at me, grabbing my arm and shoving my body against the wall, I whimper in pain as he squeezes my arm tighter. "I thought you were used to the pain Jennel. I guess I need to toughen you up again." He hisses into my ear before pressing his body against mine.
"Get off me Spencer, I'm not yours anymore. You can't treat me like this."
"You're mine until I say you're not."
"She's not yours, prick."
Spencer releases me before turning to walk down the hall. I chase after him as I notice Demi stood in the middle of the living room. She's glaring at him and he just smirks at her.
"And who are you? You got yourself a little slut Jennel?" He asks, snickering while making his way towards Demi.
"Don't you dare touch her Spencer!" I yell as I get in between him and Demi, he looks down at me and smirks.
"Why not Jennel? She looks like someone who likes it rough."
"Do not fucking touch her." I state causing his smirk to fade, I've never stood up to him and he doesn't like it. I can see it in his eyes; he wants to kill me right now. He grabs hold of my arms and tightens his grip causing me to drop the crumpled black and white image on the ground.
"Don't you ever fucking speak to me like that again you fucking whore."
"Don't you fucking talk to her like that, get off her."
I turn to face the door and see Max stood there, in his black suit with white shirt and black tie. He walks into the apartment and makes his way towards me and Spencer. Jess walks in behind him and moves Demi away as Max grabs Spencer's arm, releasing me from his grip before forcing the arm behind his back. Spencer fights back but Max just slams him on the ground before pinning him down.
"Don't think that I won't fucking kill you right now. No one talks to or touches Jennel like that. I know what you did you scum bag, if you didn't want that fucking baby you didn't have to beat Jennel to kill the poor thing." Max hisses at Spencer, I turn to face Demi and she just looks at me in shock, thanks for that Max. Max drags Spencer up before pulling him towards the door. They both walk out into the hall before Max slams the door shut behind him.
"I think you two need to talk." Jess says as she begins to make her way towards her room.
"B-baby." Is all Demi manages to get out before she sinks down on to the sofa. I sigh before picking the picture up off the ground and then walking towards her. I never thought I'd have to tell her this; I sit next to her and begin to fiddle with the piece of paper in my hands.
"D-Dem." She looks up at me. "I was pregnant, m-me and Spencer we w-were having a baby. I um, I didn't tell him until I w-was twelve weeks g-gone." I mumble, looking down as I begin to cry again. Demi has seen me cry too many times, and I can't let her see my cry again.
"Jennel, y-you don't have to explain."
"I do, when I told him h-he beat me. He kicked my stomach, s-screamed that h-he didn't w-want a baby w-with a slut l-like me." I say in between sobs. "I h-had already p-picked out a name, b-bought clothes and h-he killed her. He killed my little girl."
I don't care if Demi sees my crying now; I've opened up to her more than I have to anyone else. I look up at her and she's crying too. I pass her the ultrasound image; she takes it off me and looks down at the image in front of her. She traces over it with her fingertips, taking shaky breaths as she does.
"D-Demi say something." I mumble while placing my hand on top of hers.
"No one deserves that Jennel. I'm sorry it happened to you." She whispers before pulling me close to her, wrapping her arms around me. She kisses the top of my head as my arms automatically wrap around her body and I cling on to her.
"Don't leave me Demi."
"I'm not." She whispers into my hair while rubbing circles on my back. "Jennel why wouldn't you let Spencer touch me? Why did you protect me?" She asks me.
"B-because he'd hurt you. I couldn't stand to see him hurt you Demi; I would've taken the pain to stop you from feeling it."
"Why though? He's hurt you enough."
"Because I'm starting to fall for you Demi, that's why." I mutter against Demi as she presses her lips against my forehead. "But I can't be with you, not yet."
"I understand Jennel; I'm going to wait for you."
"You don't have to."
Demi pushes me back slightly before looking into my eyes, she wipes away my tears. I weakly smile at her as she cups my face. She leans forward and then presses her lips against mine, her fingertips rest on my neck. I lightly begin to suck her bottom lip into my mouth, causing her to let out a soft, quiet moan. She pulls back and smiles at me as her forehead rests against mine, my arms still around her and hers still around me.
"I'm going to wait for you Jennel Garcia."