Against All Odds

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Chapter 9 (Disowned)

This was turning out to be a shitty day, first he comes home to see his house broken into, Carly's friends tied up, all his secrets aired over live web, and now his grandfather was standing in front of him with his asshole of a father on the phone. His eyes drifted to the sculpture on the ground and his stomach churned, the bile threatened to rise out like a geyser. This was almost too much stress to deal with. Now he had to redo the entire sculpture, but that was the last thing he wanted to do. His eyes flicked over to Sasha and Carly, what were they thinking right now? Things did not bode well for him. How was he to promise he'd take care of them, when things were just spiraling down faster than he could snap his own fingers? He had to catch himself, and fast.

Did he even have to ask what his father would say? Did he have to guess? His hands shook as he watched his grandfather extend the phone to him. The old prick was photographing the entire house, did he assume they left the door open? With Sam and Freddie, two teenagers who were probably consistently horny, might not have noticed anyone coming inside. They didn't even know the men had entered inside! Sweat ran down his neck as he took a slow step towards the old man. He couldn't let himself lose his cool, not yet at least. He didn't want Sasha or Carly to see that, he didn't want them to feel any less about him than he probably already felt. He could sense his entire world crashing around him, spinning and shaking him about. He was a captain on a boat in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a storm threatening to engulf him. What was his next action?

He wrapped his hands around the phone and looked over to Sasha, she was watching on with a worried expression. He clenched his eyes shut and brought the phone to his ear, it was time to hear the man who would seal his fate. He had to man up, but he knew the oppressive thumb of his father just wouldn't allow for that. He never got along with the man, all his dad ever wanted was for him to be a lawyer, there was no time for 'useless art' as he often said. When Spencer dropped out, he knew his father would despise him for it, so he never said a word. He enjoyed art, it was his hobby, and he thought certainly it would be enough for him to take care of himself at least, but then it became all he wanted.

"Spencer?" His father's deep voice bellowed in his ear and he slowly turned away from the others in the room. He couldn't bear for them to see him cringe. His worst fears had just been realized, that's what it felt like, but in a sense, this was truly the worst thing he could ever think of being possible. "Spencer, please explain to me what I've seen. Did I do something wrong raising you? Is there something wrong with me, or is it you?" Spencer rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, the first damn words from the man's mouth were insults. Why the hell did his father act like he was the dumbest man on the planet? "When did you leave law school? How long have you been lying to me?"

"What, granddad didn't tell you?" His father remained silent, which answered Spencer's question. Of course Tyrone told him, he probably told the man everything now that Nevel spilled the beans. Hell, his father was known for asking questions that he knew the answer to, an asshole move at best, but his dad's best known trademark. "Look pop, I'm sorry, but at the time I thought art was the only way…" He turned his gaze to Sasha and locked eyes with her. "And it's caused me a lot of grief and one of the biggest mistakes of my life. But by that same respect, it-"

"A real man would finish what he started, Spencer." Spencer flinched and closed his eyes as his father continued his rant. "You've been lying to me for nearly ten years, it's like I don't know you. You think you know what's best for you? You can't, you must have thought you did, but evidently you don't." Sasha walked over to Spencer and put her hand to his chest. He opened his eyes, her touch comforted her. She studied his eyes, compassion filled hers, something that he hadn't seen in so long. Of course, his grandfather's phone volume was so loud that everyone could hear his father. "You, son, are the most irresponsible and destructible person on this planet!"

"Oh give me a break…" He stepped away from Sasha and started moving for the refrigerator. "You're one to talk, you ran overseas when mom divorced your ass! You want to talk irresponsible? Then maybe look at yourself first."

"Spencer! I'm seeing holes in the wall, I'm seeing bills sky high, I'm seeing your rent has gone up higher than I'm willing to pay, and somehow you've managed to sweep that under my nose." It was true, he usually asked his dad for a little extra here and there, he knew how to save it and let it build up. "Now I find out that you had a kid?" Spencer flinched and his eyes flew over to Carly, who was holding Blake in her arms now. "You don't even have a real job, much less a sense of responsibility, how the fuck can you have a kid! Oh wait, what is it that man said on your sister's show? You ran off, yet another responsibility that you shirked!"

Sasha took a deep breath and moved over to him. "Spencer…" He grabbed a soda from the fridge and held up a finger. He understood her concern, but he didn't want his dad hearing her, or anyone else. He started to say something, but Robert cut him off once more.

"And another thing, your grandfather tells me that you left your door unlocked with two teenagers making out upstairs, thereby allowing someone to break in?" He smacked his forehead and saw Sam and Freddie bow their heads, a guilty expression shot past their faces. He clicked his tongue and sighed, trying hard not to let his annoyance with them show through. He loved them, really he did, but they needed to pull back. "You just let them in and out at random times? If you're not going to be in the house, why would you let those two roam around inside?"

"Okay one, I'm going to stop you there." His father huffed as he stomped his foot on the ground. "One, yes, I ran from my child…" Sasha's eyes widened. He didn't want to have to tell his father that Sasha was the one that left, it was much better to let his father assume he was the one that did it. "I couldn't pay anything with my art, and I wasn't ready for a kid back then, I was already taking care of Carly. Now I can deal with it, she found me and I'm accepting. As for Sam and Freddie, you can leave those two out of this! I trust them more so than you probably do, and it is none of your business whether or not they're in my house." The young couple smiled at Spencer and grasped each other's hands. For all Spencer knew, his father was going to be getting red in the face.

"Actually it is my business, because evidently, I'm the one paying all your bills. I'm the one paying rent, and you know what Son? I'm losing more money by supporting your lies, your irresponsible ass, than I would be if you were able to hold your own!"

"Geez, what are you going to do, disown me?" There was a brief pause and dark clouds seemed to roll in on him as he anticipated his father's response. He heard his father breathe out and a noise that sounded like him setting a coffee cup on some surface.

"I may do just that. If you're willing to lie to me, to drop out of law school and start hugging that crap you call art, then you are not my son." Spencer's eyes widened and the others froze, unable to comprehend what was going on. "You have one week to get out of the apartment, I'm no longer supporting you. I have already pulled out all my funds." His face drained of its color and Sasha's hand shot over her mouth. Carly had to move over to the couch and sit down, her head fell back and her chest rose, then fell sharply. "You will no longer receive any payment from me, good luck finding a job, son. Or better yet, you can see how long that art of yours supports you, because I'm pretty sure that museum isn't going to take your designs."

"You know what dad? Fuck you too!" He slammed his thumb onto the off button and pushed the phone against Tyrone's chest. He'd never been so angry before. "If I hear from him again, it'll be too soon." Tyrone shook his head and started heading for the door, stopping only to turn back to Carly. Carly rolled her eyes and looked away, Spencer could see what was coming.

"Carly, come with me. Your brother isn't fit to raise you." Carly narrowed her eyes and handed Blake to Sam. Blake laughed and Spencer gave him a tiny smile, it was possible for the baby to feel like a hot potato right about now. Carly stood up and crossed her arms.

"Granddad, I'm seventeen years old, I have a say where I go, and I'm staying with Spencer! I don't care what you say, you're not making me leave. Spencer and Sasha are more than capable of taking care of me, more than some stuffy old man-" She cupped her hands over her mouth and Spencer shot her a scolding glare. "I didn't mean-" Tyrone huffed and turned back to the door in almost a military step.

"Good luck then, when you come to your senses give me a call." Carly narrowed her eyes and lowered her arms as she watched the old man walk out the door. With haste, she moved forward and kicked the door shut.

"Yeah, that isn't happening." Silence filled the air, even Blake quieted his babbling. It was finally sinking in on Spencer what just happened, his eyes glazed over and he started walking towards the bedroom, his stomach was lurching.

"Excuse me…" He made it to his bathroom and fell to his knees beside the toilet. His own father just disowned him and now he had no income. At best, there was about ten thousand in his bank account, but that could deplete rather quickly. In this economy, there was practically nowhere he could get a job that wasn't some fast food place. The ones with the college degrees were the ones suffering. He gripped the edges of the toilet and hung over the top, groaning. The bathroom door opened and he heard Sasha exclaim and rush over to him, when did she become so caring all of a sudden? Then again, he was happy to have her by his side. She wrapped her arm around his back and rested her head onto his shoulder, they could sit there and rest, that was fine. "Sasha…"

"Come on Spencer, let's go lay down for a little. Everyone just needs to calm down."

"Yeah…" She helped him to his feet and led him to the bed. As he lay down, she curled up beside him. He looked to her and saw a tear in her eye. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Sasha."

"It's okay…" She shook her head and closed her eyes. His chest rose as she curled her fingers in. "Like you said before. We're in this together, right?" His lips moved up and his eyes slowly closed.

"Yes. We are."

Well, things took a deadly turn, pretty bad. Hopefully they'll figure something out, nice to see Sasha's sticking around