Spencer walked down the street, the darkness washing over her. The air was growing chilly even though summer was right around the corner; street lamps were the only light on the road. She didn’t know why she ran but that she did, not wanting to deal with her mom probably was a good chunk of that but feeling guilty was the biggest reason, guilty that she was happy her parents were splitting up, guilty that her mom had heard her say so.

“Spencer…” Was that his voice, no it couldn’t be. He was back in Ohio, back in her old life. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and she licked her lips which suddenly felt dry. Turning her mind shut down, it was him. The same brown eyes she’d gotten lost in on the first day of junior high, the same sly smile that made her feel like jelly and although it didn’t compare to the way Ashley made her feel or the way she smiled at her, he still held some power over her.

“Cal, hey…what are you doing here?” She asked backing up a few steps, her hands began sweating but she just wiped them on her jeans.

“My dad got offered a new job and so here we are,” He closed the gap, every time she took a step he did the same, “So what have you been up to?”

Spencer swallowed, “I-I just been going to school. You?” she twisted the ring on her finger wishing someone would show up.

“I’ve missed you a lot Spencer,” He grabbed her and forcefully kissed her. All the memories of their time together rushed back, the kisses were never great. Rough and hard, forced on her like some wild animal and then the night, in the barn…she’d cried and he only laughed and mocked her.

“Stop…” she pushed him back, “I have some one else in my life.”

“Who is this guy?” Cal’s voice rose in anger that another guy had taken the only girl he liked.

“Not…not a guy, my girlfriend…” She said, she would have said fiancée but she didn’t want him to misinterpret the meaning.

“Yeah right, come on I’ll give you a ride home.” He threw his hand around her waist, her mind was numb. Cal scared her into doing what he wanted. His car smelled of beer and fast food which made her stomach turn over, “What happened to your arm?” He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, out of the corner of his eye he could see the way she cradled her left arm.