Author – CoolCalmCollected

Rating – R for violence

Disclamier – None of the characters used in this chapter belong to me. They are all property of their rightful owner whose name seems to be escaping me at the moment.

Authors Note – Thanks for the comments on the last chapter.

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The car ride home is silent. No voices, no radio, just the sounds of our light breath and the roar of the engine. I can’t begin to imagine what’s going through her mind, her heart, her soul. I’d love to tell you just what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling, sadly I can’t. Spencer doesn’t let people into her head. She simply tells you what you need to know, no more, no less. She’s been that way since forever, I see no change in sight. “Pull over.” I turn to her confused. For a moment I consider questioning her. I don’t, I know better. Once I’m as far on the shoulder as possible I turn the car off and stare at he as she speaks. “I wanna get outta the city, start over.”

Spencer has never been one to think things through very throughly. She’s picked up and taken off more times that I care to remember. Just when things are finally starting to go her way she flees the city, never looking back. I’ve learned not to question her, it’s pointless. In the end she always gets what she wants. Sure I could refuse to go, I could stay in this city and make it fine on my own… but I can’t do that I’m attached to her, I’ve never known life without her and I’m not sure I want to experience it.

You see, Spencer is everything I’m not. She makes up the other half of me without her I’d just be another average guy with nothing more than a 9 to 5 behind the counter job. For most people making enough money to get by is fine, not me. I’ve always loved life in the fast lane. The money, the drugs, the girls. It’s a life I’ve grown accustomed to and I won’t give it up.

“Where to now?” I stare past Spencer as the question rolls off my tongue.

“I don’t know just away from here.” Her response doesn’t come as a surprise, I’ve been getting the same one since we fled from L.A. at 17. But for once I get it, for once I can’t look at her with disappointment in my eyes. For once her need to flee has a valid reason behind it. I understand that if she were to stay here in this city her sanity would be at risk. This town holds too many memories of her, of the girl she once loved.