LOGINNatasha's POV. My mind has been empty, no thoughts, no reaction after Spencer's confession. Anthony killed my parents. Derrick chose avoidance when he found out. Was it out of fear? Or he just didn't want to take responsibility?Questions I wasn't sure I wanted answers to begin to surface the longer I stayed under the cold shower.I shut off the shower, rubbed the towel a little too hard against my skin and got dressed before walking into Spencer's room to find it empty. My brows knitted together as I searched through the room and his closet before walking out of the room.I peeped through the guest bedroom and heard the sound of the shower as my stomach grumbled. "You've tried," I muttered and made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge and pantry for something to eat. "Does he even live here?" I muttered to myself after finding only expired milk and cereal boxes. "I've been busy these few months and I haven't been living here," Spencer's voice echoed behind me
Natasha's POV. My mind has been empty, no thoughts, no reaction after Spencer's confession. Anthony killed my parents. Derrick chose avoidance when he found out. Was it out of fear? Or he just didn't want to take responsibility?Questions I wasn't sure I wanted answers to begin to surface the longer I stayed under the cold shower.I shut off the shower, rubbed the towel a little too hard against my skin and got dressed before walking into Spencer's room to find it empty. My brows knitted together as I searched through the room and his closet before walking out of the room.I peeped through the guest bedroom and heard the sound of the shower as my stomach grumbled. "You've tried," I muttered and made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge and pantry for something to eat. "Does he even live here?" I muttered to myself after finding only expired milk and cereal boxes. "I've been busy these few months and I haven't been living here," Spencer's voice echoed behind me
Natasha's POV. My mind has been empty, no thoughts, no reaction after Spencer's confession. Anthony killed my parents. Derrick chose avoidance when he found out. Was it out of fear? Or he just didn't want to take responsibility?Questions I wasn't sure I wanted answers to begin to surface the longer I stayed under the cold shower.I shut off the shower, rubbed the towel a little too hard against my skin and got dressed before walking into Spencer's room to find it empty. My brows knitted together as I searched through the room and his closet before walking out of the room.I peeped through the guest bedroom and heard the sound of the shower as my stomach grumbled. "You've tried," I muttered and made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge and pantry for something to eat. "Does he even live here?" I muttered to myself after finding only expired milk and cereal boxes. "I've been busy these few months and I haven't been living here," Spencer's voice echoed behind me
Natasha's POV. My mind has been empty, no thoughts, no reaction after Spencer's confession. Anthony killed my parents. Derrick chose avoidance when he found out. Was it out of fear? Or he just didn't want to take responsibility?Questions I wasn't sure I wanted answers to begin to surface the longer I stayed under the cold shower.I shut off the shower, rubbed the towel a little too hard against my skin and got dressed before walking into Spencer's room to find it empty. My brows knitted together as I searched through the room and his closet before walking out of the room.I peeped through the guest bedroom and heard the sound of the shower as my stomach grumbled. "You've tried," I muttered and made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge and pantry for something to eat. "Does he even live here?" I muttered to myself after finding only expired milk and cereal boxes. "I've been busy these few months and I haven't been living here," Spencer's voice echoed behind me
Natasha's POV "Did you ever love me?" My throat burned, my voice sounded distant even to my ears as my head rested against his chest. I didn't know what prompted me to ask that question. I don't even know what I wanted his response to be. Did he love me? Did he not and he was only following his father's instructions? Somehow, I felt dread for his response and given how he was hesitant to hold me even after I was practically on him... "Yes." Spencer's response caught me by surprise, or maybe the way his voice sounded gruff like he was holding a lot in and he was afraid of letting it out. He took a deep breath and gently pushed me back until he was looking directly into my eyes. "Natasha, you are the only one I've ever loved. I swear it on my life." I stood there frozen for what seems like forever. He pulled me into his arms and rested his head on my shoulder as I felt wetness soak my clothes. "I liked you the first time I saw you." He continued. "Of course, I didn't know
Natasha's POV"Did you ever love me?" My throat burned, my voice sounded distant even to my ears as my head rested against his chest. I didn't know what prompted me to ask that question. I don't even know what I wanted his response to be. Did he love me? Did he not and he was only following his father's instructions?Somehow, I felt dread for his response and given how he was hesitant to hold me even after I was practically on him... "Yes." Spencer's response caught me by surprise, or maybe the way his voice sounded gruff like he was holding a lot in and he was afraid of letting it out.He took a deep breath and gently pushed me back until he was looking directly into my eyes. "Natasha, you are the only one I've ever loved. I swear it on my life." I stood there frozen for what seems like forever. He pulled me into his arms and rested his head on my shoulder as I felt wetness soak my clothes. "I liked you the first time I saw you." He continued. "Of course, I didn't know at the







