I Will Call You Daddy Part 2

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Chapter 18

I pulled my bags out of the car and headed to the front door. Before I could knock, the door opened and there stood Spencer. "You came back." He said.

"I told you I would," He took my bags and stepped aside so I could walk in.

"Let me show you to your room." I followed him up the stairs to a door right across from his bedroom. He opened the door and we went in. The room was done in whites and light colors. Nothing like Spencer's style at all. This was more what I liked. "I had this done for you yesterday." I turned and smiled at him.

"You didn't have to do this," I said.

"I wanted you to feel at home here Page, My home is your home." He said. I already felt tired and I wanted to just lay down. "I'm going to let you get settled." He said and smiled at me as he left the room. I sat down on the huge bed and pulled my phone out. I sent Richard a text.

"I'm here and everything is okay. How's Vincent doing?" I hit send.

"Thank you for checking in. He has taken off. My men are watching him."

"Richard, he can't be on the streets." I hit send.

"I know Page and we will take care of him. You do whatever it is that you got to do. Take care princess."

I set my phone down and laid back on the bed. I don't remember much after that. I woke up and it was dark out. Wow, I must have been tired. I set up and looked around the room. It was very quiet and it felt like something wasn't right. I got up and left the bedroom. The house was dark. I looked at my phone and it was only a little after eight. Spencer should still be awake. I walked across the hall and opened his bedroom door. I flipped the light on and the room was empty. Where could he be? I thought to myself. I headed downstairs and the house was dark. The front door was open. I felt the fear go through my body. I walked out the front door and onto the porch. I looked around until I saw something laying on the ground.

I ran off towards it. The closer I got, I knew it was Spencer. Please god, let him be alive. I fell beside him and I could see he was still breathing. I rolled him over and I could see his face was badly beaten. "Spencer?" I said. He moaned a little. "Spencer get up, I need to take you to the hospital," I said. He looked up at me.

"My angel." He said.

"Who did this?" I asked him. He started to try and get up. He then hollered out in pain. I pulled my cell phone out and called for an ambulance. Within minutes they showed up. Spencer was more awake by then. "Please Spencer, tell me who did this?" I asked him again as we got inside the ambulance. He looked at me. I took a deep breath. "Vincent?" I asked softly and he nodded at me. Once we were at the hospital and they were taking care of Spencer. I pulled my phone out and called Richard.

"Hello princess, is everything okay?" He asked me.

"No damn it, Vincent showed up at Spencer's place and beat the hell out of him," I said.

"I'm so sorry, we haven't been able to track him down," Richard said.

"This is ridiculous Richard," I said.

"He is very upset Page and Vincent don't handle pain very well." He said.

"I'm sorry Richard, but you have to do something about him. I'm sitting at the hospital with Spencer right now." I said.

"Don't worry Page. I'll handle this." We said goodbye and I went in search of the doctor. Turns out Spencer's nose was broken along with two broken ribs and his wrist was fractured. I went into his room and he was laying in the bed. He smiled at me when I walked in.

"What happened?" I asked him as I sat down next to his bed.

"You fell asleep and I was downstairs figuring out something to make you for dinner. Someone knocked at the door. When I opened it I got a punch to the face. He really has it bad for you. All I can really remember is him yelling at me about you. I didn't stand a chance, but I got him pretty good a couple of times." He said. I just smiled at him.

"Don't worry I'll kick his ass," I said. He went to laugh but stopped because of the pain. I don't know why everyone laughs when I say that. I'm going to kick Vincent's ass. I said to myself. After a few hours, they let me take Spencer home. I got him into his bed and he asked me to stay with him. After he fell asleep. I left and went to my room. I pulled out my laptop and started to do some research. I needed to get on the ball with this so I could clear everyone's names. I found out that Josh was killed outside of Spencer's house. He was shot in the chest twice and the gun was next to him. The only thing found was Richards prints on the gun. I closed the laptop and set back in the bed. Something is not right. I said to myself.

The next morning I was outside walking around the front of Spencer's home. I was in the area where Josh was shot and there was nothing. I couldn't find a thing. I looked to my left and Spencer was sitting on the porch watching me. "What are you doing out of bed?" I asked him as I walked to the porch.

"I was wondering what you were doing out here?"

"I'm just looking around. Hoping to find something, anything"

"The police cleaned everything up pretty well Page." He said. "I think your just going to have to accept the fact that Richard did this." I just looked at him.

"Not yet I'm not," I said. He was holding himself. Standing against the door frame. "Spencer. Please get yourself into bed. You're no good to me all broken."

"Why don't you just help me to the couch?" He asked me. I came upon the porch and he put his arm around me. I took him back inside and set him down on the sofa.

"I'll be right back," I went and got him a pillow and a blanket. Spencer really likes it cool so I turned a fan on him. "Are you hungry?" I asked him and he just smiled at me. "What?"

"I love it."

"Love what?"

"You being here, taking care of me." He said. I just smiled and crossed my arms.

"Well if big bad gangsters weren't kicking your ass. I wouldn't have to."

"Hey, I got him good too."

"I'm sure you did," I said. "Do you want anything to eat?" I asked again. He nodded at me and I walked off to the kitchen. My cell phone started to go off. I looked at it and it was Richard.



"Yes, it's me."

"We found Vincent. He had a stab wound in his side and almost died last night." My heart stopped.

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