By pure instinct, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. Hands went around my body and pulled me closer to him. I started to unbutton his shirt and he pulled mine up over my head. "I've fucking missed you so much." He whispered in my ear. His lips were fiercely on my neck and chest. My fingers were in his hair. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me off to his bedroom. Once inside his room. We were all over each other.
Clothes were flying everywhere. It was like our bodies were craving each other. We couldn't seem to get close enough. I was tossed to the bed and he came in between my legs and started to kiss me from my toes to my neck. I griped a hold of his shoulders and his lips found mine again. I felt him enter me. I moaned out as he started to move in and out of me slowly. He felt amazing. My nails were digging into his back. He was being soft and gentle with me. Not usually Spencers MO. He took a hold of me and flipped me over on top of him. I braced myself holding onto his chest. I lifted myself up and down on him. His fingers were digging into my hips as he was guiding me as I road him. I leaned down and kissed him and his arms pulled me down closer to him. He held me still as he pumped in and out of me.
Spencer and I made love for most of the night. I laid there with my damn thoughts and listening to him softly snore. I knew now that I was in love with two men. One who hurt me behind my back and one who hurt me in front of my face. Both men had a lot of problems, but sadly I felt like I was living with the ghost of Vickey Bailey on my back. Richard cared about me because I reminded him of his daughter. Spencer I think felt the same way. I didn't really understand Vincent's reasoning for falling for me, but I'm sure it has something to do with Vickey. I wonder if any of them care about me for me? Sleeping with Vincent or Spencer didn't help me come to conclusions in any way. All it made me do was put them both on the same pedestal. Who did I love more? Did I love one of them more than the other? I can't just run from my problems any longer.
I knew for sure I loved them both and I needed to make a decision about this once and for all. I climbed out of the bed and wrapped a sheet around my naked body and walked out on the balcony from Spencer's bedroom. The early morning air felt crisp and good and I just stood by the railing. Just looking out and lost in my own thoughts. It wasn't that long ago that I could remember my biggest threat was my mother. My biggest worry was going to school and getting away from my mother once and for all. I worked and saved my money. Those were my only problems. Then this beautiful man came into my life and my whole world turned upside down. At first, it wasn't a bad thing, but now here I am. Involved in things I never even knew were real.
Most people don't realize how fast I had to grow up. Most people don't realize just how independent I had to be at a very young age. I had no father in my life and I had a mother who was either gone all the time or hated me when she was around. I've had to deal with life alone most of my life. I never even knew what love was. The only person who had given me a good taste of what love could be was Spencer, but he left more than once. Maybe I forgave him because I was used to being left alone? As I was alone with my thoughts. I thought I saw someone moving in the trees. I tried to look around, but I wasn't seeing it again.
That's when I head a soft sound and then I felt blinding pain in my stomach. I stood back and looked down as a pool of blood formed on my stomach. The once white sheet that wrapped around me was now turning a dark shade of red. I turned to look back at Spencer who was still soundly sleeping. I looked back towards the trees and still didn't see anyone. I went to take a step towards Spencer and fell to my knees. My hands went to my stomach and my head went to the ground. I gave one last effort and called out to Spencer as the blackness consumed me.
I reached out to her, but sadly she wasn't there. She must be making coffee or busy trying to figure out how to clear Richard Bailey's name. I took a deep breath and got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Life has been pretty much shit since the day I gave in and left her with Bailey. Page has been my biggest regret since the day I met her. The only other person I have ever loved was Vicky Bailey, but the love I felt for Page was so much stronger. I knew the moment I knew that I loved her. That my life was never something I wanted to drag her into, but I couldn't help myself. I was very selfish with her right from the start. All I wanted to do was touch her. Was feel her in my arms. I wanted to know what it felt like to own her heart.
Instead of pushing her aside I let her in. I let my own selfish reasons take over and I owned her heart. Now she owns mine, and I'm a fucking dick for the things I've done. Even though in my head I felt like I was doing the right things. I now wish I could take them back, but I can't al I can do is try to make things better from here on out. She let me kiss her last night. She let me make love to her. She must still care, her actions gave me hope. Even though I didn't deserve her. She allowed me in last night. That has to mean something? I came back out of the bathroom and started to lay back down. When I noticed the balcony door open. I wonder if she is out there. I took a few steps towards the door when I saw long black hair on the ground. I walked towards it and the sight in front of me made my blood turn cold.
There she was on the ground in a puddle of her own blood and she wasn't moving. I ran towards her and pulled her lifeless body into my arms. "Page! Page baby, please open your eyes!" I yelled. I laid her back down and ran back in the room and grabbed my cell phone. I called 911 and went back out to her. She wasnt moving, she wasn't breathing and she felt cold. "Oh god, NO!" I yelled.