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Miraculously, Margot did not have any lasting injuries. Her bruises healed, open sores closed up, broken bones were set in cast, and, after about a week, Spencer was allowed to take her home. The morning of their flight, Spencer was hurrying around, making sure he’d packed everything just right, and making sure that everything would be comfortable for Margot.
The past few days, he’d been acting like the Spencer he’d been in high school. He was doting on Margot, hand and foot, always asking her if she was alright, if she needed anything, if she wanted him to do something for her. It was the Spencer that she’d fallen in love with, and the Spencer that she hoped would stick around.
The few times Margot had attempted to tell Spencer what she’d done with Brendon, he’d hushed her, telling her that he knew, and that he didn’t care. He told her that he couldn’t stay angry at her for anything. He was so understanding, and Margot was glad that she didn’t have to speak about it aloud, partly because she didn’t want Spencer’s attitude to take a turn for the worst, and partly because she was embarrassed.
How had she been so stupid? Of course Brendon was just playing her. He could have a girl with the snap of his fingers, and there was no reason in particular that he should choose Margot, if only because she’d been there at the time. If Victoria had retained even a smidgen of her beauty, she was still a knock-out, and Margot was still the girl next door.
“Ready to go, honey?” Spencer was in the room, two bags clutched in his hands: Margot’s and his own.
“Yes,” she murmured, her expression glazed from being deep in thought about her whole situation.
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it? I mean, if you’re not feeling well, I can cancel the tickets, and we can wait until you’re feeling better.” Margot smiled at her boyfriend’s consideration.
“I’m fine, Spencer. Really,” she added at his hesitation.
“Okay, babe. Well, then, let’s go.”
When she walked out of her hospital room with Spencer, her mother and father were there, along with Brendon and his mother.
“I’m gonna miss you guys,” she said, throwing her arms around her parents’ necks.
“Make sure you call when you get home so we know you got in safely,” Mrs. Miner said, hugging her daughter back tightly.
“I will, Mom.”
“Be good,” said her father simply. Margot smirked.
“I’ll try, Dad.”
“You know you’re like my own daughter,” Grace Urie said to Margot when she went up to hug her. “I don’t know what I would have done if we’d have lost you, too. Be careful, honey.” Margot nodded, feeling a few tears pricking at the backs of her eyes. She couldn’t do anything but nod and hug tighter.
When she got to Brendon, Margot was completely unsure of what to do. She shoved her hands in her pockets, biting her lower lip as she stared at the man in front of her. “Brendon,” she said, giving him a fleeting, light, one-armed hug. “Bye,” she said simply, giving him a weak smile. He’d been stiff during her attempt at a hug, and he simply nodded when she bade him farewell. She nodded back once more and fell back to Spencer, who slid his arm around her waist and led her out of the hospital, to the taxi that was waiting to take them to the airport.
“It was you. It was you all along.” Kiera Sedgewick’s face stared out tearfully from the television screen. Margot and Spencer were cuddled on their couch, a snug feeling in the air. It had been about a month since they’d come home from Las Vegas, and Spencer’s doting attitude had long-since dissipated. Life had returned pretty much to normal for the couple.
Except for Brendon. Brendon had tried a couple of times to call Margot to talk to her about what had happened, but she never took the calls. She hated ignoring him, but she just…couldn’t put her life on hold for the fickle Brendon, who couldn’t decide which way was up or down. More than once, Spencer had taken the call and yelled at Brendon from another room, before coming back to Margot and yelling at her.
Today, however, Spencer was being particularly affectionate towards his girlfriend, and she wasn’t complaining. These episodes of exceptional kindness from her boyfriend were few and far-between, and she reveled in them. Spencer had surprised her with a day off from his job, Margot’s favorite movie, “Heart and Souls,” even though he couldn’t stand it, a big bowl of popcorn and two mugs of steaming hot chocolate. They were cuddled beneath a large Navajo blanket, Margot nestled in Spencer’s arms.
The entire day, Spencer had been seeming particularly secretive. He would sneak his phone out and text, before hastily shoving it away and smiling slyly at Margot. He seemed to be planning something, like a surprise, for his girlfriend.
“Who are you texting?” Margot asked after the movie was over, and Spencer had just hastily shoved his phone away once more.
“Oh, no one,” he said with a knowing smile.
“Is that so?” Margot asked, playing along. Spencer nodded, kissing the top of her head affectionately. Margot bit her lower lip and poked Spencer lightly in the side, making him jump a bit. She poked again, then again, and then began tickling him, making him laugh, unable to tickle back after being caught unawares. In one swift movement, Margot had slipped Spencer’s cell phone out of his pocket and taken off running.
“What? Margot! Margot!” Spencer’s voice was suddenly angry, and he was chasing after his girlfriend. Margot made it to the bathroom off the kitchen, jumping inside and slamming the door shut, locking it as well. She began going through the texts, and did not get what she expected.
From Marlene: “hey babe, cant wait to see u again ;)”
From Jenna: “spence babe so good to hear from u again wat u been up to?”
From Stacy: “last nite was fun lets do it again soon ;)))”
With every text that she saw, Margot’s stomach sank a little bit lower.
“Margot!” Spencer screamed through the bathroom door, pounding on the wood, making the hinges rattle. “Margot, come out here and give me my phone!”
“What the fuck is this, Spencer?” Margot called back, unable to tear her eyes away from the incriminating messages in her hand. “Who are all these girls?”
“Margot, open the door and we can talk about this!”
“No! I don’t trust you! You’ll hurt me!” She grabbed the door handle, holding it tightly just in case he found some way to unlock the door.
“I won’t! I promise I won’t! Just open the door, give me the phone, and I’ll leave for a while so we can both cool off before discussing this.”
“I don’t trust you!” she repeated.
“Margot,” Spencer said, dropping his voice down to a soothing murmur. “Honey, please. I love you, and I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“No…” Margot was allowing herself to be convinced by his easy tone and soft words.
“Please, honey. I want to talk about this with you. Just give me the phone and I’ll go. I promise, baby.”
Hands shaking, keeping a firm grip on the door handle so she could slam it shut again, Margot unlocked the bathroom door so she could pass out the phone. The minute the lock was out, Spencer threw open the door and grabbed Margot by the hair. He pulled her out, screaming about her disloyalty, yanking her a few feet at a time. Margot did her best to twist away, but she couldn’t make it.
Margot curled over her fingers, clawing at Spencer’s arm deeply enough to draw a good amount of blood that dripped onto the kitchen floor. Spencer flung her away from himself, nursing his bloody arm. Margot crawled away on her hands and knees, heading for the front door. She felt a hand close around her ankle, and her knees and palms slid across the linoleum floor, back towards her attacker.
“Spencer, please!” she yelled, clawing at the ground to get away. “Let go! Let go!”
“Why can’t you leave well enough alone, Margot?” Spencer replied, picking her up and shaking her. “Why do you have to shake things up?”
“You’re cheating on me!” Margot lashed out, smacking her boyfriend in the face. She’d never had blatant proof of his indiscretion, but now it was staring her in the face. She tried to wrench herself out of his grip, but it was no use. Spencer reared back, hovering for only a moment before his fist connected with the cheek that was already stained in tears.
Margot fell to the floor, covering her face and shaking. When another blow did not come, she scrambled to her feet and ran to the stairs, almost falling as she rounded the corner around the landing, grappling the banister in an attempt to pull herself up the steps quicker.
“Margot!” She could hear Spencer close behind her, and it spurred her to move that much quicker. There was a knock on the door, but neither party paid it any attention.
Up the stairs and into the bedroom, Margot slammed the door shut, throwing her full weight against it to keep out her raging boyfriend.
“Margot!” he pounded on the door, jiggling the handle and twisting the doorknob roughly. “Don’t do this to yourself, Margot!”
“Get out of here, Spencer!” Margot yelled, slamming her hand against the wooden door, causing it to splinter slightly with the force coming at it from both sides. The doorbell rang.
“Oh, fuck off!” Margot heard Spencer yell, probably at whoever was at the front door. “Margot!” The pounding continued.
Margot’s strength was weakening, and she knew she couldn’t hold forever. She abandoned all hope, letting go of the handle and jumping onto the bed, cowering against the headboard. The door was thrown open, and Spencer stormed in, crossing to the bed in a few strides and grabbing Margot’s wrists. She lunged, pulling him down to the bed as well. He threw Margot from the bed, sending her crashing to the floor and knocking her head against the floor.
Dizziness spun her head, making her eyes see static and fuzz. Margot’s mind became foggy for a moment, and she simply lay on the wood floor for a moment, trying to let her senses catch up. She opened her eyes and saw Spencer sitting up on the bed in front of her, anger still etched on his face. As she sat up, he sat back. He lifted one leg, reared up, then paused.
“You just can’t leave fucking well enough alone, Margot.” With that, the last thing Margot saw was Spencer’s booted foot come flying at her face, smashing against her nose and mouth, knocking Margot right back down to the floor, and knocking her out completely.
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The past few days, he’d been acting like the Spencer he’d been in high school. He was doting on Margot, hand and foot, always asking her if she was alright, if she needed anything, if she wanted him to do something for her. It was the Spencer that she’d fallen in love with, and the Spencer that she hoped would stick around.
The few times Margot had attempted to tell Spencer what she’d done with Brendon, he’d hushed her, telling her that he knew, and that he didn’t care. He told her that he couldn’t stay angry at her for anything. He was so understanding, and Margot was glad that she didn’t have to speak about it aloud, partly because she didn’t want Spencer’s attitude to take a turn for the worst, and partly because she was embarrassed.
How had she been so stupid? Of course Brendon was just playing her. He could have a girl with the snap of his fingers, and there was no reason in particular that he should choose Margot, if only because she’d been there at the time. If Victoria had retained even a smidgen of her beauty, she was still a knock-out, and Margot was still the girl next door.
“Ready to go, honey?” Spencer was in the room, two bags clutched in his hands: Margot’s and his own.
“Yes,” she murmured, her expression glazed from being deep in thought about her whole situation.
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it? I mean, if you’re not feeling well, I can cancel the tickets, and we can wait until you’re feeling better.” Margot smiled at her boyfriend’s consideration.
“I’m fine, Spencer. Really,” she added at his hesitation.
“Okay, babe. Well, then, let’s go.”
When she walked out of her hospital room with Spencer, her mother and father were there, along with Brendon and his mother.
“I’m gonna miss you guys,” she said, throwing her arms around her parents’ necks.
“Make sure you call when you get home so we know you got in safely,” Mrs. Miner said, hugging her daughter back tightly.
“I will, Mom.”
“Be good,” said her father simply. Margot smirked.
“I’ll try, Dad.”
“You know you’re like my own daughter,” Grace Urie said to Margot when she went up to hug her. “I don’t know what I would have done if we’d have lost you, too. Be careful, honey.” Margot nodded, feeling a few tears pricking at the backs of her eyes. She couldn’t do anything but nod and hug tighter.
When she got to Brendon, Margot was completely unsure of what to do. She shoved her hands in her pockets, biting her lower lip as she stared at the man in front of her. “Brendon,” she said, giving him a fleeting, light, one-armed hug. “Bye,” she said simply, giving him a weak smile. He’d been stiff during her attempt at a hug, and he simply nodded when she bade him farewell. She nodded back once more and fell back to Spencer, who slid his arm around her waist and led her out of the hospital, to the taxi that was waiting to take them to the airport.
“It was you. It was you all along.” Kiera Sedgewick’s face stared out tearfully from the television screen. Margot and Spencer were cuddled on their couch, a snug feeling in the air. It had been about a month since they’d come home from Las Vegas, and Spencer’s doting attitude had long-since dissipated. Life had returned pretty much to normal for the couple.
Except for Brendon. Brendon had tried a couple of times to call Margot to talk to her about what had happened, but she never took the calls. She hated ignoring him, but she just…couldn’t put her life on hold for the fickle Brendon, who couldn’t decide which way was up or down. More than once, Spencer had taken the call and yelled at Brendon from another room, before coming back to Margot and yelling at her.
Today, however, Spencer was being particularly affectionate towards his girlfriend, and she wasn’t complaining. These episodes of exceptional kindness from her boyfriend were few and far-between, and she reveled in them. Spencer had surprised her with a day off from his job, Margot’s favorite movie, “Heart and Souls,” even though he couldn’t stand it, a big bowl of popcorn and two mugs of steaming hot chocolate. They were cuddled beneath a large Navajo blanket, Margot nestled in Spencer’s arms.
The entire day, Spencer had been seeming particularly secretive. He would sneak his phone out and text, before hastily shoving it away and smiling slyly at Margot. He seemed to be planning something, like a surprise, for his girlfriend.
“Who are you texting?” Margot asked after the movie was over, and Spencer had just hastily shoved his phone away once more.
“Oh, no one,” he said with a knowing smile.
“Is that so?” Margot asked, playing along. Spencer nodded, kissing the top of her head affectionately. Margot bit her lower lip and poked Spencer lightly in the side, making him jump a bit. She poked again, then again, and then began tickling him, making him laugh, unable to tickle back after being caught unawares. In one swift movement, Margot had slipped Spencer’s cell phone out of his pocket and taken off running.
“What? Margot! Margot!” Spencer’s voice was suddenly angry, and he was chasing after his girlfriend. Margot made it to the bathroom off the kitchen, jumping inside and slamming the door shut, locking it as well. She began going through the texts, and did not get what she expected.
From Marlene: “hey babe, cant wait to see u again ;)”
From Jenna: “spence babe so good to hear from u again wat u been up to?”
From Stacy: “last nite was fun lets do it again soon ;)))”
With every text that she saw, Margot’s stomach sank a little bit lower.
“Margot!” Spencer screamed through the bathroom door, pounding on the wood, making the hinges rattle. “Margot, come out here and give me my phone!”
“What the fuck is this, Spencer?” Margot called back, unable to tear her eyes away from the incriminating messages in her hand. “Who are all these girls?”
“Margot, open the door and we can talk about this!”
“No! I don’t trust you! You’ll hurt me!” She grabbed the door handle, holding it tightly just in case he found some way to unlock the door.
“I won’t! I promise I won’t! Just open the door, give me the phone, and I’ll leave for a while so we can both cool off before discussing this.”
“I don’t trust you!” she repeated.
“Margot,” Spencer said, dropping his voice down to a soothing murmur. “Honey, please. I love you, and I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“No…” Margot was allowing herself to be convinced by his easy tone and soft words.
“Please, honey. I want to talk about this with you. Just give me the phone and I’ll go. I promise, baby.”
Hands shaking, keeping a firm grip on the door handle so she could slam it shut again, Margot unlocked the bathroom door so she could pass out the phone. The minute the lock was out, Spencer threw open the door and grabbed Margot by the hair. He pulled her out, screaming about her disloyalty, yanking her a few feet at a time. Margot did her best to twist away, but she couldn’t make it.
Margot curled over her fingers, clawing at Spencer’s arm deeply enough to draw a good amount of blood that dripped onto the kitchen floor. Spencer flung her away from himself, nursing his bloody arm. Margot crawled away on her hands and knees, heading for the front door. She felt a hand close around her ankle, and her knees and palms slid across the linoleum floor, back towards her attacker.
“Spencer, please!” she yelled, clawing at the ground to get away. “Let go! Let go!”
“Why can’t you leave well enough alone, Margot?” Spencer replied, picking her up and shaking her. “Why do you have to shake things up?”
“You’re cheating on me!” Margot lashed out, smacking her boyfriend in the face. She’d never had blatant proof of his indiscretion, but now it was staring her in the face. She tried to wrench herself out of his grip, but it was no use. Spencer reared back, hovering for only a moment before his fist connected with the cheek that was already stained in tears.
Margot fell to the floor, covering her face and shaking. When another blow did not come, she scrambled to her feet and ran to the stairs, almost falling as she rounded the corner around the landing, grappling the banister in an attempt to pull herself up the steps quicker.
“Margot!” She could hear Spencer close behind her, and it spurred her to move that much quicker. There was a knock on the door, but neither party paid it any attention.
Up the stairs and into the bedroom, Margot slammed the door shut, throwing her full weight against it to keep out her raging boyfriend.
“Margot!” he pounded on the door, jiggling the handle and twisting the doorknob roughly. “Don’t do this to yourself, Margot!”
“Get out of here, Spencer!” Margot yelled, slamming her hand against the wooden door, causing it to splinter slightly with the force coming at it from both sides. The doorbell rang.
“Oh, fuck off!” Margot heard Spencer yell, probably at whoever was at the front door. “Margot!” The pounding continued.
Margot’s strength was weakening, and she knew she couldn’t hold forever. She abandoned all hope, letting go of the handle and jumping onto the bed, cowering against the headboard. The door was thrown open, and Spencer stormed in, crossing to the bed in a few strides and grabbing Margot’s wrists. She lunged, pulling him down to the bed as well. He threw Margot from the bed, sending her crashing to the floor and knocking her head against the floor.
Dizziness spun her head, making her eyes see static and fuzz. Margot’s mind became foggy for a moment, and she simply lay on the wood floor for a moment, trying to let her senses catch up. She opened her eyes and saw Spencer sitting up on the bed in front of her, anger still etched on his face. As she sat up, he sat back. He lifted one leg, reared up, then paused.
“You just can’t leave fucking well enough alone, Margot.” With that, the last thing Margot saw was Spencer’s booted foot come flying at her face, smashing against her nose and mouth, knocking Margot right back down to the floor, and knocking her out completely.
Margot just can't catch a break from me, can she? So, what do you guys think of this cleef-hangah? In case you didn't notice, I got more votes for longer, less frequent chapters. So here it is. Go comment and subscribe to find out what happens. OverAndOutxx
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