I Want To Go Back Home

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Spencer's P.O.V.

"Cam please tell me what's happening." I asked trying to get her to tell me. She brought me upstairs to her room, set me down on her bed and started pacing back and forth. Was she thinking? Panicking?

"Camila! Tell me what's going on.....please." She finally stopped looking at me biting her nails. "Just let me think for a minute." Putting up her hand to stop me from talking again. I just sat there with my legs crossed waiting for her to finish 'thinking'.

A few minutes passed and Camila turned looking at me, "You've never been adopted right?" She asked bluntly. I gave her a hurt look. Who just asks someone that? "Yes Camila I've never been adopted and I've lived in multiple homes because no one wants me. But maybe I'm adopted I mean it's not like I can remember, so thanks for bringing it up!" I got up storming off to the bathroom. "No wait Spencer! I didn't mean it like that!" Before she could grab me I shut the door locking it.

"Spencer open up please. I didn't mean it like that. Let me explain." I slid down the door wanting to cry but nothing came out. I just sat there with a blank stare. Memories came back of living in foster care. Having no friends to talk to and share stuff with. Almost always being forgotten and never staying long enough in one home. The moments before my parents died. Only a couple of memories came to mind because I was so young. The gap in my memory from my memory loss. I would do anything to remember.

"Spencer please! I need you right now. I'm so sorry." She was sobbing on the other side of the door. "I need you." I heard her slid down the door. Crying harder.

I wanted to get up but something was holding me back. So many feeling and emotions were going through my head. But it was Camila, the one person that has shown me the same love as my parents. I managed to pick myself up and unlock the door. I swung it open and Camila came flying through the door. "Spencer I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I was trying to get answers. I'm so sorry." She cried into my shoulder. I held my arms down not hugging back.

"Camila tell me what's going on." I backed up and she let go, wiping away her tears. "Okay sit down." She lead me over to the bed and I sat down. "Tell me." I crossed my arms, clearly pissed.

Camila took a deep breath, "Ally got a call from management this morning, and well they found out some news." She finally made eye contact with me and it looked like she was about to lose it again. I grabbed her hands calming her down. "Please tell me."

She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. "Your foster home called, their flying you back home."

My heart sunk. The home I was living in was hell. They never cared about me. They didn't care about my past. I watched kid after kid leave and get adopted but it was never me. The care providers never listened to me. I was always alone and at some points I thought I deserved to be alone forever. I tried not to think about it while I was with the girls. I was more focused on the gap I had in my memory. I never actually thought they would call and want me back.

"Spencer you okay? Did you hear me?" I was snapped out of my thoughts, as Camila looked intently at me. "Yeah I heard you." I escaped her gaze looking down at my shoes. I could feel Camila's stare but I wasn't ready to look up. I wasn't ready to face the reality that I was considered this a good idea.

"It's a lot to take in huh? I know it was for me." She awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck trying to ease the moment. "Yeah it's a lot to take in." I took a hesitant breath. "But I think this might be a good idea."

Camila's eyes grew wide. "Wait what?"

"It's not that I want to but maybe this will help with my memory. I'll get to see exactly what I was running from. The home is horrible but it's worth a shot." I shrugged my shoulders sliding off the bed.

"So you want to go back to the home that didn't take care of you just so you can figure out what happened?!" She yelled as I stood at the end of the bed. I was a little taken back by the volume of her voice but remained still. "Yes. I want to go back home. Have you ever had a piece of your life missing in your head? No! This is my decision and I accept the fact that I'm being flown home. If you can't accept that then... then... I guess you weren't the person I thought you were." I shouted back getting more heated with every word. Camila looked extremely hurt but I turned my back on her and walked out. I was not going to spend my last day here fighting with Camila. I want to spend it with the rest of the girls who actually care about my decisions.

As I walked down to the living room I didn't hear any footsteps coming after me or a voice telling me to stop. It was just silence as I made my way down. I walked into the living room and all four of the girls were siting on the couches crying. This news is definitely hitting them harder then it is for me.

"Guys?" All heads perked up looking at me.

"Did Mila tell you?" I nodded my head.

"Are you okay?" Ally asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just want to spend the rest of the day with people that actually care and understand what I'm going through." I spat siting down on the chair. They all looked at each other confused and noticed Camila was no where to be found. They must have put the pieces together moving on.

"So what where you thinking babe?" Lauren asked coming over kneeling down in front of me.

"I don't know. I don't know Los Angeles very well." I said truthfully not knowing what's around here.

"Well why don't we drive down to the shops? We can walk around, grab some lunch and head down to the beach for some ice cream." Dinah suggested lightening the mood.

"Great idea DJ!"

"That sounds perfect." I smiled enjoying the thought of spending time with the girls. I'm not going to let Camila ruin the last few hours I have here.
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