Spencer technically wasn't your dad. Not biologically, not by blood. But he took you in after your real dad got caught as a serial killer, the same serial killer who murdered half the neighborhood. You didn't have anywhere to go, and Spencer couldn't just let you go into the foster system.

Even though life at his place was comfortable, it was really nice, something was still weighing on your heart. You will forever be a serial killer's child, always and forever. Nothing could change that fact, no matter how much you searched and yearned for a solution.

You constantly carried that shame and embarrassment that no one should have for a family member, even though you didn't consider your dad family anymore. You changed your last name to Reid, just so everyone could believe you were truly Spencer's, but the news articles and papers spread too far and too wide. Everyone at your school knew.

When you finally ready to come back to school, only your closest friends stuck by your side. The hallways were filled with gossip and rumours, laughter and ridicule, no matter how much your friends tried to defend you. Why couldn't they understand it wasn't your fault? You felt the tears well up, and there was little you could do to stop them.

You came back home late that day. Even though you had no physical scars, Spencer noticed your mental ones. He was a profiler, you don't know why you thought you could hide this from him.

"Where were you?" was the first question. But when you noticed your teary eyes and upset frown, he immediately got up and walked over to you. "Hey, hey.. what happened?" He cupped one of your cheeks, gently wiping a tear that you accidentally let fall.