If Spencer knew one thing, it was that he wasn't gonna punish you for this.

He had taken you under his care since you were around four, having saved you from your father who was a total psychopath.. and a serial killer. He knew damn well he wasn't letting you go into the foster system and well, he's always wanted a kid, so it worked out for everyone.

What he didn't is how much you inherited from your dad. Not the psychopathic mind or the murderous tendencies, but the indifference to violence. You could stand up for yourself and had no issue getting brutal. That's why he's here now.

You had started your sophomore year at highschool, and it was the same as freshmen year. Whispers filling the halls as you walked past, rumours spreading far and wide, with only a few people by your side. But no one resulted to physical until today.

You were just walking to your locker, ready to go home, when suddenly someone slammed it in your face and began pushing you around, calling you names that no one should ever hear.

You couldn't help it. You couldn't stop your own arm as you punched them so hard you sent them reeling, a bruise slowly started to form on their eye.

And after just a few minutes, the student complained to the principal. And now you were waiting right outside the office, for your dad. Well, for the man you wished was your dad.

Spencer walked in, eyes immediately landing on you. He looked mad, maybe a little dissapointed.

"Care to tell me in your own words what happened before we go in there?" He crossed his arms, standing infront of you and talking in that strict tone you were sure he reserved for interrogations only.