it started when your sleeve rode up a couple months ago. spencer saw a long bruise on your forearm. he knew you were clumsy, so he chose to ignore it.

then, the phone calls. oh, the phone calls. you would get constant texts and phone calls from your boyfriend, and they clearly upset you.

then, he saw you walking to your car after a conversation with him and your boyfriend was waiting for you. you got in the car, and he could have sworn that through the tinted windows, he saw your boyfriend yelling and hitting you.

he was worried for you. that’s for sure. but not even a week after that, he got a knock on his door at 2 am. he gets up and grumbly opens the door, but he wakes up immediately when he sees you there, beaten. a black eye, a cut lip, a bleeding nose.