'Devil Dad, Angelic Son'

Spencer:

When Spencer woke the next day, Lydia was sitting on the floor next to his dresser, eyes wide, her bear clutched to her chest. 
Groggily, Spencer sat up and rubbed his eyes, watching how the frozen girl followed him with her eyes as she sat up.
Her knees were pressed against her chest and there was red around her eyes.
She had been crying.
He looked at the time, 6:30... how had she woken up so early?
With a sigh, he opened his arms to her. They could have 10 more minutes in bed, right?
Lydia sniffled and quickly jumped up from her sitting position and opened the covers on Spencer's bed, sliding in next to him. He wrapped his arms around her instantly.
"You ok babe?" He wondered, his voice husky, so he cleared it with a slight cough.

He felt her nod her head so he frowned.
"Then why were you crying Lyds?"

She turned around to look at her brother only to see his eyes were shut so gently, she reached out and poked his shut eyelids.
Spencer's eyes dilated as they opened, and he was left to stare at his sister who was innocently looking back at him.
"Daddy was bad to me," She whispered as if she was telling a secret nobody should know.

Spencer winced and tightened his hold on her. 
He would keep her safe, he had to keep her safe.
"How?" He asked, lowering his voice in case their father was awake.

It was doubtful, but he usually liked to get to the pub at the crack of dawn just to be there until dusk.
"Um... I don't know,"

Spencer frowned slightly, trying to read her expression.
Clearly she did know, so what was stopping her from saying something?
He blinked the frown away, not wanting her to think he was upset by her since she was already a victim of sadness.
"Well," Spencer spoke again, wiping her cheeks, "You're safe with me, I'll protect you. Just call my name, ok?"

Lydia nodded and leant forward to rest her head on his chest.
Spencer looked straight ahead, eyes filling with tears.
How many times did he have to say that until it came true?
He loved his sisters with his whole heart, he was taking care of them, he was their protector but he was doing a crap job at protecting them.
"Spencie? Your heart just went fast," Lydia pointed out, not lifting her face.

Spencer smiled softly, a tear rolling down his cheek.
He moved rubbed his cheek against his pillow to rid of it.
"I just thought of something, sorry Darl," He kissed her head then shut his eyes.

Ten more minutes.
Just ten more.

When Spencer woke up, it had not been ten minutes.
It had been four hours.
If it hadn't have been for Lillie who burst into his room claiming they were late for school, it probably would've been more.
He cursed and threw the blanket off himself, leaving Lydia to stir awake as he left the room in a rush.
"Girls, get dressed and wash your face! Just because we're late doesn't mean you're getting a day off school!"

There were sounds of complaint but Spencer didn't listen.
He stole the bathroom first, running some water through his hair and face then nodding at himself in the mirror before leaving and going back to his room.
He dressed in some comfortable clothes.
There was no point getting his apron on, his boss didn't accept late arrivals.
But Alice.
Oh but Alice.
Spencer paused.
He'd miss the girl he so desperately wanted to see and by the sounds of it, she wanted to see him too.
But he couldn't, he had to get the girls to school and by the looks of things the house needed a big clean too.
"Spencer the bread won't cook!" He heard Lillie complain downstairs.

Spencer groaned and ran his fingers through his hair before putting it up and out of his face.
He made his way downstairs and looked at the way his sister was holding the bread in her hands.
"Oh!" She smiled widely, "You have a pony!"

"Lillie, the bread isn't going to cook in your hands is it babe?" He scolded gently, not able to stop the small smile on his face at her observation.

"I thought that's how you did it," She complained, passing it to her brother who put it under the grill then got out two plates.
He shook his head fondly, letting out a short chuckle

"Lydia, c'mon down hon!" He yelled, tapping his fingers against the countertop, waiting to hear little footsteps.
He didn't.
"Don't touch it, it's hot," He told his sister who nodded quickly then watched her brother leave.

Spencer grabbed hold of the banister and launched himself upstairs from it, climbing the stairs two at a time before knocking on his sisters' door lightly.
There was a little scuffle inside but Lydia didn't say anything.
"Lyds?"

"I don't want to go to school," 
Spencer pushed open the door to see her sitting on her bed, her arms cross, fresh clothes on.
Clearly she had thought about it but decided against it.
He rose his eyebrow.

"Why?" He leant against the doorframe, watching her little face pinch together in thought.

"Because I feel funny," She stuck out her bottom lip, her eyebrows pinching together.
Goddamn she looked like her mother.

"Yeah well, I feel funny everyday, I still go to work," He argued, crossing his arms.

"Spencer! It's burning!"
The sixteen year old literally deflated.

"You're goin' to school Lydia," He pointed at her before jogging back to the stairs and going down the stairs quickly.
He grabbed the oven mitt and got the over toasted bread from out of the grill.
It was still edible, he had caught it before it got really bad.
Then as he was was putting butter on the slightly charred bread, he head Lydia coming downstairs and turned his head slightly to see her sit at the chair.
He pursed his lips and concidered letting her stay off school but decided against it. 
"Eat up, I'll be right back,"

Spencer placed their plates in front of them and left the room to open the living-room door only to shut it behind him.
$10 was all he needed. 
He still had ballet later, he couldn't miss that. The girls would be at their dressmaking class, he'd have time.
So, sneakily pulling the pillow up from his Father's chair, Spencer grabbed the money he needed then puffed the pillow back in place, stuffing the money in his pocket before leaving the room and praying his father would never realize.
The girls had nearly finished their breakfast so he grabbed their coats and then made his way over, watching Lillie stand from her seat first.
"Thanks Spencer," She smiled at him, watching as he opened her coat for her arms to go in.

Lydia came next, a lot slower then her sister which resulted in Spencer sending her a look.
She sighed grumpily and then waited by the door.
"We all ready?" He asked, watching them nod.

Spencer unlocked the door and sent them out as he walked out too, locking the door behind them.
When he turned, he felt someone gripping at his leg, Lydia... what?
She looked terrified.
Spencer frowned and looked up to see their Dad walking down the road with a blank expression.
Spencer froze.
"Let me talk," He whispered to them, grabbing both their hands and walking down the steps of their home.

"Spencie," Lydia whimpered, squeezing his hand.

"Sh," He hushed, walking to their dad who stopped in front of him.
Spencer swallowed and gave his dad a short smile.

"Why are you not at work and why aren't they in school?" He asked, ignoring his son's smile.
His heartrate increased from fear and his palms began to feel sweaty.
He ignored it and kept the smile on his face.

"I woke up late. It's my fault entirely," Spencer explained, keeping the blame on himself so the girls wouldn't get punished, "I'm gonna drop them off then get back to clean the house,"
Adding something helpful that he would do usually lessened the punishment for himself, he learned that at a very young age.
Their Father nodded thoughtfully before walking around them.
The smile on Spencer's face dropped and he clenched his jaw.
Without telling his sisters, he began to walk again, letting them follow.

"Spencie," Lillie called out, tugging on his hand.

"Hm?" He replied, his emotions feeling like they were going everywhere.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry or yell.

"Daddy won't hurt you that badly, right?" She wondered, looking at her brothers expression whilst Lydia just stared at her sister.

"No, Daddy won't hurt me at all. Why would you think that?" He laughed anxiously, turning round the familiar corner.
Lillie didn't answer.
Spencer continued to walk them to the gate, stopping where he could watch them walk in themselves. 
"Tell your teacher that you're late because the alarm didn't go off. Tell her you're sorry. I'll be back to collect you after your dressmaking class. I love you, be good,"

The girls nodded and hugged their brother like they usually did and entered through the office. Spencer watched them go, dread filling his inner core.
He walked back home, his hands were shaking, he hid them in his pockets.
The door was unlocked. 
Taking a deep breath, he walked in and was met by the warmth that should fill love, peace and tranquility.
Instead, it held horror, torment and unsafety.
"Spencer?"

Bowing his head and looking to his feet, Spencer walked to the living-room, seeing his father waiting for his head to pop round the door.
Please don't know about the money... please, He begged in his mind, watching his father's expression closely.
Instead of speaking, his father stood up and walked over.
Spencer's heart picked up again.
But he didn't do anything.
He just walked past his son to the kitchen.
Spencer followed timidly, anxiously.
He watched his dad stop at the table and as soon as he was sure, Spnecer halted his movements quickly.
Then everything changed in a matter of a second.
His dad was turning around, grabbing him by his sweater and pinning him to the wall.
Spencer cried out as his back hit the wall harshly.
His Dad was in his face, Spencer's breathing was jagged, his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest.
"Daddy, plea--"

"You woke up late? That's not good enough Spencer!" He yelled, fisting his son's clothes tighter.

"I'm sorry! It won't happen again!" 
And that's when the dizzy spell came and the anger in his blood bubbled.
Spencer wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it gave him the strength he needed. 
Who was he to apologise? He didn't do anything wrong, it was an accident.
And Lydia.
Whatever that man did to his girl was not going to be forgotten about.
"Get the hell off me!" He shouted, shoving his Dad's hands away.

The monster of a man faltered back slightly, wondering where this new-found anger from his Son had come from.
But it enraged him more.
"Who the hell do you think you're speaking to!?"

"An asshole! You're a monster not a dad!" Spencer screamed, the tears in his eyes blocking his vision to see clearly.
As he wiped, the vase reality of the situation came back and the anger washed away.
He stared up at the man who was watching him with a blank expression and cried out of pure and utter fear.
What the hell had he just said and done!?
But nothing happened, his dad just stood there and watched like Spencer was some pathetic peice of trash.

"You sound like your sister,"
Spencer gulped, swallowing thickly, clenching his jaw to regain some self about him, then frowned, looking at the man he hated.
That's when he remembered about Lydia.

"What did you do to her?" He seethed, glaring at him as the urge to protect his girls came out more.
They needed him.
They were nothing without him.
But his question wasn't answered.
Oscar just smirked slightly, leaving his son to stare at him as he left the room with a beer he got from the counter.
Spencer watched him go in shock.
What the hell was happening to him?
"Think of happy things, think of happy things, think of happy things..." He chanted, hoping that if he did it would banish the fresh load of tears that wanted to fall.

It didn't work, and all he was left thinking about was how scared his sister would've been last night if he was just there crying because of their dad.
If only he had been awake.
If only he could've helped Lydia when she needed him.
If only there were more of him.

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Can't lie, this one made me cry.

There's so much to this chaper.

What did Oscar do to Lydia?

Why is Spencer such an emotional wreck?

Where did that anger come from?

Hope everyone is ok, what's yalls fav colour?