Redemption

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Spencer's POV


I woke up the following morning, feeling happier than usual.
Most of the time, Grace has to practically drag me out of my HUGE bed, but today I decided to take a long run in the early hours of the morning.

I put on my outfit on and trudged down the stairs with my diabetic pack clipped to my pants and my phone in my hand. I use the Lorna Jane app when I run to tell me the distance and calories.

When I arrived at the front door, guards gave me stern words and insisted that they have undercover men follow me whilst running, but not be seen.
I just rolled my eyes.

As began running out the extremely long driveway and out the gates, looking behind me to see two of the guards in workout gear and following me too.
I don't understand why they always have to be stuck to me like glue. I guess it must have something to do with what Harry told me about people wanting to kill my father.

As I was running hard, taking in the beautiful scenery but regretting not wearing some form of jumper in the winter time, I heard loud footsteps running behind me.
Picking up my pace, thinking it was one of the guards I made myself go a little faster.
They usually know that they need to stay hidden and not close to me.
"Morning love!", Louis startled me. He caught up by a few steps and we ran together.
"What are you doing here?", I asked, frowning but not looking at him.
"I just thought about having a nice run in the morning time", he said. He was lying.
"Seriously? Tell me the truth", I say.
"You know how protective Harry is. One of his guys must always have their eyes on you"
"Well why couldn't the lazy ass come himself instead of getting other people to do his dirty work. I don't even need anyone. I hate being guarded", I say.
"I know love. But it's best. Harry had important things to attend to"
"You mean like having sex with a hooker. Or maybe killing some innocent people", I state.
Louis gives me a stern frown, "I get that you think he is a bad guy. But he took the family business on and he is doing what his father did. It's not a choice Spencer", he said.
"Of course he has a choice. Everyone always has a choice", I say.
"Not Harry. He was born into this. And once his father died, Harry was buried in all his old man's shit. He is slowly sifting his way through, trying to make things right. And he isn't banging some random whore", Louis states matter-of-factly.
I roll my eyes.
Harry is really starting to get on my nerves.
"Well if he's so obsessed with me, he should find time to babysit me himself. I hardly even know you", I say.
Why was I so snappy this morning.
"Easy there love. I'm Louis. Harry's next in command and best friend", Louis says with a grin, "Whatever he needs, I help"
"You sound like his slave", I say, picking up my pace.
"Well I'm not", he says.



After about an hour run, we ran home and as I opened the front door, I was bombarded by my parents, Harry standing behind them with an angry face, but relief hidden behind his eyes.
"Where on Earth were you?", my mother said, dragging me in.
"I went for a run", I frown, confused at all the commotion.
"For 2 hours?", my father frowned.
"Yes! Ask him, he was following me the entire time. As were two of our guards! It seems there is a lack of communication between you and your staff. You may want to fix that", I huff at my parents.
"Don't speak like that to us young lady. We are your parents!", my mother said, getting all up in my face angrily.
"My parents?", I scoffed, raising my eyebrows, "Parents don't get themselves into deep shit with people who want to kill them and then force their own daughter into marriage to save their own skin!", I spat before pushing past my mother, Harry and then my siblings who had gathered around.
I made my way up the two flights of stairs, forgetting the pain in my legs that felt like jelly.

I slammed my bedroom door behind me just as I felt the tears in my eyes.
Why have all the bad things in the world happened to me?
Why am I the one who gets tortured by the world?

"Are you all right Spencer?", I heard my brothers voice from the other side of the door.
Corey.
"Y-Yeah I'm fine", I say gently, but the door opens.
Corey closes it behind me and gently sits on the side of my bed next to me.
"I know that you are angry. And I know that you don't want to be around anyone, but I wanted to talk", he said.
I nodded my head and watched as he opened his mouth to begin.

"You need to do this", he said. I was shocked.
So now its not only Harry and my parents. But my brother too.
"What?", I frown.
"Hear me out Spencer. I know that you don't want to move and marry Mr. Styles. But I think it would be best", he spoke gently. "Dad's name is on a death warrant. The only way to stop that is by marrying him. By moving. I love you and all, but if you loved this family, you would go and do it for us"
"You're unbelievable", I say, shaking my head.
"I'm sorry Spencer", he said getting up and walking to the front door, opening it, "But you have to go"


How could my own brother do that to me? How could my own family do that?

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