Spencer though…that’s a different story. Rivers found some balls and questioned Tully about their relationship and instantly regretted it. She flew off the handle telling him it was none of his goddamn business and she would be right, but it didn’t stop the curiosity coursing through his veins. Next up, he questioned me about it and as I honestly have no fucking idea and couldn’t give a clear answer, and then he accused Noah of being a shitty brother and letting that douchebag near his girl again.
Spencer has played it smart over the last nine days and has stayed away, only seeing Tully at school knowing that Rivers won’t be attending anymore and I have to say, it’s actually kind of strange. While we have our old pack together once again, too much has changed and it simply doesn’t feel right anymore. It’s almost like we’re blocking out our new friends because of the old and that doesn’t quite sit well with me.
Apart from that, we’ve had a lot of things to fill Rivers in on. After our discussion, he paid a visit to his father. He hasn’t shared the details of that yet and everyone has been too hesitant to ask. It’s just one of those things where we have to be ok with not knowing the answers. Rivers is too set in his ways of not sharing details of his personal life, but he should know that it’s ok now. We all know how dark it is and we’ve been doing our best to draw him out of it, but I guess it’s up to him when he’s ready to leave it all behind…if he’s ever ready.
We’ve squished every possible thing into the past nine days. We’ve gone to the races, gone to parties, he even put some time aside to spend with Aria who I guess is now his half-sister’s half-sister. This shit is getting too confusing.
As I said, it’s bittersweet knowing he’s going tomorrow. I feel like we just need a few extra days. I’m not ready for a goodbye.
I turn to Tully and let out a sigh. “How long is he going to be gone this time?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugs, looking away and refusing to meet my eyes. “He has nine more weeks training and then I’m not really sure. I don’t think he gets to come back after that. It might be a while before we see him again.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” she says. “He didn’t want to give me too many details as he didn’t want to upset me, but I’ve been googling it. After this training, he has to report to his station unit and it will be a while before he works up enough leave to make coming home worth it, that’s if he even wants to come home.”
“What are the chances he gets deployed?”
“Not sure, but I guess once he’s completed his training, anything can happen. I mean, it’s bound to happen sooner or later.”
“How long could he be deployed for?”
She shrugs her shoulders again. “Google told me it could be twelve months but it varies, depending on the mission. Sometimes it could be only a few months, and others he could be gone for nearly two years.”
My eyes bulge out of my head. “Are you serious?” I gasp. “He can’t be gone for that long.”
“He wouldn’t have a choice. If that’s the mission he’s been assigned, then that’s what he has to do.”
“But-”
The house plunges into darkness.
“What the hell?” Tully mutters, feeling around the bed for her phone, hopefully to turn on her flashlight app. “Did the power just go out?”
Tully gets her phone under control and a dim light finally spreads through my bedroom. I hop off my bed and make my way to the light switch before flicking it up and down at least five times just to make sure. “It must have,” I say, looking around my room at all my electronics to check if they’ve lost power too, only there’s still a red flashing light on my TV. “We didn’t lose power,” I say slowly, narrowing my eyes on the TV. “Someone must have cut the lights.”
“Wait…what?” she panics, and then urgently flies up off the bed to come to join me.
“The TV still has power and I can hear the hum from the fridge. We haven’t lost power.”
“Then why the fuck are the lights out?” she seethes in a whisper yell, her eyes flicking all around the room as terror starts to grip us both.
I shake my head as she clutches my hand in hers. “Maybe we should call the boys.”
“Maybe we should get the fuck out of here.”
“My keys are out by the front door and I don’t know about you, but I’m not particularly interested in leaving my room right now.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she groans. “I was not supposed to die like this.”