Two weeks Prior
Like always Natasya had been partying she'd been missing for three days. The only reason she was currently passed out in her own bed, was because Vincenzo's men had been out looking for her. When they'd found her she'd been completely unconscious in the park on a bench in nothing but a bra and her underwear. There was no telling where she'd been or who she'd been with.
Her different colored eyes were heavy with drowsiness and sleep. She felt horrible and she had a good idea it had to do with the drink she'd taken from that creepy guy. Not that she could even describe him if she tried. The last three days were a blur to her. She stumbled to the bathroom before sinking to her knees and started violently vomiting. Someone came up behind her holding her hair and rubbing her back gently she knew instantly who it was, Vinny.
Her body tensed, he was nice now but it was simply the calm before the storm. He was pissed, she could feel it in the way he gently rubbed her back. She lend back trying to catch her breath and he tossed her a towel. She didn't even want to know what she looked like. He turned the water in their huge bathroom on and she didn't say a word simply striped down quickly and cleaned herself up. She was quick to clean up, before stepping out doing her make-up and slipping into clothes.
Almost the second she stepped out of the bathroom, he grabbed her roughly pulling her close and slapping her across the face so hard that her head whipped to the side and felt blood from her drip from her nose. He opened his mouth to speak only he was cut off by her cell phone ringing. he released her and moved across the room to the mantle and lend against it lighting a cigarette. She answered, pulling her self together quickly, her father on the other line.
"Nate, there's been an accident." he breathed an imminently she expected her mother or sister to be seriously injured or dead. "Do you remember Christopher Parker?" she raked her hazed memory before her eyes widened. Chris, the leader of there high school clique, the Chris she'd cheated on Spencer with, the only guy her fiancé let her talk to . The last time she'd herd for me was six months back he'd been planning to visit her.
Chris had gotten out of LA, cleaned himself up and was practically a saint. "Yeah." was all she could manage. She'd lost touch with everyone from high school, even Raegan who practically been like a sister to her. She wasn't sure she could bare the thought of loosing Chris.
Present Day
She'd spent the past two weeks getting ready to go back home. She hadn't ben out partying which was odd for Nash, Vinny however seemed to like how depressed she'd become. Instead of going out she stayed in and drank till she passed out. Their hotel room was practically a mini house. Yet, Vincenzo still found something to complain about, cussing in in Italian.
She lend up against the huge window that over looked the city. So many memories hit her. When things were so much simpler and they had no intent of ever settling down. Back then, she was sure if she ever married anyone it would be Spencer. She wondered her old friend all the time. She wondered how incredible beautiful Raegan had become, how much more reckless Victor had gotten, and she wondered how if Spencer's career was still booming, she hadn't heard much about his band in quite a while.
"Il mio amore" (My love) Vinny breathed as he came up behind her his lips moving along her bare neck. "It's time to go." he breathed against her skin and Tasha nodded. She wasn't entirely sure she was going to be able to handle this and as if Vinny could read her mind he handed her a flask and she took a huge swing, never even flinching as the liquor burned her throat.
The drive was long and the only thing she could thing of was how it should have been her who had died. She was worthless, a piece of shit. Chris had been going to different centuries to help the less fortunate, he'd started a charity. Nastasya was honestly pissed that it hadn't been her When they arrived the limo driver opened the door and she slid out first, everyone's eyes on her. It was clear that whoever she was marrying had money simply by the way she was dressed. Not to mention the huge heart shaped diamond, engagement ring that rested on her ring finger.
She took a deep breath as Vinny got out and stood next to her wrapping his arm around her waist. The two headed in together. The music alone killed her, because the song playing had been one of his favorites from high school. They walked up and immediately Chris's mother wrapped his arms around her and Nash had to fight back a flood of tears. There were so many people in the large church, it was clear that Chris had touched a lot of lives. her eyes scanned the church there was no sight of the other. She had to admit she was nerves it had been close to six years since she'd seen any of them.
Two weeks Prior
Spencer had invited way too many people to his party. One of which had been his old friend from high school, Chris. His house was trashed, at it was only midnight, not that it was that great to begin with. Spencer was lend over a table snorting cocaine through a hundred dollar bill. While his current love interest, a fan girl of his Laylani kissed along his neck. As he lend back resting his head against the back of the couch her lips traveled along his skin, but he wasn't paying much attention to her.
"Spence can we talk." Chris's voice practically yelled over the music and Spence rolled his eyes shoving Laylani off of him. He stood up as he followed Chris outside. Once they were outside Chris laid into. "Man what the fuck are you doing, your wasting your damn life." he breathed clearly worried for his friend. That was part of the reason him and Chris didn't really et alone anymore, Chris had turned into some kind of saint trying to save everyone around him.
"Fuck off Chris. You don't like the way I live, you don't have to be a part of it." he spat harshly, irritated with his friend. "Just cause you got some bitch knocked up and you decided it was time to grow up doesn't mean I have to alright." he said cruelly.
Chris shook his head. "Damn it Spencer, your like a brother to me. I can't watch you like this, I won't do it anymore." Chris shook his head and started after his car that was a ways down the street, due to the rest of the cars parked along the street.
"Yeah, well have fun being a little bitch." he called after him, scoffing at his friends attempt to save him from himself. Spencer turned to walk back inside when he heard several gun shoots. He froze instantly. His stomach turned and his heart pounded in his chest. "Chris?!" Spencer yelled before walking and glancing down the side walk to see his friend on the ground."Shit Chris!" he yelled frantically.
He sobered up really quickly, he started screaming at the other outside to call 911, before he took off down the street towards his friend. He dropped to his knees immediately, cradling his friends head in his hand. It was clear that his friend wasn't going to make it and angry tears formed into his eyes. Blood was everywhere, red covered Chris and Chris's blood was all over Spencer's hands.
"I'm fucking sorry Chris. What the fuck?" he breathed. He'd grown up with Chris. they'd been neighbors. They'd fucked each other over, but they'd always had each other's backs.
"I love you Spence." Chris coughed up blood clearly in pain. "Take that trip." he breathed and even as he was taking his last breaths he had a smirk on his face. Spencer didn't have to think twice he knew the trip he was talking about and he nodded. Only moments later Chris took is last breath. It had been a drive by and they'd practically had to rip Spencer from Chris's lifeless body.
Present Day
Spencer was emotionally exhausted, the past two weeks had been hell. He'd wound up in the hospital from alcohol poising, from nearly drinking himself to death after Chris's death. He was hopeless, his sister Viktora was practically babysitting him and when she didn't give him liquor he was a raging nightmare. It was for his own good he knew that, but that didn't mean he liked it. It was the day of the funeral and Spence debated even going, the though of seeing Chris in the casket made him physically ill. He honestly wished it was him.
He felt a painful pressure in his ribs, then another before he opened his eyes to see his sister was kicking him awake. "Get up lazy ass. it's two-thirty, you've got an hour before the funeral." she said and he sighed pulling the blanket over his head. After a moment of sulking her sat up and stood from his double staked mattress on the floor. He didn't want to face reality sober, so he managed to shoot up before he got in the shower and cleaned up.
After he showered. He got dressed it wasn't exactly the most appropriate outfit, but he figure Chris would have laughed. He hated himself for what had happened, even if it hadn't have been his fault he felt like it was. Finally he secured his sunglasses on his face and headed to his motorcycle. Laylani climbed onto the back of his bike, not that he really wanted her to come, but he figured she'd be a good distraction.
Once they got there, he went in, sitting in the back and refusing to talk to anyone, it was bad enough he'd have to face is old friends and bring up the trip they'd all talked about when they'd been just kids who wanted to get out on their own. He doubted any of them would be up for it, they all had their own lives. He didn't care though, that had been Chris's dying wish and if he had to do it alone he would.