If the damn phone rings one more time I swear to god...

Ring. Ring.

I reach forward to snatch it off the hook, but a chubby hand with red manicured nails blocked me and picked it up off the hook. She glared at me.

"Chicago police department. This is Angela, how may I help you?" she said, her heavy breathing causing static into the receiver.

Bitch. She wasn't that nice to me whenever I asked her where I could sit an hour ago.

I leaned back in my chair and propped my feet up on the desk, twisting myself back and forth. I didn't know why uncle Jeff was so determined to bring me to his office for the afternoon.

I would much rather be home. That was a lie. I would much rather be with Spence.

I glanced down at my phone that rested in my purse on top of my school binder. I reached down to touch the screen with my finger causing it to light up. The screen was blank. No notifications. No messages from Spencer.

He ALWAYS messaged me back.

I heard the phone slam back down on the receiver and my head turned in Angela's direction.

"Do not ever try and touch my phone again. Your uncle might be the police chief, but this area," she said, motioning around her desk before finishing," is under my control."

She was smacking her gum as she talked.

I wish she would choke on it.

"If you would do your job, I wouldn't have to answer your phone," I said, rolling my eyes.

She stood up from her chair and I looked back at her, sneering. She smacked her gum a few more times before putting her hands on her hips and walking away.

Her green dress she had on clashed with her red hair. It made her look like a big ass Christmas present. Oh, and don't get me started about her cankles...

"Adrienne," I heard my uncle's stern voice from down the hallway.

I sighed and stood up, grabbing my bag.

What the hell did he want?

As I rounded the corner, I saw Angela standing beside my uncle. His arms were folded across his chest and his eyebrows were furrowed together. I glared at her.

She had gone and snitched on me.

"Yes sir?" I asked as I came to a stop in front of them.

"Angela here told me you've been distracting... I told you to sit out in the lobby and be good. Why is that so hard for you?" he asked, touching his hand to his chin.

"I'm sorry, uncle Jeff. It won't happen again. I'll be on my best behavior." I said, my eyes locking on Angela.

He turned to head back into his office, pleased with my response. Angela stepped past me headed back to her desk. I sighed and continued down the hallway, deciding some fresh air would be good. I pushed the back door to the station open and stepped outside, the cold Chicago air blowing against my face. I shivered and pulled my jacket around me more.

I was still adjusting to the whole 'cold' thing. Back in California, a cold day was if the temperature dropped below sixty-five and that happened almost never.

I stepped through the snow over to a bench and sat down on it, placing my bag down beside me. I watched as the snow mobiles drove past shoving the snow that had built up in the street to the side, clearing the path for cars to drive. I glanced up to take in the view of the city from my spot on the bench. The tall buildings lit up the sky and sparkled in the distance.

This place was really starting to grow on me, but not because of the city. It was because of Spencer. My whole journey with him has been unexpected. When I first moved here, I wasn't in a good place in my life. I was broken, alone, and rebellious. Nix had fucked up my world. He left me feigning for a fix. I wanted an adrenaline rush and I was willing to do anything for it. Even if it meant risking my life. I never intended to meet Spencer though. The day in the alley I could see in his eyes... he was different. He looked at me in a way no one ever had. He made me forget about my problems. Come to find out, he was broken just like me. We fit together like two pieces to one big fucked up puzzle. Now, here I am. Here we are.

I reached down to touch my stomach through my shirt, running my fingers across it.

My little mini Spencer.

I smiled whenever I felt the bench start buzzing. I glanced down at my phone, snagging it out of my bag.

"Cam?" I asked.

He his voice was muffled. It was strained.

"Cam?" I asked again, standing up off the bench.

Then I saw him. He was standing on the sidewalk in front of me. His tall form dressed from head-to-toe in black and his hands were coated in blood. My eyes focused in on the jacket he held in his right hand, gripping onto it like he never wanted to let go. I rushed over to him through the snow and stopped in front of him as he dropped his phone into his pocket. I reached up to push his hood down off his head, revealing his dark eyes to me. His mouth was still covered by the mask, but he was shaking his head. I could see he was holding back tears, but he wasn't going to let them spill over. He reached forward to pull me into a hug, his warm familiar arms wrapping around me and his fingers digging into the fabric of my jacket. I buried my face into the warmth of his shoulder.

What was wrong with him?

"Are you okay?" I whispered and his grip on me tightened.

He pulled back away from me after a second. His eyes looked pained as his brow furrowed together.

I had never seen Cam at a loss for words.

"No. I'm not okay."

"What happened?" I asked, reaching to grab his wrists.

I held his hands up to study the blood on them. I took the jacket out of his right hand and the familiar texture made me freeze. My heart stopped.

No.

"Adrienne... I tried. I tried... There was too much blood. It was just me. The police were closing in... He had a chest wound and after everything he has already been through there was no-"he mumbled, trying to piece the words together so they made sense, but I had already stopped listening.

I felt like someone had take a thin sheet of paper and sliced it right through my heart. The tears welled in my eyes and I couldn't control them. They rolled down my cheeks as I put a hand to my mouth.

Spence was gone.

The weight of the news fell on my shoulders and I leaned forward into Cam's arms. I needed his support. He held me while I cried.

"I had to tell you... I didn't want you to find out any other way," he breathed, his velvet voice was soft.

I nodded my head, but I had no words. There were only tears.

"I promise everything will be fine, Adrienne. I will be here for you," he whispered.

That was nice, but Spence wouldn't be here for me... ever again.

I buried my face deeper into his shoulder as my hands gripped onto his jacket tighter, bringing it up against my chest.

"He wanted me to tell you he loved you, Adrienne," he said.

My hands slipped into the pockets of his jacket and felt the cool piece of metal inside. I pulled it out of the pocket and my eyes fell on the prettiest diamond ring. I stared at it.

He was going to ask me to marry him.

Cam hugged me tighter, placing his cheek against the top of my head. The snow fell around us, settling on Cam's dark hoodie. I took a deep breath as I clutched the ring tight into my hand. I reached down to touch my stomach as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

The little one growing inside me was my only remembrance of him.

In each of us, two natures are at war – the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose – what we want most to be, we are.