Spencer Reid Imagines *REQUESTS CLOSED*

Scars of the Past

Spencer and I have been dating for almost a month now. We've known each other for a long time - he was my best friend through my teenage years, and we had recently found our way back to each other. Everything had been perfect, so far.

The sound of my phone ringing snapped me out of me reverie. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Becca," Spencer greeted. "Are you busy?"

"No," I said. "Why?"

"Come over, I have some stuff I want to talk to you about."

I thought on it for a second. If I was honest, I didn't feel like leaving the house, let alone going to Spencer's. But what kind of girlfriend would I be if I just told him no?

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

I hung up and took a little bit to primp. I wasn't exactly comfortable enough around Spencer to show up with dirty hair tied into a bun and day old makeup on. After a shower and some fresh clothes, I was as ready as I could be.

"Hi," Spencer greeted me at the door with a hug.

"Hey," I sighed. I wasn't in the mood to talk.

Spencer shut the door behind me as I leaned on his kitchen counter. He turned to me, with a conflicted look. It made me feel uneasy for a multitude of reasons. I was sure Spencer wasn't anything like my last, but that didn't stop me from feeling cowardly.

"So you wanted to talk about something?" I asked, swallowing your fear.

"Yeah," he nodded, frowning at the floor. "Are you doing okay?"

I almost scoffed at the question. Why are you so concerned?

Then I had to remind myself: the people that aren't okay are the ones that get defensive.

"I'm doing fine," I shrugged. "Why do you ask?"

"You just seem different," Spencer said. "You don't talk much, you don't seem happy... I need to know if I did something."

That time I did scoff. "You didn't do anything. If you had, I'd tell you."

"Then why are you being so reclusive?" He asked.

"I'm not," I denied.

"You are," he said. "You act like I don't notice when you make an excuse to leave or stay home, or how you act weird when I come over. If you want to take a break then you just have to tell me."

"Oh my god, Spencer," I sighed, running your fingers through my still-wet hair. "I'm not breaking up with you, you haven't done anything wrong. I have reasons for my actions but I don't have to justify them to you!"

I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm. I knew he wasn't trying to, but he scared me. Hastily, I retracted my arm.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled without thinking. Immediately, I felt bad.

"What is wrong with you?" Spencer asked with a raised voice. "This isn't like you at all."

"I just can't do this right now," I muttered, trying to avoid him. I walked backward toward the door.