I sat in the kitchen folding clothes, entrapped in the newest episode of Criminal Minds. I never missed an episode. How could I? After all, Spencer Reid was practically a clone of my own boyfriend. Not only do they share the same first name and employer- the FBI, both men are tall, a tad nerdy due to their extreme brilliance, and, though I may be a bit biased, extremely handsome. However, there was one aspect of the television show that never set quite right with me. Spencer Reid had a significant other absent from his life. I had no one to compare myself to.
My boyfriend and I had been together for around 2 years that day. Thanks to Spencer’s wealth I stayed home and took care of our spacious four bedroom house, only working at a retail store to pay for my gym membership. We did not own a dog, the pet hair would make me sneeze and I preferred “fur-less” furniture, due to that I was most often home alone, without anyone to keep me company. Not even a goldfish who would forget who I was every few seconds.
Spencer’s work made him travel all over the country, he would always nag me to get a dog for protection but I never saw a reason to have one. Of course I would become lonely from time to time but it was never unbearable, until that day at least.
I had finally decided to buy a canine companion. I turned of my television and walked out to the garage, whispering a goodbye and apology to my furless furniture and hello to the future of allergies, pet hair, and company. I grabbed my coat and keys resting by the door and opened the garage. There before me was my beautiful yellow 1967 Ford Mustang convertible with black racing stripes down the center. My dream car and birthday present from my beloved Spencer. I had told myself multiple times that I would be just as happy, love Spencer just as much as I did if he was not wealthy, however, I had to admit, I really enjoyed the freedom that sometimes came with that money.
Sliding gracefully in, I started the car and backed down the driveway onto the remote road leading to our apartment complex. I realized after driving for a while that I had not actually decided where I was wanting to go. All I knew was that I wanted to buy a dog.
The chilly October air whisked by my face as I drove toward town. I passed the park and the trail leading to my childhood hideout. It was there that I had met Spencer.
I was ten years old that fateful day. While playing contentedly with my imaginary friend, Jake, Spencer stumbled upon my tree house. The twelve year old boy was searching for his dog that had run off in the woods in pursuit of a cat. Agreeing to help him, I climbed down and from that day on Spencer and I were the best of friends.
Thinking back on that day I realized that I had left Jake behind in that tree house. I knew he was simply imaginary, but I still felt guilty and as though I had betrayed my best friend. After all Jake had been around long before Spencer entered the picture.
Turning the car around, I drove back to the park. It had been years since I had seen the place and it would not hurt for me to stop by before buying my pet. It was not as though I was in much of a hurry anyhow.
The park was full of parents and children whom had come to play after school. Watching them made me long for a child of my own. I considered even speaking to Spencer about it. I definitely had enough time on my hands to take care of a baby, moreover once the child had grown a bit they would be much better company than a simple dog.
The path to the tree house was so quiet, so serene that day as I strolled toward the hideout. Within minutes the old, decrepit tree house stood before me. I glanced around to see if anyone was near before gathering the nerve to speak.
“Jake? I don’t know if you are still here but…um…it’s me. I’ll even say the password to prove it! Ummm…Fuzzy pickles…don’t…um…don’t taste good in winter! There I remembered it, so see Jake, it is me. I would like to apologize to you…I am deeply sorry that I left you up there all these years… Jake? Won’t you…Won’t you come down and…” My phone was ringing, it was Spencer calling to check in on me.
Spencer seemed frantic on the phone, he told me to go straight to the police office, something about a letter he received in the mail. It was then that I felt something sharp and cold slide across my neck. The phone fell from my hand and I collapsed on the leaf-covered ground. Blinking slowly, I saw his face, the face of my attacker. It was the last image that ever entered my mind. It was Jake.