" She’s not breathing" Sprncer repeated, her voice was shaking. She was afraid, for Ashley and so was I.

"What the …." I broke off, i noticed the broken glass table, the thin wire like rope on the floor. Then at my feet I noticed a wallet, it wasn’t from spencer scatterd about bag, it was Dave. Allthough there was no id inside, I knew it was his.

I ran over to Spencer, she was crying so hard.

" Spence, call the police and an ambulance" tears began to form in my own eyes as well. She just stood there she was shocked,upset and angry, but she wouldn’t move " NOW!" i yelled, i didn’t mean to yell at her, but i couldn’t forgive myself, i kept thinking this is my fault, for introducing Dave to Ashley.’

    "Ash,can you hear me" I had turned my attention over to Ashley, as Spencer went to call for help. I lowerd my ear to her nose, she really wasn’t breathing. I remembered that one day in health three years ago when Ashley and I really went to class, and didn’t skip it. That was the day we learned CPR, ‘thank you god for giving me a good memory’ i thought to my self.

I started giving her ‘rescue breaths’, when Spencer ran over. " the ambulance and the police are coming, Clay said he’ll take care of the police case." 

" Clay? your brother he made the force?" I asked her, then continued to breath into Ashley.

" Yea, i guess i forgot to tell you, he made the force about a year ago and now he is the police chief, of the Los Angeles police department, sorry that I have never told you" she said, but the truth was she did tell me i just wanted her to keep her mind off of Ashley. It only lasted a little while, soon Spencer was crying again, her tears could have flooded our house.

        There was a knock on the door. "Who is it " spencer called out.

" SPENCE! it’s me clay" the voice answered.

"coming"she responded. She answered the door , and Clay came in, followed by police officers, and EMTs who brought in a stretcher.