Ashley’s POV

I knew one thing when I opened the door to Spencer’s room, I love her. But what I saw, the blonde was throwing anything she could get her hands on. The room was a complete mess.

“Spence…”

“No, you don’t get to call me that!” She yelled without looking at me which at this point I was praying at the moment to not be an ex girl friend any time soon, “I hate her…she’s all ways making everything so hard.”

At least she’s talking, I thought. “Spen…I mean Spencer you don’t mean that…she’s just…”

“Don’t…don’t you dare defend that woman to me, not after everything…” Spencer clammed up, staring at me for what seemed like forever. I had no words to say that would make it all right, no way to fix things. Next thing I knew her fist went threw the mirror, shattering it. Blood dripped to the floor, she didn’t budge. Her blue eyes transfixed to her hand watching the red smear over her knuckles.

“Spencer,” I rushed over to her taking her hand in mine. It was smooth and soft like all ways, she was so lucky not to get any glass stuck in her hand.

“What was that?” Arthur rushed in, his eyes were red and puffy, and I could tell he’d been crying but he would probably brush it off if I asked.

“She punched the mirror, c’mon baby lets get you cleaned up.” Wrong thing to say, damn it Davies pull it together I thought watching Spencer pull away from me shaking her head and crying.

“No…don’t call me that,” she kept repeating as she sat down with her back to the wall. Sighing I quickly ran to her, I tried to pull her in for a hug but she kept pushing me away, but like I told Kyla I’m going to fight for this so I kept at it till she wore down. Now I had my back against the wall and she was in between my legs, her head on my shoulder and my arms around her.

“Here,” Arthur came back in with a pot of water and a cloth. He bent down and took her hand; slowly he washed the blood way, checking each cut for glass.