“All I remember is loud banging…bullets…I saw people falling and then you.” Spencer tightened her grip on Ashley’s hand, and then stood up, “So why don’t we go to the beach?”

“Spencer…” Ashley pulled her back down on the bed.

“You died, okay…I held you in my arms and you died. I spent hours covered in yours and Clay’s blood on my dress and it was my fault.”

“How could it be your fault?”

“Aiden said he loved you and things just got out of hand, you two ran after me as I headed for the parking lot…I held you in my arms.” Spencer began to tear again which she thought was impossible, Ashley laid her hand on Spencer’s cheek and using her thumb wiped away her tears.

Ashley held her girlfriend again, “It was just a dream Spence…none of that happened.” She tried to sooth.

“But…”

“Would it help if we all just got away like you wanted; the beach as you said?” Ashley asked just wanting to put the images Spencer brought up out of her mind.

“Please…” Spencer folded her hands in front of her and pouted.

A Couple Hours Later

Clay didn’t know how Ashley talked him into this little vacation; he had his back pack filled and lying next to his door. Chelsea walked in with her hand bag over her shoulder, “She got you too I see.”

“Yeah.” Chelsea sat on the edge of Clay’s bed, “Do you know what it’s about?”

“No, Spencer and Ashley have been in her room since last night. No one has said anything to me; I’ll be surprised if she can actually get my sister out of the house let alone dressed.”

“I don’t know Clay, Ashley can usually get Spencer to do anything.” Chelsea smiled coming in a little closer, “Just like I can.”

“Really, you can make me do anything?” Clay wondered taking his girlfriend’s offer and moved in closer. Chelsea changed positions just as he went in for the kiss and he fell onto the bed.

“Did I make my point yet?” She asked acting all sweet and innocent.

“Come on.” Glen pushed the door open further, “Their waiting.”

“Spencer’s really down there.” Clay pointed to the other side of Glen.