The car drove up into the Carlin driveway; the two Davies’ sister’s stared at the house. All the lights were off and there were no cars, it seemed as if no one was home. Ashley and Kyla made their way to the front door and knocked, no answer, no sound but the echo of the knock itself. Worry etched itself into their hearts, Kyla rang the door bell and still no answer. Ashley tried the door, it was locked. Reaching in her pocket she pulled out her car keys which had a spare key to the Carlin family home.

“Hello?” Kyla asked as Ashley shut the door; the house was eerily quiet and dark, so unnatural for this family.

“Spence?” Ashley called out. They made their way upstairs, to the teen’s door. The door creaked open dowsing the room in the light of the hall way the two sisters’ had turned on, “Spencer?” Ashley turned the light on in the room to find her girlfriend huddled on the bed. The covers kicked to the floor, sweat glistening off her body as she shivered violently, arms protectively wrapped around her stomach and ribs.

“Spencer,” Kyla raced over along with Ashley, “Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry….Why are you here?” she asked once she saw Ashley pulling the covers off the floor and toward her.

“I want to help,” Ashley sadly laid the covers over Spencer.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to know…” she cried leaning into the brunette, wrapping her arms around the older girl’s waist.

“Shhh, baby it’s okay. What didn’t you want me to know?” Ashley stroked blond hair off Spencer’s sweaty forehead, it felt like the teen was freezing yet her body glistened as if she’d been running a marathon.

“It’s all my fault,” Spencer wailed into Ashley’s side over and over again.

“What’s all your fault?” Kyla asked watching the blond crumble, it was weird. To Kyla Spencer had all ways been tough, cool and collected, sure she had her moments of freaking out but what teen didn’t but this…this was way beyond normal teenage hormones.

“Everything, it’s all my fault…” Spencer cried harder than she could remember, Ashley all most couldn’t breathe with how tight her girlfriend was holding on. The Davies’ sister’s tried for an hour to get Spencer to calm down or explain what she meant but all efforts were useless. Finally two hours later she was down to a few sniffles here and there but still refused to loosen her grip even a smidgen on Ashley who felt like her waist was slowly falling asleep.