Spencer exited the car and stared up at her house, for some reason it seemed scary. She really didn’t want to go back in there, sighing she felt Ashley’s hand in hers as the two made their way inside.

“Okay so where do you think you left your cell phone?” Spencer asked dropping Ashley’s hand and turning to look at her.

“Well…” Ashley stuck her hand in her pocket revealing said lost phone, “I didn’t technically leave it here.”

“What?”

“I had to get you back here,” Ashley stated quietly now feeling very guilty about lying to Spencer.

“Sweetie we’re worried about you,” Paula spoke from behind her.

“I can’t believe this,” Spencer tried to leave but Ashley was still standing in front of the door, “Get out of my way!”

“I can’t,”

“You fucking bitch I knew you didn’t care, I knew you wouldn’t take me away. What happened to we don’t have to check out right now huh….I HATE YOU!” Spencer seethed in Ashley’s direction before running up the stairs and slamming her door closed.

Ashley stood there for a second, her mind turning over and over with the words her girlfriend just spit out at her. Her heart broke, the girl had never said those words to her, not even during their worst fights or when she woke up from the coma and that was the only time she expected to hear those three words. She closed her eyes trying desperately to get those words from ringing in her ears as her legs dropped from beneath her and she slid down the door. Tears spilling down her cheeks, head buried in her hands.

“Oh Ashley she didn’t mean it,” Paula fell forward and hugged the girl to her chest, “You can’t take anything she says to heart right now.”

“I…she…hate…” she couldn’t even form a complete sentence.

“Did I hear Spencer yelling?” Clay came downstairs, his eyes staring from his mother to Ashley and back again.

“Clay can you check on dinner and tell Glen to set the table, Ashley’s staying for dinner tonight.” Paula sternly told her son who nodded and headed to the kitchen. She didn’t understand why she was being so nice to Ashley at the moment, she’d dreamed about Spencer telling her off and the girl disappearing but somehow being close to Ashley made her feel closer to her husband. They both had brown hair and brown eyes, their personalities are warm and inviting even if Ashley’s cloths aren’t. Paula helped the teen over to the couch, “I’m going to check on her…are you okay?”