I walked into the house and began up the stairs.

"Spencer!  Hey!  Where were you last night?"

I brushed off my father’s questions and simply walked upstairs, into my room, and shut the door.  I leaned onto the closed door and reached down and turned the lock.

I really don’t want to talk to anyone right now.

I took a few steps towards my bed, but even before I could faceplant into the mattress, the tears had started to roll.  I pulled a pillow down from the head of the bed to bury my face in.  It was one of those loud and uncontrollable sobs.

What did I do to make her feel this way? What can I do to get her back?

I had never seen Ashley look as broken as she did when she was yelling at me this morning.  I had never seen anyone look that hurt.  The realization of the pain I was causing Ashley pushed me over the edge, and I was sure at this point that I was crying so loudly that Ashley could probably hear me from her mansion.  My heart began beating so fast that I could feel the vibrations of its movements down to my feet.  My entire body trembling, I pulled my feet up on the bed and turned onto my side, into the fetal position.  I could hear my family at the door, wanting to talk to me.  Mom, Dad, Clay… even Glen’s voice.  Though I was too lost in my own thought to decipher who was saying what, it all pretty much amounted to a bunch of, "We love you."s and "We’re here for you."s

Bullshit.  The only one who could be here now, is Ashley.

I felt myself grow tired, and I could feel my face pulsating in a wet swollen mess from all the tears that had crossed it that day.  I let the need for sleep roll over me.

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I looked around at all the drunken people dancing and smiled.  I loved Grey.  Everyone was so genuine and so real.  No one judged anyone else on how they were dressed or who they were there with.  It was like having a hundred of the best friends you’ve never met, all in one place.  The music washed over me, and I returned my gaze to the rocker before me.