Ashley’s P.O.V.

For the next few weeks, I had to watch Spencer walk around school with that mini-me. I was disgusted, scared, and depressed all at the same time. Spencer and I had hung out a few times, but mostly she was off with that girl. I tried to act like I didn’t care. But the rape and seeing Spencer with another girl was killing me.

Today I decided I needed to take a stand. I couldn’t let this girl move in on my Spencer. After school, I went shopping for Spencer’s favorite flowers, lilies. Then, I headed to the Carlin’s house, crossing my fingers that she would come running back into my arms. Glen already knew about my plan, so he opened the door when I knocked.

“Ashley, I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

“Why Glen? I thought you supported this…”

“I do! But Amanda is here.”

“You know what? I really don’t give a shit. Let me in.” I said, shoving the door open and walking past him. I climbed the stairs and didn’t even bother to knock on her door.

As I walked in, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Spencer was posing, leaning against her bedpost, in a lacy pink bra and a matching thong. And that stupid bitch Amanda was practically drooling, while sketching her.

When Spencer saw it was me in the room, her face turned bright red as she reached to grab a sheet to cover her nearly naked body.

“Ashley, what are you doing here?”

“Well…I was surprising you. But it seems like you’re busy…so um bye.” I then ran out of the room and slammed the door behind me. I collapsed in a fit of tears in her hallway. I was losing her. It just seemed like everything came crashing down on me. Spencer’s door opened and I stood up quickly to avoid embarrassing myself even more.

“Ashley…” Spencer said, coming to hug me.

“No Spence. Leave me alone…” I said, pushing her off.

“But I want to help you…”

“If you really wanted to fucking help me, you would realize what this rape is doing to me.” She looked shocked because this is the first time I mentioned the rape since the night it happened.