The streets devoured her. That’s the only way to describe Spencer Carlin’s drastic change in personality. Everything inside of her was put to the test. And she gave it all she had. Her first day on the corner didn’t go well. People took advantage of her, people stole the little money she had, and people even had the stupidity to underestimate her. Spencer didn’t even realize what she was doing until the guy begged her to stop. The blonde had beaten his face in. Literally. It was not a pretty site. Even after she stopped breaking his face, she didn’t take any pity on him. She didn’t apologize, and she most certainly didn’t cry over the blood she spilled. She merely went home that night, and slept. When she slept she saw her. Ashley, looking down on her. With Courtney at her side. This made Spencer mad. Something told her that Ashley didn’t belong to Courtney. She mumbled in her sleep. ‘Mine‘. Spencer wasn’t aware of this. Why in the Hell would she want her anyway? What was it? Did Ashley have the ability to make Spencer stronger? That dirty look she gave her, and the way she called her a baby as she layed helplessly on the floor. Maybe Spencer just wanted to prove her wrong. Both of them. Yeah. That was it. And she wanted to take something from Sparta, of course. Ashley Davies was like a trophy to her. Spencer knew it. So why not go after the trophy? Courtney would be mad if Ashley fell for her. For Spencer Carlin. Courtney would be angry at how Ashley would say Spencer’s name like she used to say hers. Courtney would be shamed at how well Spencer would make her moan and cry out like she never could…oh yeah..she’d be mad. Downright Pissed off even. Evil thought ran through the blondes mind after that first night as a drug dealer. Those thought continued for another two years before she acted on them. During those years of thinking, plotting, and training, Spencer was a totally diffrent person. Doing pull ups on the fire escape was building up muscles in her arms, standing around in the sun was good for her nice shade of light brown, running with Aiden and the other hookers from the police made her legs fast, learning to shoot guns with Kyla made her eyes more focused on targets, hotwiring cars made her senses more alert as she looked around,for anyone who might see,over the dashboard, dealing with her customers changed her normal facial expression of innocent and shy to sinful and cold, and hitting the ground everytime a police cruiser passed by made her stomach nice and hard. Spencer Carlin wasn’t one to be messed with. By now, everyone on her street knew her name, her story, and Spencer knew them too. She cared, Kyla, Madison, and Aiden did too. Sooner rather than later, Kyla announced that they’d be moving. Up to the nicer apartments, the ones without the roaches staying for dinner everynight, and air conditioning in the hallways. Spencer loved it, plenty of space for the four of them. No more sleeping next to each other when it got cold, no dirty sheets, no roaches, no annoying kids banging on windows…it was all good. Everything was looking up for them…Maybe they’d make it out of here without bulletholes in their bodies, and a permanet drug addiction that would follow them for life. Maybe…just maybe they could leave this place and think back on it as a terrible terrible nightmare. Spencer kept thinking this over and over as she slept in her new bed, surrounded by pillows and her blanket. She hadn’t thought about Ashley and Courtney for a entire year…that wasn’t so bad. All of her vengeful thoughts were gone for a while. Maybe they forgot about her too. Maybe Courtney and Ashley are beating the crap out of each other right now. Spencer smiled to herself. She liked the thought of that. The thought that they’d send each other to their doom. But then….that would mean that Ashley was getting hurt. Why did she care so much? Ashley had left a permanent scar on Spencer’s face. Not to mention there wasn’t any teeth in the back of her mouth….So why did she care about what happened to the bitch? So what if Courtney decided to treat her like a punching bag. So what if Courtney got to come home and do God knows what to her beautiful body…Spencer’s smile started to fade away…she rolled over and closed her eyes again. ‘Mine’.