Ch.20

Spencer’s POV: I woke up at around 9 to see that Ashley was still asleep, clinging onto me as if I was her lifesaver. In a way, I understood why. I was her everything; the one person she opened herself to so fully and allowed herself to love so deeply. I didn’t want to wake her; she looked like she really needed to rest because she was emotionally exhausted from our arguing back and forth last night. I gently pried her fingers off of me and slid out of bed as slowly as I could. I pulled the covers back onto her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. I needed to go see my parents this morning, and she probably didn’t want to come anyway. I padded into the kitchen and grabbed a notepad, scrawling down why I had went and that I’d be back and that she could call me if she wanted to. I had to undo all the damage I had caused when I left her for Aiden. Seeing Ashley crying on the floor yesterday only helped remind me of how I had broken her when I denied our love for each other. I left the note on my pillow next to her, grabbed some clothes, and looked back at her to see her still sleeping quietly as I closed the door. After I got dressed, I began making breakfast for her. I decided that I would leave it on the table for her and let her heat it if she woke up late and it was cold by then. I set out a cup of her coffee and began frying eggs and sausages for her. I also set out toast as well, since I knew how she had a habit of constantly munching on it while either watching t.v. or reading the newspaper or magazines in the morning. After I had finished putting her breakfast out on the table, I grabbed my keys and purse and drove off to my parents’ house. 

          I was a bit uneasy pulling into my parents’ driveway; but I couldn’t let fear hold me back again. I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. A long pause followed. Just as I was about to ring the doorbell again, my dad opened the door. “Hi Dad.” I said quietly, searching his face for signs of anger. “Spencer.” He said, hugging me. “I was so worried about you; where did you go?” Before I could utter a response, he told me to come in. Instantly, goosebumps arose on my skin. I saw my mother sitting solemnly next to Aiden on the couch, with Glen in the armchair, and Clay on the other sofa. I sat down quietly in between my Dad and Clay. I could tell there had probably been a huge fight before I had arrived, judging from the weary appearance of my mom as she fumed in silent anger. Glen looked at me and then looked away again, almost bewildered. Aiden made me feel extremely guilty though. I could see that he was angry at me by his slack jawed appearance, but also sad and confused from the way his eyes looked like they were going to sprout tears any second. I averted his gaze; I knew I had broken his heart. I was the woman he had fallen in love with, the one whom he had wanted to marry, and I threw that all away.