The Water is getting Cold

Ashley sits in her bed, trying Kyla for the hundredth time on her cell. “Kyla seriously pick up your phone, Call me back Now!” Ashley hands up the phone and throws it on her bed. Just as Spencer walks in wearing the short and tank and drying her hair with the towel.

Spencer: I couldn’t wait any longer, it was getting cold in there.

Ashley turns to see her and forces a smile.

Ashley: Sorry, your idiot brother called and told me he doesn’t know where Kyla is.

Spencer: She didn’t come home?

Ashley snaps back at her.

Ashley: Do you see her anywhere?

Spencer puts her head down.

Ashley: Sorry it’s just I’m worried about her, she’s hanging out with the wrong kind of people lately and she’s really been acting so strange lately.

Spencer: Yeah, she’s sure has made a L.A 180.

Spencer goes over to Ashley and takes her face in he hands.

Spencer: I’m sure she’s fine. As much as she’s changed she’s still a smart girl.

Ashley looks up into Spencer’s warm and comforting eyes and kisses her softly and then the kiss grows more and more intense by the second. Ashley roams her hands up and down Spencer’s back and mumbles through the kiss. “ I told you clothes are overrated” Ashley slips her hand up the back of Spencer’s shirt –  then the phone rings.

Ashley: Sorry I have to –

Spencer nods knowingly.

Ashley looks at the phone and sees it’s a restricted number. She picks up hoping it’s Kyla.

Ashley:  Kyla?

Kyla: Ashley. Can you come get me?

Ashley: Where are you?

Kyla: I’m at the Hyatt Inn on Belmont Ave.

Ashley: What? What are you doing there and why are you whispering?

Kyla: Just come.

Kyla hangs up the hotel phone and goes over to the nightstand to grab her purse and sees the lines or residue from Cocaine on it, she looks at herself in the Mirror, make up is running down her face, she looks at her arms and sees the bruises on her wrist, images of last night flash in her head.