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    The Ranch – (Chapter: 16 The Date)

     

     

    Ashley’s POV

     

     

     

    He was going to take her away from me. Mr. Carlin was going to put Spencer in some anitgay program. Why can’t he just love her for her? I can’t believe he was willingly sending her away with a strange man nonetheless. I guess his hatred is clouding his better judgment. He and that little man, who reminds of that principal from Buffy, left a few minutes ago.

    Now I’m sitting here on the floor with Spencer wrapped around me crying softly into my neck. Looking up from my position, I realize that all eyes are on us now. I lock eyes with Paula first. Asking her what I should do with a pleading look, she sighs before taking a seat next to me.

    Touching her daughters back "Spencer" she runs her hand up into Spence’s golden blonde hair moving it out of her face. "Listen to me okay"

    Spencer nods but make no motion or indication of looking up at her.

    "Your seventeen years old. There is nothing legally he can do. I promise. I will not let you be sent away to one of those programs. You have done nothing wrong. You are perfect just the way you are. I love you for you not for what I think you should be. Please just talk to me. I want to help. We all do but if you don’t tell me what you’re thinking I can’t help." Mrs. C sighs. I think it’s more in frustration with her husband though. "Please talk to me honey."

    A few minutes go by and still no words are spoken from the apprehensive blonde. Paula looks to the others asking silently for them to leave for the time being. Everyone gives an apologetic look before exiting the entryway.

    Only the three of us remain. Paula looks to me to try to get her daughter to talk. I nod before turning all my attention to my beautiful blonde girlfriend.

    Whispering into her ear "Spence. Sweetie, I love you so much. Please talk to me your scaring me. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. Spence please look at me" I brush some hair out of her face trying to catch a glimpse of those blue orbs. "Spence, you’re not going to lose me. I promise. You’re stuck with me forever." I place a delicate kiss to her temple hoping she will talk.

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