I didn’t know why Spencer was so shocked; I mean it was only her Mom? Did her Mom even know about her drinking? Or maybe it was the fact she assumed her Mom didn’t care about her or something I herd her tell me.

“Spencer what the hell are you doing here?” She asked her daughter in outrage.

“Didn’t Dad tell you? After Clay and Jeremy died I turned to drinking, but oh right you don’t care about me so what does it matter?” She shot back smirking but I could feel she was in pain that her Mother didn’t know.

“Honey can we continue this conversation outside” Paula got up and motioned for her to follow her outside her office.

The next thing you know I hear yelling…

Spencer’s POV

I can’t believe my Mom is here, the one place I go to for rehab and lucky me, she works here. I never used to know where she worked because she would never tell us, when she was at work she didn’t want any interruptions at all, I’m talking if you had an emergency then call Dad or someone else, because her work is her work, her time is her time. She was definitely a work-alcoholic…

“Honey can we continue this conversation outside” She glared at me and I knew this was trouble heading my way, but instead of making it worse I heading into the direction she had waved me off to.

“Yes Mother?” I asked her really not patient.

“How could you be here?! Couldn’t they have sent you somewhere else? Can’t you see my patients think highly of me, now they’re going to think I can’t even raise my own daughter to not turn out like this, so I’m probably going to get fired for this!” I swear she would of run out of breath from all the yelling she appeared to be doing, I tried blocking out her voice.

“Well, you see I am here so why don’t you try to prove these people by actually caring for once!” When it was needed I could come back with the most rude facts, it’s not like I’d insult them, I’d make the truth harsher.