Ashley’s P.O.V.

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I had been serving drinks at the bar for the past three hours and I was now going out of my mind. One girl we met at the club had been talking to me for what seemed like forever. All I really wanted to do was go outside to join Spencer on the porch, who seemed to be having fun.

My eyes glanced over in Spencer’s direction to discover she wasn’t there. What the hell? I saw her like 15 minutes ago, sitting there, laughing with Luke and his buddies. I excused myself from the bar and walked out to the deck to look around. Hardly anyone was out there anymore. I rushed back into the house, and looked through the crowds of people, hoping to catch a glimpse of Spencer’s beautiful blonde hair. After going from room to room, I finally found one of Luke’s friends, Travis.

“TRAVIS!” I screamed over the music. “Hey. Have you seen Spencer by any chance?”

“Oh, hello mate. Um, Spencer? Long blonde hair right?” I nodded. “Yeah, she left with Luke and some of our friends about ten minutes ago. She looked a little drunk.”

“Did they leave the building?”

“Yeah, I think I heard Luke saying something about wanting to get out of here. Why, is something the matter?”

“Yeah, I think it is…” I knew something was the matter. Spencer couldn’t have been that drunk. She had only had one drink, the jack and coke Luke got for her. What could have made her look passed out?

Wait a minute.

“Travis. Do you have a car?”

“Yeah, a Jeep. Why?”

“Please, can you help me find Luke’s van? Something’s wrong with Spencer.”

“Sure mate. Let’s go.” He set his beer down as we left the apartment. I couldn’t have been more scared. If I was right, I was going to kill Luke for hurting her. How could I let him become our friend? God damn it. Why did this have to happen to my baby?

We got in his Jeep and sped off. Travis said he might have an idea where they were. At least Luke had some nice friends. We drove as fast as we could through the jammed streets of Sydney. No matter how fast we went, it didn’t seem fast enough to me. Minutes seemed to take hours. I sat there, fidgeting and shaking in his seat, wanting to give anything to stare into those baby blues again.