~Ashley’s POV~

After that little tryst in the front yard I took a nap. I needed to forget for a while and my dreams made that happened but too soon was I woken up by gentle knocking on my door. Groaning I snuggled my head further into the pillows and felt the covers below me shift and bunch together.

"Ash," I peeked one eye out of the pillow to see Glen standing in the door way with his arms folded and a scowl, "Come on squirt I know you not asleep."

Sighing as I knew he’d never let me go to sleep again so I sat up tossing my hands quite hard down on to the bed, "What ass hat?"

He chuckled stepping in.

"Dinner is ready!" mom’s voice traveled up the stairs.

A door opened down the hall and soon the blonde who made both Glen and I furious walked past keeping her head down with only a quick glance toward us than she was gone.

"God I wanted to kill her," Glen gnawed at his bottom lip slipping into my desk chair.

"Wanted to…how about still," he met my eyes revealing how tired he was for a college student, "Gosh fine I know. It’s not nice to think like that,"

He huffed for a second staring out toward the window, "No it isn’t but…I understand it’s hard. But we can’t let her get to us."

"I know Glen…"

"…Ashley," he cut me off spinning his head toward me quickly and staring hard into my eyes, his blue ones cutting into me deep and I wasn’t sure what I was seeing but it was an emotion I hadn’t seen before, "We can’t let her get to us." He repeated.

"I know," my voice carried quietly showing all the sincerity I could, he nodded with a ghost of a smile than hopped up and headed toward the door.

Glen stopped in the door way placing his hand on the door frame keeping his back to me which was taunt, turning his head so I could only see the side of his face, "She’s scared and I have a feeling there is something more going on than we know…than even she knows."

Rolling my eyes at his cryptic message we headed down the stairs into the kitchen to see all four of them sitting and waiting for us. Mama sat at the head of the table with tired eyes but a warm smile, her hair pulled back into a loose pony tail and her button up shirt slightly ruffled probably due to mom’s wondering hands when she got home. Mom sat next to her on the left, never one to sit so far away from mama, her blonde hair curled slightly and framing her face, she looked exhausted from staying up and doing so many chores on top of going to work. The sweater she had was tight and fitting keeping her warm from the cold night air on the drive back up here.