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    Missing Person – (Chapter: Chapter One)

    Story written on December 31, 2009 by august.
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    Ashley began noticing smaller details about the earnest blonde across from her. Like the thin gold chain around her neck with the little ruby pendant in the middle. And her name brand jeans. Maybe this would be worth her time after all, “What’s your name?”

    “Uh, the pleasure of my company?” Replied a woman’s voice, sounding small in comparison.

    “How about you give me a different kind of pleasure?” He retorted, and Spencer felt her heart lurch. She hurried her step to get closer to where the voices were coming from. Slipping behind a small convenience store she spotted them in an alleyway. The man was towering over the comparatively short girl. She, however, did not look intimidated. Instead she appeared to be absolutely furious.

    “Don’t make me sick.” She spat out in a low voice, her chin jerking up in the air.

    “Bitch you must be out of your fucking mind.” The man growled, his hand tightening around the brunettes arm. “Either you give me what I want, or you get me something better. Do you understand me?”

    Tears sprang to the girl’s eyes from the pain that was shooting through her arm. Spencer observed quietly, with her blue eyes as wide as saucers. Her instinct to run was being overruled by her overwhelming concern for the girl. “Give me a day, alright?”

    “You’ve got 12 hours.” He spoke, releasing his grip and storming away, thankfully not in the shaking blonde’s direction. She watched as the other girl slumped onto the filthy ground, her opposite hand cradling the now bruised arm.

    Spencer slowly stepped out from the alleyway, still quivering as she quietly approached the teenage girl. She stopped short when the girl’s face jerked up sharply, their eyes meeting for the first time, “You’re… You’re that girl!”

    “Do I know you?” The brunette replied miserably from her seated position, her eyes hard and flat.

    “Ashley Davies. Your picture, it’s in the paper. Are you okay?” Spencer spoke hurriedly, her voice shaking as she knelt down, “That man… Is he coming back?”

    “You’re wrong. My name isn’t Ashley. So you can just run along now.” Her voice was indifferent as she stared over Spencer’s shoulder.

    “But…” The blonde objected, her brows furrowing together, “You look just like her… Were you kidnapped? Did they brain wash you? Don’t you want to go home?”

    “Did you ever stop to think that maybe that girl you are talking about wasn’t kidnapped? That she ran away? That she might not want to go home?”

    “Why though? How could being home possibly be any worse than this?” She gestured to the filthy ground before eyeing the girl’s hurt shoulder.

    “I’d rather be out here on my own than have to take one second of my mother’s hypocritical bull shit.” She retorted, practically spitting the word ‘mother’.

    Spencer was frowning deeply, her blue eyes intensely serious, “So it is you then. Ashley.”

    “Fine, yes. You caught me. I’m Ashley Davies.” The girl seemed more hostile now as she rose sharply to her feet. “So what now? You going to call the cops?”

    “No, of course not!” Spencer spoke quickly, standing up as well.

    “Well in that case, it was nice talking to you but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little preoccupied right now.” With that Ashley turned on her heels and set off towards the main street.

    Spencer hesitated for a moment before jogging after her. The girl heard her approach and turned abruptly, her fists balled, “Just stay out of it okay?”

    “My family is having dinner soon, I live nearby. You could come over, eat, and maybe stay the night. You’d be safe.” Ashley eyed the blonde girl suspiciously, but found nothing but naïve sincerity.

    “Look, you seem nice and everything, but I don’t need your help. So thanks but no thanks.”

    “I won’t call the police, I swear.” Spencer continued on, her eyes scanning over the girls figure briefly. “How long has it been since you’ve even eaten a real dinner?”

    Ashley began noticing smaller details about the earnest blonde across from her. Like the thin gold chain around her neck with the little ruby pendant in the middle. And her name brand jeans. Maybe this would be worth her time after all, “What’s your name?”

    “Spencer Carlin. Is that a yes?”

    “It’s a why the hell not.” The brunette retorted, flashing a smile before glancing warily over her shoulder.

    “Okay, let’s go then.” Spencer spoke cheerfully, a smile breaking across her features at once. Ashley eyed her speculatively, thinking contradicting thoughts.

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