Ashley’s POV

I have been lying in the bed with Tory. They don’t have her hooked up to anything but a heart monitor and most of her bruises are gone. Spencer has been so busy in New York. Kyla and Paula have come to see Tory every single day. Madison brought Jordan and Lucy and I helped explain to them what all happened. Arthur is supposed to be coming by to talk to me. It just seems odd now. Everyone is so busy but I have yet to leave this room. My car is here but I can’t think of anywhere I would rather be. I need Tory to wake up and laugh at me for being so worried. I need to see her smile. For the last two weeks since I told her that I wanted to adopt her child, we talked at least twice a day. Over half of the time Tory would be teasing me for being so worried or for being so cheesy with Spencer. Of course she was the very first to accuse us of anything. I think she actually saw it before we did. It doesn’t matter now everyone is ok, the baby is healthy, Madison and Glen are happy, Kyla and Paula…have something going on I think. All I need to be happy is Spencer, and Tory. I want my family. I want to come home every single day to a houseful. I want to have family dinners every night. I want what I dreamed about when I was little. All of that’s gone now. When I was a little girl I wanted my parents to tuck me in every single night, they tell me they love me before I fell asleep. I wanted to sit around a table and say grace every night with my family. I wanted to grow up, graduate form collage and live the perfect life. I wanted a very attractive wife. Of course I knew I was gay when I was little. That’s the reason my mother left, then my dad figured he had nothing holding him back from the open road. All he needed was his guitar and a tour bus. I can’t blame my self. I tried to blame Kyla once. She is older then me. I figured she could stop our family from drifting apart. I guess I was wrong. I looked at Tory as I let a silent tear fall. I had cried so much I thought I couldn’t anymore.