Ashley: "Now I’m debating to call a couple of my buddies who have done hard time or just calling the police, but I also know some overly protective cops on the force that would love nothing better than to make sure you never harm another person in your life." I tell the creep that is still somewhat lathargic.

Travis: "What?" He says groggily. He looks at his rists and realizes his predicament. "You fucking cunt, you don’t know anyone." He spits at me. He misses and I kick him hard in the thigh giving him a dead leg.

Ashley: "I’m Raife Davies’ daughter. I fucking know everyone, bitch. And they all love me. So you’re fucked." I walk away and look for my phone. I find it and pick it up. "You fucking broke my phone." I kick him in the chest and hear a crack. "Oops, that must have hurt. Doesn’t feel to good now does it. Maybe you shouldn’t do it to other people." I lecture him. He actually starts to cry. "You’re kidding right. What a pansy. I can’t believe you’re crying. Now where’s you’re phone, you cock-sucker?" I ask heartlessly.

Right on que his phone starts going off. I reach into his cargo pant pocket next to his knee and pull out his phone. I read ‘My little bitch calling…’ I can only assume it’s Spencer so I answer it. 

Ashley: "Hello?" I say starting to cough

Spencer: "Who’s this?" She sounds irritated.

Ashley: "It’s Ash. I have to call you back I need to call an ambulance, I’m coughing up blood. I think that’s bad. Bye" I hang up with out waiting for a response.

I call 911 telling the I had the shit beat out of me and needed an ambulance and where I was. They asked me if I needed police assistance. I ask the very kind lady if she could patch me through to Officer Carlson. She patches me through right away and I tell Carlson all that went down and Carlson said that they, they being Carlson and partner, would be there right away to handle the situation. I must have passed out because the next thing I know I’m in the hospital with an IV in my arm and a Spencer holding my hand.