It’s a couple days before New Years Eve and Travis is in jail waiting his trail and Spencer and I are, well, I don’t know what we are exactly. We’ve been to busy trying to get every thing settled with the Travis situation. We both gave Carlson our statements. Until yesterday I had no idea how horribly Travis had treated Spencer. She had me sit with her when she gave her statement.

A Couple Days Ago:

Ashley: "…and that’s when I called 911. I must have passed out cuz when I woke up it was three months later in the hospital." I finished giving my statement and Carlson finished scribbling it down. Spencer was sitting next to me holding my hand that wasn’t broken and in a cast. She squeezed it a little when I finished. I turned and looked at her and smiled. 

Carlson: "OK that’s all I need from you Ashley. We already have the photos of all your injuries that he inflicted from the hospital so you are free to go." He smiled.

Spencer: "D-detective. W-would it b-be ok if Ash stayed for mine." She stuttered. Since everything that has happened she has developed a slight stutter. The doctor say it’s stress induced. 

Carlson: "If that’s whst you would like." Spencer just nodded in responce. "Ok that’s fine. We have to take some pictures of all your injuries, I’ll send in Officer Sisk to take pictures."

He existed the room and I turned to Spencer and she is shaking a little. So I hug her and rub her back. Telling her that she is brave and she would do ok. Then a woman who looked to be about 25 with strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes came in with a camera. 

Sisk: "I’m Officer Sisk. You can call me Kris though." She holds out her hand and we both shake her hand. "Ok this is where it gets a little difficult. Spencer I’m going to need to know where you have all your injuries. You can just point them out if you would like." She said with a small smile trying to comfort her.

Spencer: "A-anything t-that is b-bruised is f-from T-travis." She said lifting up her shirt. When she had it half way up I gasped. She finished taking off her shirt and revealed a black lacy bra. If I wasn’t so horrified I’d totally take this time to check her out but she had giant bruises all up and down her back. Kris started to take pictures of her different shades of bruising. Some were older and greenish and some were more fresh and purple. Kris had her turn and face me and I looked down at her body and on the front was even more bruising. I realized I was staring and looked up into the scared ocean blue’s looking at me.