'And in more recent news, rock star Ashley Davies was caught in the middle of another celebrity party. Reports say that Davies was out of control as she engaged in yet another drunken, and no doubt high, sexcapade…'

Ashley sighed and shut off the TV, slamming the remote down on the kitchen counter. Her PA jumped at the unexpected noise but quickly went back to what he was doing.

"I don't get it Max." she sighed and perched on a stool. Max shrugged as Ashley's parents came in to the kitchen.

"Have you seen the news Ashley?" Christine said. She was a snob and Ashley hated that they were related. Her father was too chilled to care about what went on between the mother and daughter. All he did was bring in the money. All Christine did was look after the family's image.

"Mom,"

"We have had enough Ashley. Your partying has gone too far now. We understand that you work hard and want to party even harder, but enough is enough." Ashley stood with a blank expression on her face for a few moments. There wasn't really a lot her parents could do to her. She had enough money that she didn't have to stay at home, she just couldn't be bothered to move out and all the money that Ashley did have, was her own. He had worked for it and earned it just like her father had.

"So?"

"So I found loopholes in the legal system and I have frozen your bank account. You will only be allowed a certain amount to live on each week."

"Is that it?" Ashley asked and breathed a sigh of relief. For a second she thought that they would take away her car.

"We are sending you to England. You are only seventeen and we are still legally responsible for you. We have bought you a house and we will pay for everything but groceries. You are staying there for the next eight months." Her mother said plainly

"And what do you plan to tell my fans and the press?" she spat while her world fell apart. She had friends here that she would be lost without.

"That we have sent you to rehab to clean up your act. We are going to tell them that you want to be the best that you can be for your fans and a role model for the younger ones." Christine turned to walk out and as she went she said, "You leave in two days."

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Ashley got out of the car that had driven her to her destination and was immediately hit with a blast of cold winter air. She shivered and closed the door, heading round to the back of the car to get her luggage from the driver.

She waited for him to drive away before she dared to take a look at the house that she would be staying in for the next few months. When she finally did turn around, she was pleasantly surprised by what she saw.

A small cottage was sat on its own with ivy climbing the old stone walls and around the wooden doors and windows. The cottage had a small garden that was sectioned off with a short stone wall that had moss growing on it. Ashley smiled to herself. She thought that it was like something from a movie with the lonely cottage in the middle of nowhere and the muddy field of cows behind her.

Sighing, she picked up as many of her bags as she could carry and made her way towards the house. She had stopped resisting the idea of being here on the plane. She knew that over the last year she had become out of control. She had a drug addiction and she was very close to having an alcohol addiction. Ashley didn't like that she woke up in a different bed or had someone different in her own bed each morning but she just couldn't bring herself to stop. This is definitely what Ashley needed.

After a few hours of laborious unpacking, Ashley went to her fridge to get a snack. She liked to know where everything was and she liked things being tidy which was why she unpacked straight away. She reached the fridge and opened it, hopeful to find some form of food. Anything.

But she only found disappointment. She checked all of the cupboards and storage spaces she could find in the small traditional kitchen but sighed in defeat when she only found a few crumbs and dust bunnies from the previous owners.

Ashley remembered noticing what looked like a shop about five minutes down the road so she decided to head out in to the icy weather once more. She pulled on her jacket and her aviators in case anyone noticed her around here. She thought it was a little early to deal with the paparazzi stalking her every move.

On her short walk, Ashley had come to the conclusion that if she was going to be part of a massacre; it would be while she was in England. All the houses were about five miles apart, there was no one out walking about and she had no signal.

When she walked in the door of the quaint little shop a bell rang. Ashley jumped at the noise.

"Steady on there my lover." The man behind the counter laughed as Ashley clutched her chest. "Anyone would think you never heard a bell before." He walked out towards the back room, still chuckling to himself. Ashley figured that he was going to get his chainsaw to start the England chainsaw massacre.

With this new found information, she quickly gathered some things she thought she would want for her dinner and paid. She chuckled at the fact that there were three shelves dedicated to about nine different types of tea.

Something only the British would do, she thought.

On her way out, she noticed a woman hauling huge sacks of something in to her car which Ashley recognised as a Range Rover. She laughed again at how stereotypical England was turning out to be. She had only been her for a few hours and she was enjoying herself. Ashley was bemused that she could have fun without getting drunk or having sex. The fact that she was having fun alone was enough to blow her mind.

She walked over to the blonde woman, noticing her perky ass in the tight jeans she was wearing. Ashley wasn't expecting what she saw when the woman wearing rubber boots, tight jeans and a baggy jacket turned around to pick up the next bag.

Ashley was looking in to the deepest blue eyes she thought she had ever seen. The girls face was so beautiful and the freckles that were barely visible made her look adorable. The blonde smiled and showed a perfect row of white teeth. Ashley definitely didn't expect someone who lived in the country and wore rubber boots to look after themselves the way this woman obviously did.

"Are you going to stand around here and gawk at me all day honey, or are you going to pass me another sack of that feed?" her accent was different to the few other peoples that she had spoken to. Instead of being broad, strange and hard to understand, she spoke every syllable clearly but it did have a slight slur to it.

Ashley put her bag down and went to pick up another bag. She didn't realise that they would be so heavy. The blonde girl was moving them without a problem. She laughed at Ashley and took the bag from her.

"You're new around here aren't you?" Ashley nodded. "Are you a mute?" she laughed. It was a contagious laugh that made you smile. Ashley smiled

"Sorry, I'm a little overwhelmed by this place. I only got here a few hours ago." She said quickly.

"No worries. Sometimes fresh air has that effect on people. I'm Spencer Carlin by the way." She held out her hand after she had thrown another sack of feed in the back. Ashley took it and smiled

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Ashley"

"You don't have a last name?"

"I do," they laughed. "But I would rather stay under the radar for now."

"Famous?" Ashley nodded. "That's ok, a bunch of famous people come around here to get away from it all." They stood in silence for a few moments. It was surprisingly comfortable. Ashley already liked the company of the blonde. "I had better get back to the farm, my mum will be wondering where I am."

"Ok, see you around Spencer."

"You too Ashley, it was great meeting you. If you want to pop by some time, just follow the road up there a little, past that tiny cottage that's all alone," Ashley's cottage. "And just keep going for about a mile." She waved and climbed in to her car.

Ashley picked up her bag and headed back towards her cottage. She wondered if she would go and visit the blonde. She wondered if she could run in to her again. She wondered if she should get a pair of those rubber boots after all, Spencer had made them look good so Ashley probably could.

She climbed in to bed, happy about her day. As she drifted away, Ashley thought about being killed but some freak with a chainsaw but the image that stayed in her mind was the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen.