A/N- hey you guys. I'm back!. lol. writers block keeps popping in, but I decided to post this up, there's two more chapters already written, and I'm attempting to continue, but I decided to jus post it now, reviews are always nice :)
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ASHLEY'S POV
Ashley Davies; Rock star. Party girl.
That's all I was to anyone now.
But that wasn't me.
Not anymore.
Why?, because of a girl.
Because of Spencer Carlin.
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After about four months of dating, Spencer looks over at me, "I think I'm falling."
I tried to keep it together while inside, fireworks went off.
"And I'm right here to catch you." because in truth, I had already fallen for the blonde laying next to me.
She knew that. She didn't need me to say it.
She snuggled into me and whispered, "you're the only one I'd want to catch me."
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She told me she couldn't date a partier.
So I gave it up.
I had to leave her for six months, and I hated it. I hated that I couldn't say goodbye, I hated that Kyla told me she was miserable, I hate that it has to be six months. And I hate that she doesn't even know. I wish she could know I love her, and I didn't leave our relationship. Ethan told Kyla not to tell Spencer where I was, and they cut me off from communication here, because they think it'll set something off in me to relapse.
I needed to keep focused on Spencer. She is the reason I'm doing this. She wants me to get better. I need to get through it. I'm going to get through it, for her, for us.
She didn't like the lifestyle I was leading because it was dangerous.
And she was right.
I was a heavy drinker, and I was sometimes caught up in drugs. It was unhealthy and extremely dangerous.
Sometimes I'd wake up in random places and forget where I was.
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I woke up in the hospital where she was crying next to me, it was the most painful thing I'd ever seen. Spencer was broken, and I couldn't even fix it.
When she saw I was awake she almost had a fit, so many emotions passed through her face, and I guess the message was sent to her arm to slap me.
"Ashley, how the fuck could you do that to me?" she screamed, voice raspy and tears flowing from her eyes.
Then her face was nuzzled into my neck, she broke down. I couldn't find my voice to tell her I was sorry, or that I love her. My arms were attached to IV's and were immobile.
"Don't you EVER do that to me again Ashley Davies, or I swear…" she said into my shoulder.
I wish I could move my fucking arms to hold her. I finally found my voice to respond. "I'm so sorry Spencer. I love you. I-" I was cut off by her lips.
She pulled away and her eyes almost burnt a hole through my head. "Please, don't do that to me again, I can't take it."
That's when I decided to go to rehab. Paula came in and told me I could have died if Aiden didn't find me in time, which only made Spencer cry more.
I hated seeing her cry.
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