No Looking Back

A/N-I own nothing. All of this belongs to The N or whoever created it

Summary: My life sucks. You have no idea. I have more problems than most 17 year olds should.

"Spencer get down here!" I hear my dad yell.

I groan. I hate when he gets mad. I wonder what I did this time. Probably something stupid like get and F on a test. I mean I'm smart it's just...sometimes I slip up ya know? But I don't think my dad will see it that way.

"Coming!" I shout back. I know this isn't going to be fun. I've just got to think about something good, something happy. Only one thing pops to mind. Ashley.

I walk into the kitchen to find my dad glaring at me. "Spencer your school just called." He says.

I see him slowly taking off his rings, eyeing me. No. I need to go now.

"They said you got a detention for acting out in class." He continues. Oh yeah. I forgot.

"What the hell were you thinking!? Acting out in class! You know better than that! We raised you better than that!" Uh oh. Here it comes. Think Ashley. Think Ashley.

So you're probably wondering what the hell is going on. Well here's the story. I have two brothers. One named Glen and the other Clay. Glen's and ass but I know he'll always be there to watch my back. He's a huge basketball star at our school. Clay is so cool. He's smart and fun to be around. He's black. He's my adopted brother. Glen and he are really different but they love each other. And me...I'm Spencer Carlin, 17 years old, blonde, blue eyes and pretty smart. My mom is Paula. She's and emergency room nurse at the local hospital in LA, where we live by the way. My dad is a psychiatrist but you wouldn't think that with the way he treats me.

Yea...he hits me. Only me. Not my brothers or even my mom, just me. But the weird part is no one in my family knows about it. You would think they would because they would notice marks on my face or arms but I just blame it on cheerleading. I'm a cheerleader yea I know gross, but I do it just so I have something to do. But you figure I could get hurt cheerleading you know with all the girls swing their arms and throwing them up in the air, I'm bound to get hit in the face. So I blame it on that. The rest of the marks are on places you can't see with clothes on so you never notice it.

So I go to King High. I'm pretty popular I guess. I have a lot of friends but only a few I totally and completely trust. Those people are Kyla, Aiden, Chelsea, and Ashley. Kyla is Ashley's half sister. Chelsea I my brother Clay's girlfriend and Aiden is Kyla's boyfriend. Ashley is……gay. So you probably want the story on her.

Her dad died about 4 months ago and then she found out she had a half sister, Kyla. At first they hated each other but now they get along great. Just like sisters. And yea Ashley is gay. I found out the day I met her when people ridiculed me for hanging with her. I didn't care because the truth is I'm gay too. Only those select people I mentioned earlier know. You would think Ashley and I are together because we are both gay right? Wrong. We flirt but she sleeps around with a lot of other girls and I just don't want to be another one. So we're just friends.

Now back to the present.

"I'm sorry Dad! I'll do better I promise!" I said. He was walking closer and closer with each passing second.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!

"Oh really? Well this will teach you to never act out in class again." He says bringing back his arm. He makes a fist and swings all the way through.

I can feel it but I'm trying to block it out. I'm against the wall and he's punching me everywhere. My face, chest, and stomach. It hurts so badly but I just think of Ashley. She makes me happy.

After a few minutes her walks out of the house cursing under his breath. I hear his car drive out of the driveway and then I know I'm alone.

I go upstairs to my room to see the damage. I take off my shirt and look in the mirror. I can see parts of my chest starting to turn black and blue. Same with my stomach. On my face I have a black eye and a cut on my cheek. How am I going to explain this to my friends? I want so badly to tell someone. I just want someone to hold me and tell me its okay. Someone like Ashley.

I think its time to tell someone about this.

I get in my car and drive over to Ashley's. She might not even be home considering I didn't call or anything. When I get there I see her car so she must be home. I get out and walk up the sidewalk to her door. I ring the doorbell and wait and sure enough she answers's it with a smile.

Her smile fades though as soon as she sees my state. I didn't even bother to clean up so there's blood on my face still.

"Spence what happened to you?" She asks in a worried voice

"Can I, uh, come in?" I ask timidly

"What? Oh yea come in baby girl."

She leads me up to her room and sits me down on the bed.

"Spencer…..who did this to you?"

I clear my throat and get ready to finally tell someone about this. "My dad got mad and……" I trail off…….I can't even say it.

"Spence he didn't……" I think she knows. I just nod as an answer. "WHAT!" she yells standing up. I quickly stand up with her, instantly regretting it because it hurt. I wince and sit back down. Ashley immediately forgets her anger to help me. "What? What's wrong does it hurt?" she asks.

"Yea all over." I say motioning to my body.

"I'm so sorry baby. I can't believe he would even do this to you. How long has this been going on?"

"About a month after we moved here……."

"Oh my gosh Spence why didn't you say anything?"

I sigh "I don't know. I should have and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I just…….didn't know how to tell you….or anyone"

She sits down and hugs me. I wince and she instantly pulls back. "Let's get you cleaned up." She takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. She gets a first aid kit and sits me on the counter.

"Okay Spence let's see" she says looking intently at the cut on my face. She starts treating the cut and puts a bandage on it when she's done.

"Now you said it hurts all over? Where exactly?"

I take off my shirt much to her surprise and she looks like she's about to cry when she sees the bruises. I just look at the ground.

"Oh Spence" she says so softly. She lets a tear fall. I wipe it away with my finger.

"Ash don't cry. Please don't cry." I whisper to her

"Sorry Spencer I just……how could someone hit their child? Especially you…."

"Ha especially me? Ash I had it coming. I always did."

"How can you say that!?" She says raising her voice a little then instantly softening. "Spencer you don't deserve this and don't say you do. Spence no one deserves this……especially you. Don't sell yourself short."

I don't know why I did it but I just felt so good at that moment and it was all because of her. I leaned in and captured her lips with mine.

Author's note-hey guys R&R more will be up soon