"Oh holly fucking shit," Ashley moaned as she arched into the air. Her hands were holding tightly to the covers as she rode out her orgasm. It was intense; this girl was experienced, unlike the last girl. Once she had come down from her high the petite blond between her legs was crawling up her body like a cat on the prowl. She kissed Ashley on the lips and tried to snuggle but Ashley moved away. She got out of her bed and looked at the girl. When she first started doing this to girls again she had felt bad for them. Now it was so normal to her she had no feelings. Yeah deep down somewhere she always felt bad, but it wasn't for them… it was for herself. She felt bad for herself because she let herself care so much about a person that the person had the ability to rip her world apart with a simple action, or a set of words. But she pretended that nothing happened. She moved on, she poured all the sadness, all the hurt, all the anger in her songs.
Yeah Ashley Davies, daughter of Raife Davies was following in her fathers footsteps and becoming a singer/song writer. She was already rich from the money her father had left her after her died, but now she was one of the most famous artists in the world. She had albums out in places she couldn't even pronounce. So now she had her father's fortune, and her own. You would think that she would be happy, she has everything anyone could ever want, but she's miserable. The one thing she actually wants she doesn't have. So she has to settle with drinking her pain away, getting so high she forgets her problems, and having mind blowing sex night after night. "Look Stacey, you're a nice girl and everything," says Ashley going through the motions she goes through every morning with all the girls, "but I'm not looking to cuddle, or be in a relationship, you were just a good fuck," she says, "nothing else. You mean nothing to me, besides I'll probably tell my friends about how good you are in bed," she finished. The blond looked at her, no emotion on her face, "Fine. I get it Ash," she says and Ashley hangs her head because that's what Spencer used to call her. "And you know I don't mind, but one day you're gonna come a across a girl that does, and you're gonna brake her heart. I don't know who broke yours, but whoever it is you need to talk to them. Because you're pathetic. You're like a ghost, a shell even," she says as she finished getting dressed. She walked over to the door and before she left she looked over her shoulder, "and thanks by the way. I always like to hear how good I am," she said before walking out of the room of the huge house.
Ashley sighed as she walked back to her bed. She fell down spread across it still naked. She felt tears roll down her face and she fell into full blown crying. She missed Spencer so much. After five years you'd think she would be able to move on, but Spencer was her life, she is still her life, Spencer still runs her life. No matter what she does it had to do with Spencer in some way. You wanna know something sad too, she has even started listening to country music, well not many but just one song particularly 'Whiskey Lullaby'. Right now he artist slips her mind but it sums up the way she feels in a nut shell.
She
put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette 1st
Chorus (Sing
lullaby) The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed
herself
She broke
his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him
drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get
drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night...
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And
finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was
bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We
found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said
I'll love her til I die
And when we buried him beneath the
willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her
breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But
she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the
night...
2nd
Chorus
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And
finally drank away his memory is short but this time it was
bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We
found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture
for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While
the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby)
She didn't really want to kill herself, and she was sure Spencer wouldn't do that, but it seemed to fit her life pretty well.
"Yes! David get Lionel on line one," shouted Spencer Carlin, Executive Editor, and also a writer for LA Times. "Yes ma'am, but Miss Carlin, there is a Kyla Woods on line two wishing to speak with you," she says to the blond that had her hands on her hips and in serious work mode. "Kyla? Oh ok tell her to hold on," she said as she walked to her desk hitting the button that said 'line two' and that talking into her blue tooth.
"Hey Kyla?"
"Spencer? Spencer Carlin? Do you know how hard it is to get you on the phone?" asked the girl on the phone.
"Says the big time actress," Spencer said with a smile.
"Yes well... I try. So what have you been up too? We haven't talked in forever," Kyla says in her usual chipper voice.
"Work as usual. That's all I do now-a-days. I try to keep busy," she says.
"Yeah I know what you mean. So... have you talked to Ashley?" she asked.
Spencer froze and she was silent for a little while, "No, I uh I haven't. Not since... well not in a while," she said barely able to get her words out. She hadn't spoken to Ashley since prom night. Sure Ashley had tried to call her but she had never called back. She had been meaning to but never did and after a while the calls stopped and the only way she ever saw Ashley was on TV. "Have you?" she asked.
Kyla chuckled, "No. She refuses everyone's calls. Her mother tried to call, but she won't answer. No surprise there. I try to call and her manager hangs up on me, Aiden has even tried and she won't talk to him either. She's completely cut us off. The only thing I hear about her os from the tabloids and stuff like that,"' said the brunette.
Spencer nodded even though she knew Kyla couldn't see her, "Yeah how is Aiden by the way. You two still happily married?" Spencer asked.
"Yes, and we have two wonderful kids. But of course plying for the Lakers keeps him gone most of the time. But you know how that goes, after all Glen plays for them too, doesn't he?" the brunette asked.
"Yeah actually he does. We don't see much of him either he..." Spencer was interrupted when David popped his head back in, "Alice is here. She's got an interview she wants you to cover, something about to important for any of these fuck ups to do," he said. Spencer gave him a look of shock at his language. "Those were her words," he said before slipping back out of the room. "Look Kyla, I got to go. My boss is here. I'll call you later, we'll get together," she said before hanging up and her boss Alice comes flying in. "Spencer, I have the perfect job for you. Ashley Davies! We finally got a spot to do an interview, and I don't trust those idiots to handle her. She is way to important, but I trust you. And I won't take no for an answer," she said as Spencer tried to protest. She quickly walked out of the room and left a startled, and terrified Spencer in her wake. Spencer felt like she was gonna have a heart attack. She was gonna have to go see Ashley, and talk to her, get the scoop of what's been goin on in her life. "God... I need a drink," she muttered.
