Hey! This is a warning, the story does deal with rape, so if it'd going to upset you, I wouldn't read it.

"Ash, I'm back, are you home?"

I placed my backpack down on the floor and waited for Ashley to come bounding out, or at least to yell some sort of reply from the other room. I frowned slightly when none came; she had specifically told me not to take my time coming home in that rather excitable phone call I had received at lunch today.

I wandered over to our bedroom making note of the mess that had sprung up around the loft since I left. Since Kyla was now spending all of her time at Aiden's there wasn't anyone in during the day to pick up after Ashley as she went about her business, sometimes it was like living with a child.

Sighing I picked up one of Ashley's discarded t-shirts that was hanging on the lamp and folded it up as I made my way into the bedroom.

"Ash?"

"SHIT! SPENCE! Shit, shit, shit!"

I gasped as I took in the sight of the room. Rose petals covered every surface and a bouquet lay on the pillows of the bed, piles of chocolate covered strawberries sat on plates on the dresser and candles cast a comforting glow over everything including my gorgeous girlfriend.

All this information managed to process in my brain a split second before Ashley crashed into me, knocking me out the room and causing me to throw the t-shirt onto the floor.

"You weren't supposed to see that yet!" she groaned wrapping her arms round me and burying her face into the crook of my neck, "You always ruin my surprises."

"What's all this? And I am sorry but you should learn to listen out more," I chuckled rolling my eyes and hugging her back. Her lips found mine and she gave me a chaste kiss before pulling back, her chocolate eye's twinkling.

"I have some good news! Madison's single just made top ten! Making this my fifth consecutive hit!"

"Babe that's fantastic!" I smile and pepper her face with kisses. I laugh as she tries in vain to try and capture my lips with her own,

"But what's with the great romantic gesture in there?" I say waving an arm towards the bedroom.

"Well, since I'm so amazingly successful, I thought would treat my girlfriend to an amazing night in."

She pressed her lips to mine and coaxed them into a longing kiss. I responded immediately to her mouth as she ran her tongue across my bottom lip, begging for access. Our tongues battled for dominance but Ashley soon gained the upper hand as usual so I relinquished control and allowed myself to get lost in the feel of her body as it pressed more forcefully into mine, her hands trailing down to my ass. I felt her pull away, groaning I tried to keep us together, nipping her lips in warning. I felt her lips twist into a smirk as she leant back.

"Now, now Spencer," She chastised, shaking her head "There will be plenty of time for this later, however, I ordered your favourite from Tony's and it should be ready for collection about now."

"Do you know how much I love you?" I sighed. Tony's was a little restaurant about a 5 minute walk from our loft. Tony did the nicest pastas I've ever eaten and his Lasagne was to die for and one of my favourite foods at the moment.

"I hope it's a lot, the effort I go to for you," Ashley smirked cheekily, bumping me with her hip.

"Shut up." I hooked my fingers into her belt loops and pulled, causing her to crash into me and our lips to come forcibly together.

"Mmm Spence, I love it when you want me." She moaned, giving me a wink and starting to kiss down my jaw.

"How about I pick up the food babe? You can change into something more, comfortable, while I'm gone" I breathed as she nibbled at my neck.

"You sure?"

"Yep, I'll walk it, so I can - ahh – work up an appetite" She was nipping at my pulse point, I was going to have to go now, or we'd never make it out the loft. She growled as I stepped back, ceasing her assault on my neck.

"Fine!" she huffed and took a running dive to the couch, "Oomph! You had better be quick; your ass is mine Carlin!"

I enjoy walking at night, I always have. I love the how the cool night air flows cross your skin, and how everything seems so much prettier when lit up at night.

The walk to Tony's is fairly straight forward, following the road down until you reach the small cluster of restaurants and small stores that you make wonder how they even exist in this play area of the rich. Our food is packaged and waiting for us when I get there, much to my pleasure, I pay quickly (with a very generous tip of course) and leave. I just want to get home and spend the night eating a few of my favourite things…

"Hey you, bitch!"

This guy steps out of the alley I'm passing. His bulking form blocks my path and he glowers at me, looking me up and down, a sneer dancing across his face. This isn't good, I know this isn't good. I take a few steps back knowing that I don't want to be close to him, I need to find a way to leave so I start heading off around him refusing to meet his eyes.

"I was talking to you slut. What you got there?"

Fuck.

He makes a grab for my arm. I stumble out the way, just. Or I thought I had. He has a hold of my purse.

"Just...just take it." I stammer.

"That's not all I want Blondie."

Oh shit. He grabs me, this time I didn't have time to react.

"Get off me!"

I get dragged forcefully into the alley.

"Get off! Let go!"

"Shut up bitch!"

He slams me against the wall. Sharp pain erupts in front of my eyes, I must have hit my head hard. The rough brickwork is cold and scratching my back. He leans forward. Licking his lips and keeping me pinned. I try to struggle and he just holds me harder.

"Please,"

I'm begging. He sneers again. I lash out, kick him in the knee. He grunts and punches me straight in the stomach. Shit. I can't breathe. Searing pain shoots through my abdomen. He hits me again. I'm gasping. I can't remember ever being in such pain. I'm vaguely aware he is reaching down. I feel my jeans being yanked off. No. Please.

"Stop!" I'm sobbing now.

"Be quiet, or I'll smash your head into the wall bitch"

Tears completely blur my vision. I cry out but no ones around. I seem him undo his own pants as he rips off my underwear. I barely register what's going on. He looks into my eyes one last time before I slam them shut.

I have one last lucid thought before my brain starts screaming.

Ashley.

Ashley frowned and looked at the clock on the wall. Spencer had been gone half an hour, almost double the time it usually takes her. Ashley got up from the couch where she'd been sprawled since Spencer had left, not so patiently awaiting her girlfriends return.

"Where's my stupid phone!" Ashley hissed in frustration as she routed round the mess she'd left all over the loft. I'm going to have to start learning how to tidy, she thought to herself as she dug in the pockets of the pair of jeans she'd thrown off this morning.

"AHA!" she cheered out loud upon finding it, but a frown creased her brow when she saw she had no messages. Where was Spencer?

As if on cue her phone began to ring. Ashley snapped the phone to her ear.

"Spencer! Where are you?"