AU Prison Spashley

Ashley's POV

As I carry my bed sheets and a change of clothes, a guard guides me to my cell where I'll be staying for the rest of my life. All around there are girls shouting, cheering, and whistling at me. They all stare at me like I'm a piece of meat and want to get a hold of me as quick as possible, as to claim me. They all want to brand me as their own, but what they don't know is that I'm already claimed. My body and soul belongs to only one person.

We don't walk too far before reaching the cell where I am dropped off and locked in forever. My cellmate is sitting on her bed, reading what looks like the Bible. Either somebody roughed her up or she was born that way. I slowly move to towards my bunk and put my new belongings on the top. She stares at me quite eloquently as I move around, very little.

I decide to be the first one to say something. I say in my version of a tough voice, "Hey."

She closes her book and nods back at me. She ascends from her bunk to place the book back on her well-organized bookshelf. I glance at the books and can't help notice how they're in alphabetical order. Her bunk is perfectly made. Everything is in perfect order. This is making me sick. I'm not even this disciplined.

I lean my body against the wall and fold my arms. I stare at her, waiting for her next move, gesture or word. She reaches out her hand to shake mine. I shake her hand, hoping that will get me in good with her. She says, "Names Kyla."

"Ashley." I release her hand and fold mine back with my other.

She clears her throat and looks me straight in the eye. I'm sort of intimidated by her appearance and her eyes scare me beyond belief right now. She eases up a bit and asks, "So what are you in for?"

I clearly say, "Murder?"

She chuckles at that, making me feel embarrassed for some odd reason. I ask, "What is so funny?"

She shrugs her shoulders while maintaining her smile. She says, "I don't know. You just don't look like someone who would kill somebody."

Okay. Let me get this all cleared up. I may be small, but I'm mighty. My nickname in school used to be Pikachu because I was extremely small, but when I got angry, I could be a bolt of lightening. I also take care of myself, which could come off as me being a princess, but I'm really not.

I admit, "I did."

She gasps, "No way. How? Why?"

"Why are you so interested?"

She waits a few seconds to calm herself down. She's acting like she's never heard an interesting story before. She says, "Details."

I look up at the ceiling to get my thoughts together. I go off in a trance, but I begin my story. I say, "Well, if you want to know the whole story, then it started back when I was five."

I met Spencer, my girlfriend, in Kindergarten and I instantly fell in love with her.We used to play dress up and house and all that good stuff. We were absolute best friends—attached at the hip.

We maintained that friendship until we finally confessed our real feelings towards each other. We were about 15, I think. We really loved each other, but we broke it off when we went to college. The long-distance relationship didn't work out for us, but I was still so in love with her. We stayed friends, on account that we keep in contact as much as possible. Not a problem.

A couple years down the road, she told me she found someone. I, of course, was absolutely devastated, but I had to show her I was happy and accepted that we were no longer together.

I went to visit her a couple months ago, for the summer, and she was beyond thrilled to see me. The moment she laid her eyes on me, she created a smile so wide and so perfectly assembled. She immediately ran up to me and hugged me with all her might. I returned the gesture, with all my might, but I must've touched the wrong body part because she groaned out in pain. I directly pulled myself away from her asking, "What? What's wrong?"

She started to rub her arm, trying to ease the pain. She made a morose expression and an inexcusable lie. She said, "It's nothing. I just ran into a ledge the other day." She quickly showed the horrendous black and blue mark. It definitely wasn't a ledge.

I knew right then, that was just the beginning of the lies to come. Pretty soon, there were more and more black and blue marks on her body. It was scaring me beyond belief. I didn't think she was doing it to herself, but I couldn't believe she would want to take it from someone else.

A couple weeks later (and ago), over that visit, I asked her, "Who the hell is giving you all of these marks? I know they're not accidents."

She said innocently, "But they are. They were just accidents."

I yelled, "Spencer stop lying to me! Tell me what's going on. I care about you. I don't want to see you get hurt."

She made another excuse, "It's nothing. Would you stop worrying about it?"

I responded quickly, "I can't stop worrying about it. Everyday there's a new mark—a new story to hide what's really going on." She looked down at the ground. I asked quietly, "Is It Carmen?"

She didn't look at me. I knew it was Carmen doing this to her and I had to stop it. I yelled, "Why are you letting her do this to you? Why? You deserve so much better than that."

She scrunched her eyebrows and lied, "Because I love her."

I was totally confused. I asked, "How can you love someone who treats you like that? When you love someone, they're supposed to make you feel better, not tear you and your body apart." I paused. "When somebody loves you, they care about you and comfort you and make you feel safe."

Spencer didn't say anything. She looked deep into my eyes until I was finished expressing myself. She crashed into me, purposefully to lay her lips onto mine. I let her take control of me. Whatever she wanted to do, I allowed her to do it.

It felt so good and so right. It was such a powerful feeling, feeling her lips and her body the way that I used to. She broke away right after I got into the kiss. She said, "Well then I guess I still love you."

She started to return her lips back to where they were, but I stopped her. I said, "You need to do something about Carmen."

She said, "I can't do anything about it, Ashley. I'm scared out of my mind that if I break up with her, she'll kill me."

I put my hand on my forehead. I said, "I guess we'll figure something out then."

A couple days later, Spencer and I were hanging out at her place and Carmen decided to stop by. Well, I didn't know it was Carmen until she walked through the door with a grimace so strongly expressed.

Let me tell you, we weren't exactly in the best position possible when she entered into the room. Spencer and I were lying down on the couch, with her in my arms, watching a movie and we happened to fall asleep. Carmen was nothing short of thrilled when she saw us. She piercingly screamed, "Who the hell are you?" which startled us to the point of waking.

Spencer picked herself off of me and began to rub her eyes awake. She asked, "Carmen? What are you doing here?"

Carmen asked angrily, "I want to know what she's doing here." She pointed to me.

I walked straight up to her and threw my hand at her. I said, "I'm Ashley Davies. You could call me Spencer's better half, Spencer's girlfriend who actually cares about her or just Ashley will do." I created a smirk, which was quickly slapped off of me.

Her force caused me to hit the floor, creating an echoing thud throughout the room. Spencer screamed, "Carmen! Get the fuck out of here before I call the police!"

I looked at Carmen, waiting for her next move. She yelled at Spencer, "Are you screwing her behind my back?"

I got up, throwing my arms up to defend myself, pretending I was about to box her. I said slyly, "What if I am?"

She looked at Spencer, looking like she was about to kill her. That's what I was afraid of. She stormed towards Spencer and threw a punch at her, making her fall to the ground, motionless and seemingly unconscious. She said, "You piece of shit. Nobody disrespects me like that."

While she was creating her little wonderful speech, I looked out at the corner of my eye and saw a knife, anxiously waiting to be used. I ran to grab it and then ran towards where Carmen was standing over Spencer. I threw my arm around her neck, constricting her airwaves. I put the knife against her neck, slightly breaking the skin. I threatened, "You lay one more finger on her and your throat is going to become very friendly with this knife."

She tried to be a smart ass by kicking Spencer in the ribs, while I loosely had her by her neck. I was completely shocked she did that, considering my knife and I had control of her future. She said, "You think I'm afraid of you? Think again."

Before I knew it, I lodged the knife deep into her neck, puncturing blood vessels, allowing blood to ooze out. She instantly lost any control of her body, making me the only thing supporting her. I ejected the knife to view the blood covering its region. I let go of her and had to take a few steps back as her limp body fell to the floor. I was alarmed at what I had done. Before that point, I had never even thought of doing something like that, but it was for a good cause. I had to protect Spencer even if meant by killing somebody.

"So that's why I'm here," I say as I shrug my shoulders.

Kyla has her mouth open as wide as it can go. She says, "Wow. You must really love her."

I say seriously, "I do. I really do."

She sits on her bunk and ponders a little. She asks, "So was it worth it? I mean, does killing someone to protect a loved one and ending up in jail for life worth it? You're not going to see her much."

I assure, "It was totally worth it. She should be here in a couple days anyway because she killed her mom a few days back. And then we'll be able to spend so much time together."

She breathes out, "What? Why did she do that?"

I smile, "That's an even longer story."