"Ashley? Alcohol?" I sputtered.
"I'm surprised you're surprised." Ashley replied with that evil grin of hers. I love it.
She downed the rest of her drink. Of course I didn't want to be out done, so I did the same.
"Want to go dance?" It wasn't really a question because before I could reply she was dragging me to the center of the dance floor.
"Ash I don't want to..." My head was spinning. I don't take alcohol very well it seems.
"Okay fine. Then I'm going to dance with Madison." She teased. I tried my best to dance with her. Really, I did. But I kept getting this feeling that someone was watching us.
Being a little tipsy, I decided to voice this concern to Ashley. "Is someone watching us?"
"Nope." She said without hesitation.
"No, seriously Ashley." I was a little frustrated that she wasn't listening to me.
"It's just the alcohol Spence. Obviously it makes you paranoid." Ashley said half-joking.
"And obviously it makes you a bitch." With that, I stormed off. A little harsh? Maybe. But I was getting dizzy. I sat back at our table, surprised that Ashley hadn't followed me. I looked over the crowd for her. Oh, she was just dancing with Madison.
Wait a second...
Dancing with Madison?! What the hell?
Now when I say dancing, I don't just mean dancing. I mean full on bumping and grinding. To say the least, I was not happy.
Now fueled by jealousy and the first drink I had, I made my way to the bar for another drink. I downed a shot and asked for another.
"Spencer maybe you should slow down." The blonde bartender, who's name I can't remember right now, told me.
I responded by making a gesture towards Ashley and Madison.
"Oh." And with that she gave me another shot.
By now I was pretty much trashed. As I explained before, I don't take alcohol very well. I wasn't acting very Spencer-like, but I wasn't feeling very Spencer-like watching Ashley and Madison dance.
Madison must have been seriously shit-faced to be dancing with Ashley like that.
Just as I was thinking that, something happened that made me lose it. Ashley started whispering in Madison's ear. And you all know what kind of whispering I mean. The lets-make-out-in-a-corner kind of whispering. I had had enough. I made a beeline for the back exit.
How could Ashley do this to me? The dancing I could handle. But if she was planning on doing more with Madison, who by the way is "dating" my brother, then I couldn't handle that. She's my girlfriend. Or was.
I continued down the alley, making my way to the bustling LA street when I got that feeling again. The someone-is-watching-me feeling. Maybe Ash was right, alcohol was making me paranoid. I turned around.
"Hello? Is any..." I slurred. "...one there?" Suddenly I had the urge to go back into the club, away from the eerie feeling. I tried opening a door, but he was there. He pushed the door closed and looked at me.
"Hello Spencer." He said menacingly, in a way I've never heard him talk before. I felt myself immediately sober up.
"Hey. What do you want?" It came out harsher than I intended. And that's when it happened. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck.
"You." Was his only reply.
"Stop it! Get off! I thought you understood we can only be friends!" I shouted at him. He could hear the worry in my voice.
"Don't worry Spence. I know you were lying. I know you want to be with me."
"I'm with Ashley." I whispered. Even though I said it quietly, it angered him. He punched me as hard as he could in the stomach.
"Don't ever say that name. Ever again. Do you understand me?" I wasn't about to give in. It would just give him what he wanted.
"I'm...with...Ashley!" I said again, only louder and over pronounciating each word. "I'm not afraid of you."
I guess that was my biggest mistake right there. He punched me again in the stomach and I toppled over in pain. He kicked my stomach and back before finally throwing me up against the wall again.
"Who do you want to be with?" Sure, I was mad at Ashley. No, I was pissed off. But it scared me that I'd never get the chance to tell her that I love her. Yeah, I love her.
"Ashley." I boldly said again. This time, he punched me in the face. I fell to the ground and immediately put my hand to my newly fat lip.
That's when he really snapped. He continually kicked and punched me, while asking who I wanted to be with.
"Who do you want to be with? I swear to God if you say her name or if I ever see you with her again I will hurt you. And if you tell anybody what is happening you can consider yourself dead. Do you understand me Spencer?"
I was scared. Really, really scared. I just nodded.
"So, again, I ask. Who do you want to be with?"
"Not you." I was to afraid to say her name, but I didn't want to completely give in.
"Wrong answer." My world went black.
