"Spencer! Where are you?"
I tried to say something. Fuck. My mouth won't work. All I can do is sob. He ran off with my purse but I'd left my phone in my jeans pocket. I'd somehow managed to pick it out, a miracle considering how badly I was shaking and sobbing. I'm numb. Completely numb. But I managed to call Ashley. I need her. Shit. I'm going to be sick. I feel so dirty. I'm broken. Pain. Repulsion. Dirt. Ashley. Help.
I can hear her sobbing down the phone. What's going on? Shit. Fuck.
"Spencer! Spencer what's wrong? Where are you? What's happened? Shit, Spencer!"
"….A-Ash…"
"Spencer, I'm coming baby, I'm coming!"
I'm on my feet and sprinting towards the door, I can still here her sobbing on the phone. Something's wrong, I can tell something is wrong. Shit Davies! You need to get the gym more; you can't even run for fuck sake!
"Spencer where are you?" I pant, I hear her sobs suddenly punctuated by retching. Shit. What's going on, she's being sick. Oh god. Has she been attacked? Is she dying? Fuck. Run Davies, fucking run!
I finished throwing up. I'm a wreck. Help.
"A-ash" I manage to croak down the phone again.
"Baby, I'm coming, where are you? I swear I'm coming Spencer!"
I tried to tell her. It won't come out my mouth. I smell vomit, blood, sweat. I can taste his breathe, cigarettes, in my mouth. I'm cold. It's penetrating the numbness. I'm dirty. Where's Ashley. Shit.
"All-alley." I sob it out. I hope she understood. My hand is shaking so violently. I drop the phone. Everything goes black.
"All-alley." She sobs.
"Spencer? Where?" I hear a clatter. "Spencer?"
I'm panicking now, full on I can't breathe. I'm going to die kind of panic. I can't even hear her anymore. SHIT. Run Davies. Jesus. She needs me! I'm pounding down the sidewalk. Checking down every shadowed area I come across. I'm only a minutes from Tony's now, she has to be close. Dammit! Spencer! Wait, woah hold up Davies. Alley. What's that? Shit.
"SPENCER!"
It's her. Shit. Fuck. Is she dead? Oh no, oh no. She's sat there. Leaning against the wall. SHIT! I can see blood. Oh man.
"Spencer! Spencer!" She's not responding. Please God, don't let her be dead. BREATHING! SHE'S BREATHING!
Her jeans are round her ankles, where the fuck is her underwear? Oh. Oh no. She's been sick all over herself, there's blood on her face. I can't help it, I break down. Shit. How could anyone do this too her. Fuck.
"Spencer! Wake up Spence, it's me, I'm here baby, please wake up!"
I can hear my name. Someone's there. No. Not again. I can't go through this again. I lash out:
"NO, GET OFF, DON'T!" I almost scream. I hear a sharp intake of breath, I hit them, my fist made contact.
"Spencer! Spencer it's me! It's Ashley!"
Ashley?
I open my eyes. Everything hurts. A face bobs in front of me. Ashley. Her arms envelope me. I collapse forward. No. I'm dirty. Ruined.
"Ash!" I break down, sobbing even harder then before. I can barely breathe. But she's here. I can't breathe. I'm so dizzy. It's all going black again.