1A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I am sorry. Okay, so I just had my SATs, I don't know if you guys know what that is (except from Brits), it's my Year 9 tests, I'm 14, so I guess that would be 8th Grade (America wise). So, yeah, I've been doing those and I'm not going to lie and say I revised but I have been kind of mad in the last week, also the weather where I am has been AWESOME so I've been outside mostly. Here's the next chapter, I apologize for not telling you in advance that I SUCK at updating anything. Here goes;
Her hands bled as she limped, awkwardly to say the least, down some god-forsaken street at whatever hour it was.
2am. 3am. 4am.
She'd never been good at judging time and her cell had totally run out of battery.
Nor could she read the dim clock at the top of the church tower.
She didn't get her head around the analog clock until she was 12. Speaking of her head it was throbbing immensely, blood trickling down her left cheek.
She struggles, desperately to remember what happened last night - or this night.
Then she suddenly catch a glimpse of shadowy figures, her mind flashing images of men, dressed in redneck clothing, greasy hair. Then her heart stopped.
She remembered.
"Ashley?" Spencer yells hopelessly down the phone, her voice breaking and tears of worry streaming ruthlessly down her flushed cheeks.
Her cell phone reads "call ended: 0.35" but she doesn't stop repeating Ashley's name. What had happened? She knew Ash would never hang up on her, not intentionally, unless someone else had told her too.
Spence has a thing that she does. Whenever she is scared - say, after watching some slasher flick- she makes herself think that whatever is scaring her is real, is happening. She knows why she does it. She is a worrier.
Furiously dialing Ashley's cell number, Spencer wipes the tears from her cheeks, and holds the phone to her ear.
"The cell phone you are calling is switched off"
She chokes, loudly on the tears, and the lump in her throat. Throwing her long, blonde locks into a loose ponytail and slipping on her rainbow flips-flops (she picked them up at pride), Spencer slips out of her front door and into the world around her.
She hears her mom's voice in the distance but she doesn't care. The fabric of her 2 sizes too big deep blue hoody snags but she doesn't care. All she cares about is having Ashley safe back in her arms.
She tries Ash's cell again, knowing it will be off but trying all the same.
"The cell phone you are calling is switched off"
She throws her phone out of the car in anger. Oh Shit. Now that, that she does care about. She pulls over, it's not like she knew where she was going anyway.
The car hits the curb, throwing Spencer a few centimeters in the air.
She clambers out, running back to her cracked cell lying on the abandoned
sidewalk.
Her attention is sharply drawn to the figure of a teenage girl wandering slowly down the other end of the street.
Ashley slumped down on the curb, images of the men taking over her mind. She couldn't think straight. She could remember the Paris-style-blondes perched on the edge of a macho 4WD.
The 'men' laughing, blatantly piss drunk, as they advanced on her.
Ashley stopped trying to remember, tears streaming down her bloody cheeks, she felt the back of her head, blood in her air, down her fingernails, bruises on her neck, and on her hands.
Her mind played her the moment when 3 man walked towards her, one with a bat, 3 girls sat watching, giggling, whispering 'dyke'.
Before the one with the bat could do any real damage to her , Ashley had pulled herself up, smacked him round the head with it and ran for her life.
She looked back, seeing him collapsed, the girls screaming and the boys yelling abuse.
The bat had smacked against her foot, the boys had grabbed bits of her clothing, pebbles and glass had slashed her all over.
One piece gashing a hole in her cheek, one in the back of her head.
That left her blood soaked and running. With nowhere to go. Nowhere to run to.
But someone to call. That, she remembered, was when she called Spencer - hysterical.
And after that...that was when her fucking dumb ass cell had run out of battery. So, really, all that calling Spence had contributed to was scaring the crap out of her beautiful girlfriend.
She decided that she would have been better off calling Kyla - or Aiden - and explaining it to Spence only after the whole thing was over.
She felt drops of water dripping down onto her shoulders and after 20 or so seconds it was pouring down.
She let the tears of regret roll down her cheeks. Mixing with the rain. No one could see her cry.