"Ash," She laughs slighly. "I was just over! Do you really think my parents are going to let me come over again?"
"But It'll be fun." Really, really fun!
"Ash," She sighs. "We need to talk."
"Yeah, that's what I want to hear." 'Sarcasm' is practicly glowing on a neon sign above me.
"Things... happened. We can't just pretend they're over. We've changed and, I just think we should talk." A frusterated sigh escapes my lips. Sadly she's right.
"So are you coming over then?"
"Well, I don't know if my parent's..." Our hands still holding, she turns her head back towards the living room. Glimpses of Paula and Mr. C struggling to have a quite argument fill the room. "Won't notice. Let's go." But she doesn't sound very excited. "I'm going over to Ashley's." She doesn't even wait for a respon as she pases me and slumps to my car. Yeah, we are majorly just talking tonight. UGH!!
The hum of the porsh dies and we get out. The ride was akward and silent. Not a good sign. After making it into the apartment, I sit down and Spencer follows me, still on auto piolit.
"Okay Spence, what's going on?"
"With what?"
"You, your parents. What do we need to talk about." Her eyes are fixed on her hands, nervously fiddling in her lap.
"I... I think my parents," Her voice softens considerable. "are getting devorces..." Sad grey blue eyes focus on mine. "My mom is still not excepting me being gay, and I think she's just pushed my dad too far. With the affair, and her freaking our about me... I think they're done Ash."
"Spencer. I am so sorry. I, what do you want me to do? I can talk to them... or maybe-" She starts to cry silently and I reach out, pulling her into me. "I'm am so sorry." I whisper weakly.
"Just things with Chelsea and the baby, my parent's, Carmen, it's all been so hard an-"
"Wait," I suddenly pull away, my arms holding Spencer by her shoulders. "what do you mean by, Carmen... Did you sleep with her!?"
"What? We weren't even together Ashley! And you're mad at me! You slept with Aiden while we were apart, I mean, am I really suppose to expect that you didn't? What makes it okay for you too!?" We're standing up, Spencer's face fiening a hurt and angry expression.
"It's... it's just different. I don't want to think about anyone... touching you like that."
"Because I found it so soothing, right?" The words are so soft and filled with hurt and bitterness. I want to cry and scream at the same time.
"Did... did you?" I finally meet her sad grey eyes.
"...No." She turns around, hugging herself. "We got back to Chelsea's studio and... she got mad at me... She started yelling that I still loved you. She was throwing things off the desk..." I step a little closer, a worried concerned and scared expression in my eyes. "She was completely losing controll and she just kept yelling... then she," Spencer turns back to face me still not making eye contact. "She hit me." Tears are caught in her eyes... she hit- she hit the girl I love!
"That bitch." I whisper it, but it comes out more like a growl. "That bitch!" The words echo off the walls, my fists are clenched, and my jaw is tight. But that doesn't last long as soon as I see Spencer holding herself crying again. I hug her rubbing her back, trying to sooth her.
I'm not sure what to do. I feel like I can't protect her. That's what scares me. I have no controll.