Author's Notes:

ItsMeCharlee: Another BIG thanks to you for your review. The dead Ashley idea is a good idea for another story and definitely scary. LOL Keep the reviews coming, and I'll keep the chapters coming. Hope you have a great weekend. XOXO

This chapter and the one I will post tomorrow are short filler chapters to get us to the good stuff, which will start next week. AKA Here comes Ashley Davies.

Hope all my readers have a great weekend and enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: The story idea and some characters are originals and belong to me. I do not own any of the South Of Nowhere characters.


It seemed like only seconds before I was being woken for dinner by my mother. Glen is at the game, so it is just my mother and me sitting at the eerily quiet table.

Why didn't she come to me in my dreams this time? I think to myself. I mean she did almost kill me in the bath tub….. I think. I don't know what to think these days.

"Spencer!"

I'm startled by the harsh tone my mother used when she said my name. "Yeah Mom?"

She softens her voice as she replies, "I asked you how the lasagna is."

"Excellent as always." I say as I push the noodles around my plate.

"I think I'm going to call Dr. Davies tomorrow and get you an appointment."

I jerked my head up quick from my plate with my mouth open to protest, but when I saw my mother's face; eye brows furrowed, head tilted with tears threatening to spill over her eyelids. My will power is useless against my mother when she tilts her head. Guess that's where I get it from.

I close my mouth, give her a slight smile and a head nod to acknowledge her.

"She helped us all so much when your father died, and she just moved her practice here to L.A. I know you've been going through something these past few months and if you can't talk to me, maybe you will be able to talk to her. I'm sure she could fit you in on a Friday."

Maybe it would be good to have someone to talk to. "Ok, Mom."

After a few more minutes of awkward silence, I say "May I be excused? I'm pretty exhausted from today, and just want to get to sleep early." If I'm going to have someone to talk to tomorrow, I want to have something to talk about. I have to get some answers about what happened today.

"Sure honey."

I rinse my dishes and put them in the dish washer. When I walk back into the dining room to kiss my Mom goodnight, she envelops me in a never ending hug. "I love you Spencer. Never forget that."

"I love you too Mom" is all I say without bursting into tears.

I nearly trip as I run upstairs into the safety of my bedroom. I lock my door, climb into my soft bed and pull the fluffy blanket over my head. We are a very close family, but the tone in my mother's voice haunts me as I slowly fall asleep.