After putting aside all the drama that was ten years ago Spencer and Ashley spent the whole day getting to know each other again. Actually it was more so Ashley talking then Spencer. The blonde didn't talk about her life much but Ashley never pressed her on it. She suspected that Spencer didn't have a very good childhood but until she was ready to talk about it Ashley was content with just being around her.

Conversation came easy to them, everything flowed and there was no awkwardness between the two. Usually Ashley never even had conversations with others but with Spencer…with Spencer everything seemed to just come out. It felt so safe telling her anything and everything.

"So yeah, high school was just really boring. Almost didn't graduate because I ditched a lot but I managed," Ashley told her. Of course she left out the fact that when she ditched it was to fuck random girls, yeah Spencer didn't need to hear that. She had never been ashamed to talk of her sexual conquests but with Spencer she was afraid the girl would think less of her. Her opinion mattered to Ashley and that scared her even more.

"You always were a rebel Ash," Spencer smiled as she leaned her head against the other girl's shoulder. Both had been at the beach all day, they had found a quiet spot underneath the pier were no one would bother them. Along with no awkwardness talking they seemed to be fine and content being so close to each other. Both wondered what it meant but put it aside not wanting to deal with that yet.

"So you're in college now aren't you?" Spencer asked looking up at her, Ashley smiled and nodded.

"Yeah I got to UCLA, I didn't think college would be right for me but after awhile I kinda enjoy it. I'm not going to be there for long two, I figure two years should do," Ashley explained. Spencer, still listening intently to her, closed her eyes and sighed. She was enjoying this day more then anything but was a bit tired since they had woken up very early to do so. Ashley noticed this and chuckled a bit.

"Ready to head out? I'll get you home so you can get some sleep," Ashley offered. Spencer wanted more then anything to stay here longer but knew she was probably going to pass out soon so she agreed. Both walked hand in hand back to Ashley's car.

Minutes later they arrived at Spencer's house, looking to her right she saw the blonde had fallen asleep. Smiling she brushed a strand of hair from her face and place her hand gently on her cheek. Feeling a soft and warm hand on her Spencer slowly opened her eyes to see Ashley gazing intently at her. She smiled and looked to see that she was home.

"So I guess I'll see you around?" Spencer asked, she wasn't exactly sure what happened next. Sure they had a great day and made up but how would things work after this? Things she had forced out of her head now came flooding back to her. Ashley saw the blonde was troubled and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Spencer, like I said earlier let's not worry about the past. We're friends again, here, now. I think that's all we should be focused on. Let's not waste any more of our precious time thinking about things that have already passed, I just want to spend as much of it with you as I can," Ashley she had said the right thing when Spencer got up and hugged her tightly. Spencer decided she was right, for now she just wanted to be with Ashley.

"Spencer, quit fooling around out there and help us!" Glen. He's gotta ruin everything. Ashley sighed and Spencer laughed she got out of the car.

"Call me later?"

"Of course, bye Spence," she watched her walk to her door and before entering she turned back giving Ashley another smile. Once the door closed Ashley started the car and headed back home.

"We've been unpacking all day and you've been out with her?" Gen said as she made her way into the living room.

"Glen lay off, I'VE been unpacking all day and you've been slacking so don't even get on her about it," Clay laughed as he placed several of the family pictures onto the top of the fireplace. Spencer looked at them, not one of the pictures had her father in them.

It was as if her mom erased him out of their lives. Spencer was probably the only person in the house that had pictures of him, after his death everyone seemed to just deal with it in their own way. Well everyone dealt with it by forgetting him that is. Spencer couldn't though; he was the only person in her life, besides Clay, that understood her. Now he was gone, taken from her in a hit and run a year after Ashley left. Needless to say everything went downhill after Ashley left.

"HELLO? Spencer really you've got to stop spacing out like that," Glen said as he flicked her on the forehead," Now seriously though, you shouldn't be hanging out with Ashley."

"Glen would you drop it, I seem to remember someone having a crush on her when we were little," Clay laughed as he picked up a box and headed upstairs with it.

"Awww Glen, is that why you don't want me hanging out with her, because you like her?" Spencer teased her brother but then his expression changed.

"Spencer I'm being serious. It's not safe, you just got here and you have no idea who you can trust or not. Sure she used to be your friend but that was eight years ago, she's changed since then," Glen told her. Spencer frowned, what the hell was his problem?

"I can take care of myself Glen," Spencer scoffed and turned to go away. Glen grabbed her hand from behind and Spencer flinched at how hard his grip was.

"Spencer obviously you've forgotten. You can't take care of yourself, if you could it wouldn't have happened," Glen let go of her hand and the second he did it came back at him slapping him hard on the cheek. He stared at his sister who stood in front of him, tears flowed down her cheeks and she was visibly trembling.

"Oh fuck Spencer I didn't mean," another slap stung his cheek and he back away from Spencer who now was slumped on the ground crying. Clay ran downstairs looking at the scene before him. Seeing Glen standing there looking guilty he knew what had happened. He walked over to Spencer and wrapped his arms around her whispering into her ear.

"Spencer, hey it's okay, it's okay. It's going to be okay, I'm here now," he tried to console her. By now she was shaking violently and the tears didn't seem to want to stop.

"Oh god…" the young girl wailed as the memories ran back into her mind. For awhile now she had kept them locked away, Glen's words brought them flooding back.

"Glen you fucking idiot," Clay glared at his brother who stood there dumbfounded. Glen watched as Clay tried to calm his sister down, guilt just poured through him. He didn't mean to bring it back up, it just slipped. He just wanted so much to hurt her at that moment and that…it just slipped.

"Spencer I swear to you I didn't meant it," he tried to move closer to her but Spencer started to cry even harder.

"Glen just get the hell away from her, you've done enough. Call mom and tell her to get home as soon as she can," Clay said as he picked Spencer up. It was hard to keep a hold of her as she was now but he managed to get her upstairs and into her room. Minutes later she seemed to stop kicking around but now she had stopped doing anything at all. Clay had experienced this several times and knew what was happening now. Spencer was retreating within herself. Last time this happened he couldn't get her back until a good week later.

"Mom said she can't get home until late tonight," Glen told him then walked away. Clay muttered yet another curse word, only when it came to Spencer was he this passionate about things. He walked over to Spencer and tried to talk to her. Nothing came, no reply, no movement, he could off sworn the girl wasn't even breathing. After making sure she was he placed a blanket on top of her and went downstairs. A phone vibrated on the kitchen counter got his attention and walking over to it he picked it up.

"Hey Spencer," Ashley's voice came through it.

"Oh hey Ashley, it's Clay."

"Clay? What's wrong you sound-is something wrong with Spencer?!"

"…hey do you think you could come over?"