Spencer jumped back in fright as the pounding continued. "Open the door Spence-y, I know you're in there," the mysterious voice sang out. It was a man no doubt, but it didn't sound like Aiden… Ashley came running out of the bedroom, "what should we do Spence? Should I call the police?"

"Come on Spencerrrrr, I want to see the woman you're fucking over my man Aiden. Ash-Ashley…" the man sounded drunk, and Spencer figured out who it was. In frustration, Spencer went to open the door. In front of her was a tall, blond-haired, and very drunk body-builder. His body was a little more muscular than Aiden's, but just about the same and he had the same qualities as her brother Glen, but much more of an asshole. "You decided to show up! Great, come here and give me a hug. I'm glad you could make it," and without much of a choice, the guy scooped up the petite blonde into his arms.

Pushing him off, she replied in disgust, "this is my house Troy, what are you doing here."

"Well… I took Aiden out here," he pointed behind him and it was the first time that Spencer noticed he was even there. "I took him out because his girl was too busy with some dyke to hang out with him. He told me about you. How you won't fuck him, and that you haven't been home at night. Now, you and I both know how much of a ladies' man I am, and to me, that sounds like you're seeing someone on the side." Troy was only inches from Spencer's face. Spencer backed up slightly and glared at Aiden who was still standing in the hallway. His face was vacant as he avoided her gaze.

"My poor man is in denial. So, I decided we should come over so I could prove you are nothing but a filthy lesbian. Where is she anyway?" His eyes locked on Ashley who was standing near the kitchen. "Well, I must say Spence-y, you do have good taste." Both Ashley and Spencer rolled their eyes instinctively in response. "I told you to stop calling me 'Spence-y'".

"Excuse me? I don't take orders from cheating lesbo whores," he quickly advanced on Spencer and grabbed her wrists.

"Let go of me."

"Don't touch her."

"Hey man, let go of her."

Spencer, Ashley, and Aiden all shouted at once as Troy tightened his grip. "You need to learn how to be a better girlfriend Spence-y," he one-handedly held her wrists.

"You need to know how to respect what you got," he spit in her face.

"I look out for my bros and I'm not going to let some little bitch get their way," he pulled her hair and she screamed in pain.

"That's it man, let's go, leave her alone," Aiden tried to pull on Troy's free arm, but he resisted. "I'm sorry Spencer, this wasn't supposed to happen, and we're leaving now."

Troy snorted at Aiden, "see man? This is why she fucks around on you; you're too much of a pussy even for her." He goes back to the woman that he still has got a hold on. "If you were my girl, none of this would need to happen," he whispered as he pulled her into his crotch. Seeing the hatred and malice and lust in his eyes, Spencer panics. She needed to get away from his grasp. She bit down on his hand. "Ow, what the fuck woman!" Troy shouted as the bruises and marks that were already formed on her wrists be revealed as he pulled his hand away.

"Spence, I called the police," Ashley exclaimed hurriedly.

"Thanks babe," oh no. What did she just say?

"What did you say?" Troy looked at her incredulously.

Time slowed down, the room became silent. Aiden was still weakly trying to get Troy off of her. Ashley was standing behind her with her phone hoping the cops would get there soon. What should she do? What should she say? She opened her mouth to say something…

The crack of bones made a deafening sound. She had no time to react. It was all a blur, but her sense of touch was intensified. She felt a blow on her jaw, on her nose, on her neck, her stomach, and her sides. The pain was so immense that she couldn't scream out. The last thing she remembered were the screams of Ashley.