Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter, sorry that is was a little violent. Anyways here's the next chapter: Spencer and Chelsea time, don't worry nothing will happen between them. Spencer is only interested in Ashley. PLEASE REVIEW.

Previously

"Spencer..."

"I'm sorry Chelsea, I just, and I just didn't know where to go and..." before I could finish I was being enveloped in a hug.

"Spencer, shih, it's okay. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want." With that the tear began falling again.

Chapter 10:

I found myself sitting at the kitchen table recounting the event that happened that evening to Chelsea. She just sat there and listened to me. For once I had someone, and I know that Chelsea will always be there for me. I was spilling everything that happened, but stopped when I was about to mention Ashley's name, remembering the conversation that Chelsea and I had had. I know that Chelsea wants to be more than just friends, but right now all I want is a friend.

"Chelsea...

I'm sorry about the last time we talked. I just, I just didn't know what to say. And I'm sorry that I can't return the same feelings that you have for me. But right now I you to be my friend more than ever."

"And that all I want us to be." For some reason I felt like she was lying, but another reason told me that she would rather be friends. Chelsea had been my best friend since second grade, I don't want to do anything to mess up our friendship, and I'm hoping she doesn't either.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, until Chelsea got up.

"Well it's getting late Spencer; I think it's best if you get some rest. You've had a long day," she said as she began to walk up the stairs

"Yeah. That might be a good idea," I yawned following her up the stairs. Chelsea headed towards the linen closet and grabbed a blanket and pillow. I was about to take them from her when she pulled them away.

"Chelsea, what are you doing? Give me those; I'm sleeping on the couch."

"Spencer. No you're not. You got the shit beat out of you today; the least I can do is offer you a real bed to sleep in. We can work out sleeping arrangements later, but for now just accept the damn offer," she said as she headed down the stairs towards the living room.

I walked towards the end of the hallway to Chelsea's room. It was still mostly the same from what I remembered. The walls were painted a sky blue with a couple pictures pinned up. One of the pictures was of us on our graduation day throwing our hats in the air. It's felt like ages since I smiled. The picture brought back all the good memories that Chelsea and I had together. We were the 'troublemakers' back in high school. I kept moving my eyes across the wall staring at each picture. My eyes landed on a picture of Chelsea kissing another girls cheek. I know that girl from somewhere.

After I looked around Chelsea's room I grabbed my bag from the bed and changed into a tank top and shorts. I looked at myself in the hanging mirror, there was a bruise running from my eye halfway down my cheek forming and the bruises on my stomach weren't any better. I felt and looked like a human punching bag. After looking myself over I got into Chelsea's bed and stared at the ceiling. All I could think of was how much I wanted Ashley to be here right now. I contemplating calling her but remember that she told me to back off.

I was drifting off to sleep when my phone started to vibrate on the bedside table.

"Hello?" I said in a groggy tone.

"Spencer, it's Kyla. Sorry for calling you so late, I found some of your stuff in my bag and I went to return it. But your mother said you were no longing living with them. So I was wondering where you were so that I could drop the stuff off and maybe talk a little."

I choked. I didn't want to tell her want happened but knowing Kyla she would find out on way or another. "I'm down at the Cape; I'll text you the address."

"I'm down at the Cape right now. We have a summer beach house I'm staying at until school starts again. Are you near West Dennison?"

"Yeah, I'm in Hyannis. You don't have to drop the stuff off I can come get it in the morning." I really don't want her to see me in my current state.

"Spencer, don't be a pain in the ass. I'm on my way anyways. I'll be there in a bit." I put the phone down and search around Chelsea's room to try and find something to hide the bruising. I found concealer and put it on, but it didn't do much good. I finally was able to brush my hair so that it covered up the worst part of the bruising.

I saw Kyla's car light pull into the driveway. I walked down the stair quietly trying not the wake Chelsea up and head out side. Kyla was leaning against her car when I closed the door. She looked worried or it could just be the way that the light hit her face. I walked towards her cautiously.

"Here," she said handing me a tote bag with a few of my cloths, "are you okay Spencer?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?"

"Well when I went to your house to drop the stuff off, your mom practically yelled at me, which I might add scared the hell out of me, for even mentioning your name. Is this about you coming out?" She already knew, and it would be long before she noticed my bruises. I wiped the hair out of my face and stared straight at her. She gasped as she put her hands over her mouth. I could feel the tears start to fall again, god why do I have to kept crying. She walked over and hugged me. The hugged was over as soon as it began because the pain of my stomach must have been greater than I thought it was. I doubled over in pain and Kyla backed off quickly.

"Spencer are you okay!" Kyla shrieked as she grabbed my shoulder.

"Kyla...my face isn't the only place," I gasped out through my groans.

Kyla helped me inside and by that time Chelsea had gotten up. They helped me onto the couch and grabbed bags of ice from the freezer. Chelsea helped me take off my shirt as Kyla placed an ice pack on my stomach. It felt so soothing. They gave me one for my face, which felt like heaven when I pressed it against my bruised face.

Kyla and Chelsea disappeared into the kitchen. I could hear them whisper, I'm assuming that they are talking about what happened, because I caught a few words of 'Paula' and 'That bitch.' I laughed. Chelsea always did have figurative ways of describing my mother. I was lucky that Chelsea was Med Student; I didn't have to face the horror of going to the hospital and encountering my mother again. The last thing I remember was staring up at the ceiling listening to Chelsea and Kyla whispering,

I felt something hot and bright shining upon me. I open my eyes but immediately close them when they are blinded by the morning light. The ice packs were now just bags of water on my stomach. The bruises didn't look any better, in fact they look ten times worst, but most of the pain was gone. I looked out the window and saw Kyla's car still parked in the driveway. She must have stayed overnight. I walked around to see if anyone was up, but found the house completely quiet. I headed towards the beach in the back yard to get some fresh air, when I return I heard voices in the kitchen. I peered through the window and saw Kyla in the kitchen drinking coffee while talking on the phone.

"You don't understand. You think that you are going to get hurt, but you're not." I couldn't tell what the person on the other line was saying. "Ashley! You're not listening to me. Spencer got the shit beat out of her, she could barely stand yesterday. And all you can do it keep pushing her away." I watched as Kyla listened to Ashley's response. "Ashley...she needs you."

Author's Note: Sorry about no Ashley! I promise that Ashley will be in the next chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. How am I doing? Hope that you guys are enjoying the story.

NEXT CHAPTER: Ashley comes back and stays at their beach house. What will happen when Spencer and Ashley reunite?