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Ashley's POV

Fuck.

Jason is standing over me and I have the overwhelming feeling that this will not end well. I swallow my rising panic and try to respond calmly.

"W-what do you want, Jason?" I inwardly curse the shakiness in my voice. I don't want him or Spencer or the others to catch on that I'm terrified. This man has tortured me emotionally and has taken advantage of me physically and financially. Seeing him here makes me want to throw up.

"Oh, I decided that I want to spend some time with you, Princess." He's called me that since a month and a half into our disastrous eight month relationship. He came up with the name because he's always thought that my father spoiled me and because I have a lot of money.

"Madison," he nods at her. "Still looking like a slut. Maybe you, me, and Ashley can have some fun later."

"Fuck you, you asshole."

He laughs. "Feisty as usual. Save that attitude for the bedroom."

"You're a fucking pig, Jason."

"Oh, Aiden! You're still a douche." He looks over at Glen and Chelsea. I can tell he's thinking of an insult for them when his eyes roam over to Spencer. His smirk quickly turns into a scowl, and I know that he's thinking of the time he came into the surf shop, half drunk, demanding money from me. We had been broken up for about two weeks, and he hadn't taken it well. When he came into the shop that day, he was throwing things and trashing the place. He had slapped me, and tried to do more physical damage when Spencer ran out with a bat and hit him behind the knees. She threatened to bash his head in if he didn't leave and stay away. He hadn't come around me since, but I know that his pride had something to do with that; getting beaten by a woman does wonders to a man's ego.

He glares at Spencer and she glares right on back. I slowly rise out of my chair so I can get in between them if need be. Jason is a very aggressive, masochistic man, and I would not put it past him to try and hurt Spencer.

He turns back to me. "Come on, Princess, we're going to dance." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me to the dance floor.

I yank my arm back. "No. Leave me alone."

"Excuse me? I said we're going to dance." He growls out.

"And I said no." This time, he grabs my upper arm hard and tries to drag me to him. The others jump out of their chairs and Spencer walks forward, shoving him hard.

"She said no, you fucking prick."

"Spence, don't."

She ignores that and steps in front of me, shielding me from Jason.

"O-ooh, Blondie wants to fight." He says, stepping forward.

Glen steps forward. "Why don't you just leave us alone, asshole?"

Jason disregards him and comes even closer to Spencer. I try to pull her back a little, but she shrugs me off and stands her ground.

"You know Blondie, you don't have a baseball bat this time. I could easily over power you. So why don't you just let me take Princess here, and then later, the three of us can go back to my place. You two can put on a little 'show' for me." He says, taunting her.

Her upper lip curls up into snarl. "Go fuck yourself, you disgusting, arrogant motherfucker."

Jason jerks his chin up. "I don't know why you're defending this spoiled little bitch. She will never be into you, Blondie. You might have feelings for her, but you're nothing special. Just some bitch she works with. She's mine."

Spencer laughs haughtily. "Get over yourself. Your big ego is over compensating for your little dick."

At this, Jason snaps. He lunges forward and grabs Spencer with one hand, cocking the other one back. His right fist collides with her left cheek. I run forward trying to grab his fist, but he elbows me in the throat, catching me by surprise. He punches Spencer again, this time in the gut. Aiden and Glen jump on his back, but in his rage, he keeps attacking Spencer. She's trying hard to stay standing and fight back, and in the chaos, she manages to land a nice right hook under Jason's jaw, stunning him, but only for a second. He throws Aiden and Glen off of himself, yelling angrily. The people in the bar are rushing forward to try and break up the fight.

Jason jumps on Spencer, grabbing her by the throat, choking her out as he pummels her face. I catch my breath and land a hard kick in his face, forcing him off Spencer. He grabs my ankle and pulls me down, slapping me hard across the face. Jason punches me one more time before Glen, Aiden, and two other guys pull him off of me.

Madison rushes forward and helps me sit up. I look at Spencer and I immediately feel like I will be violently ill. Her face is covered in blood, and her left eye is swelled completely shut. Bruises are already starting to cover her body, but her face is the worst. I quickly crawl over to her, terror and panic rising in my chest.

"Spencer!" I cry out. "Spence, please answer me, please!" Chelsea, who's kneeling down and holding Spencer's head, looks at me with the most horrified look I have ever seen.

"Spence! NO!" Glen yells. I turn my head in time to see him kicking the shit out Jason. Three men have to grab him and hold him back. "That's my baby sister you motherfucker!" He struggles hard against his restrainers.

"Somebody call an ambulance!"

"Get some ice on that girl, now!"

People are yelling things back and forth, and running all over. Within a matter of minutes, the police and a few ambulances arrive. They try to put me in a separate ambulance from Spencer, but I raise too much hell before they give up and let me ride with her to the hospital. All the way there, I hold her hand, praying that she is okay.

When we get to the emergency room, the doctors tell me that they have to take Spencer immediately to get x-rays. I try to go with her, but they stop me. They tell me I have to get checked out as well.

After a long hour and a half, it's determined that I will be fine, but sore for at least a few days. I have a big bruise on my right cheek, but that's the least of my worries.

I ask every nurse and doctor that I see for an update on Spencer but they won't tell me anything. Glen, Aiden, Madison, and Chelsea get to the hospital and we all have to sit in the waiting room. Glen is pacing back and forth while the other three talk in quiet, hurried voices. I sit by myself, head in my hands, expecting the worst but hoping for the best.

This is going to be a long night.