Well, the drama had to come sometime. This is a little shorter, but I think it ends where it needs to end. And I know I left the Kyla/Robin situation hanging for a bit, but I feel like Spashley is more important right now. Sorry Kyla and Robin...
Let me know what you think.

Ashley's POV

"Get out of my house." Paula says in a tone so rough and horrible it makes my skin crawl.

My heart is pounding so hard I think I might have a stroke. It physically hurts to move my body. I hear yelling going on around me but I can't make out the noise. It all seems so fuzzy and distorted.

"Stop it mom!" Spencer yells loudly. The sound of her voice and the tears streaming angrily from her eyes rips me from my daze.

"I will not have that in my house. You are never to step foot in my house or touch my daughter ever again." Paula spits at me as I stand in the middle of Spencer's room.

"Ashley is my girlfriend. Just accept it." Spencer says loudly.

"No!" Paula yells loudly "Spencer, you are not seeing her anymore."

Spencer just stands in front of her mother, her chest pounding hard with every single breath she tries to take.

"You can't do that." She says slowly, her eyes wide.

"Oh yes I can. Watch me." Paula hisses, directing her words at me.

There is silence and it is making me deaf.

Why isn't Spencer saying something more? Why isn't Spencer saying that she loves me and I love her? Fight for me Spencer! I need so badly to be fought for right now. Because I have no strength to do it myself.

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I try again. "I love Spencer, you can't stop that." I growl slowly at the woman who is tearing my world apart and throwing up the pieces in front of my eyes.

"Don't you speak to me!" Paula screeches jaggedly at me, piercing my body with hatred.

Spencer's eyes flare, I can see them from across the room. "Don't talk to Ashley like that!" Spencer screams at her mother.

I can't deal with this. It's too much. It shouldn't be like this. I can't breath and I can't think. My heart is telling me to go hug Spencer, to touch her in some way, to grab her and bring her into me. To protect her.

But who's protecting me?

I turn around slowly and walk out of the room. Taking the stairs two at a time, I rush through the door quickly.

When I get outside, I can't breath. I think my heart is imploding. I have to stop halfway across the grass to catch my breath.

I'm expecting Spencer to come right out after me. To get out of that hell-hole. She always comes after me. She always comes for me.

Why isn't she coming for me?

My shock suddenly turns to anger and I pick up a rock in the grass and throw it with all my strength into the street. I hear it hit a sign and the noise reverberates down the street. It sounds horrible, like the metal is cracking and falling down hard on the pavement.

I wait. My chest pounding up and down. I hadn't even yelled but just being there made it seem like I had no voice. It hurts to swallow.

Five minutes too late, Spencer walks out of the house. Even from across the grass I can see the shininess on her face as tears continually fall. She walks slowly to me, like she's broken. And when she gets in front of me she finally makes eye contact. She doesn't reach out to hold my hand. And she doesn't wrap her arms around me.

We stare at each other.

"Why didn't you fight for me?" I ask her hoarsely. I feel my eyes brimming with salty water.

Spencer blinks once. "Ashley, what?"

"Why the hell didn't you fight for me!" I yell louder than necessary. My voice cracks halfway through and that tear finally, finally falls against my best wishes.

I hate that tear.

"I did." Spencer says. "Of course I did!"

"No you didn't." I say evenly. My eyes feel like they're on fire. "You said 'stop it' and 'don't talk to Ashley that way.' You never said you loved me. You never touched me. You never said nothing would stop you from being with me."

Spencer looks shocked.

My body is now shaking uncontrollably. "And you're still not touching me." I hiss.

"She's watching." Spencer says almost inaudibly.

I physically feel something in me snap in half. It might be my mind. It might be my heart.

"SO?!" I scream loudly. "So what!" I try and calm my breathing and speak normally. "Let's just get out of here, please."

Spencer stands still, her eyes wide and shiny and more breath-taking than ever before.

"Please, Spencer, please." I beg. I almost feel as if tears are running down my throat, drowning me.

"Do you want me to be sent away?" She asks me roughly. "I can't. If I go with you she'll do something."

I feel like I'm going to throw up. I never knew your heart could actually, physically hurt. Like someone is squeezing it way too tightly. Squeezing something that should be handled with care.

"She's already done something! Why are you letting her invade your mind like that?" I say as I wipe these goddamn burning tears from my cheeks and eyes.

"Me?! You're afraid of her too! Ashley, please, don't let her rip us, this, apart." She says, her voice hoarse and full of sadness.

"Tell that to yourself. Just, just get rid of her." I say stupidly.

I see Spencer's eyes get angry and her mouth tightens. "I can't do that! She's my mother! What- what are you talking about? What the fuck is even going on here?!" Spencer rushes out of her mouth harshly. And the words are all jumbled and exasperated.

I rub my hands over my face and yell loudly into them. The sound comes out muffled and stressed. My own yell hurts my ears and I want to kick something. I want to break a window. I want to throw a brick at my car. I want to pound my fist into Paula's face.

"I can't deal with this." I say loudly after taking my hands away. "This is so not right."

Spencer snaps her head violently to the side, taking her eyes away from mine.

And when her blue eyes break away from mine, it is in that very moment that I know I've lost her.

"You are not the only one dealing with this, Ashley. You are not the one living with her." Spencer says evenly.

I look all around. Willing her blue eyes to come back to mine, but they won't. My hands curl into fists. My fingernails dig excruciatingly hard into my palms.

"What about what you said, that it doesn't matter. What about her not being able to stop you? What about that Spencer? I can't- I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this. It's too hard." I breathe out.

I am crying now, all thoughts out of my mind. I choke on a tear and cough. I can't fucking see, my sight is so fucking blurry. And the fucking salt is burning my eyes.

Spencer looks back at me. She doesn't say anything. She looks back at her house and then her eyes meet mine. They burn into me harshly.

I can't take this silence anymore. It's worse than the yelling, by far. "Would you say something." I say dully. The emotions in my voice have all been used up.

Spencer keeps staring at me. I don't know what's going on. I'm scared.

"I don't know what to say!" She yells suddenly. Her hands go up and down in the air with the rise and fall of her words.

I want to move but my feet seem to be stuck to the blades of grass. Almost as if with super-glue.

"Spencer-" I start to say weakly but she interrupts me.

"You saying it's too hard doesn't help!" She says loudly. "I'm not doing this." She reverses her tone and says it so quietly I'm not sure if I even heard her.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I try to gulp air down but it's not working. I am suffocating.

At first when she said 'I'm not doing this' I thought she meant that she needs me right now by her side to fix this. That she's not going to fight with me when we so blatantly need each other the most right now.

But one look at her face, at her gorgeous face distorted from the mixture of both our words, I know better. She means that we're not doing this. We're not doing this anymore.

Again, we are quiet.

I know I should speak. I know I should say something. All my anger is now gone and all I desperately want to do is take everything we both said back, and kiss her. Make it better.

But I can't.

Her voice comes out dull and slow. Defeated. "Just go home, Ash."

I look at her and my chest constricts painfully. "I want to fix this. Let me go back and do- something." I say too weakly. It's not enough.

Spencer sighs. Her whole body collapsing into itself. "Go home. I have to do this."

And then she walks away from me and back into the house. She doesn't look back at me. She doesn't give me a kiss goodbye. She doesn't hug me goodnight. She doesn't do anything.

But I don't do anything either. I don't think I am able to right now.

This is what being truly miserable must feel like.