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Two Months Later

I cant say that I have been myself since that night.

The Ashley Davies that was so full of love and understanding, might as well never have existed. The only person I even allow to be near me these days is Carmen.

She was the one who came to my house that horrific night to make sure I stayed alive. Sometimes I wish she hadn't. She tries to stop the self destructive path I'm willingly throwing myself down, but I wont listen.

My days and nights roll into one with a mix of booze, drugs, faceless women, and sometimes even sleep. I try to avoid sleeping as much as possible.

I have the same dream every night.

I'm chasing Spencer, and she is running.

Sometimes in my more optimistic moments, I think of getting on the first plane to Ohio and searching for her. Going door to door until I find her.

I never do.

Because once my thoughts take me that far, I think of what would be waiting for me if I actually found her. Spencer has to be at least three months pregnant by now.

She would be showing.

A constant reminder of her and Aiden.

Speaking of Aiden, he tried to get in contact with me for two weeks and then gave up. He would stop by, call me, text me.

Anything he could think of to try and get me to talk to him.

I wouldn't.

I blamed him the most for all of this.

I think somewhere deep down I knew it wasn't really him I should be mad at, but then I took a shot of Absnith, and those thoughts were forgotten.

"Ashley its eleven in the morning for christ sake." Carmen says walking into my kitchen.

"I know, the party started two hours ago, your late." I tell her taking another drink.

She makes a move to take the bottle from me.

"Don't you fucking think about it!" I growl.

She knows if she tries to take my booze, my sanity, then she will be kicked out of my life along with every one else. Carmen clinches her fists in an effort to control herself.

She only puts up with my bullshit because she is more afraid of what would happen if she wasn't around to take care of me. I wouldn't ever tell her this, but I was afraid of that too.

"Ashley, you need to grow the fuck up." She spits out before getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Piss off." is my slurred reply.

"No wonder Spencer didn't want you to come after her! Look at yourself. She is going to be a parent Ashley! Responsible for another human life! Her mom made her leave, she didn't run from you! She didn't want you to come after her because your obviously not mature enough to handle what she is going through with her. Look at you. Drunk, high, sleeping around. If you love her so much, why don't you try and think of a way to help her with her fucking future!"

With that she threw the water bottle on the counter and headed for the door.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" I say as I clumsily get up.

"I'm going to class. I have a future other than drugs and alcohol. Maybe you should get one too." She shouts slamming the front door.

I let her words replay in my head. As I think, I spin the empty liquor bottle in front of me. The more I sober up the more I see that Carmen is right. I hate when that happens. I pull my phone from my pocket and dial someone I know can help me.

"Hey, Ethan? It's Ashley Davies. No, I'm not calling for my dad. I was actually wondering if you were interested in making a lot of money. I thought you would be."

Two years later SPOV

I'm on my way home from work after another double shift. I hope my dad didn't mind staying this late. I wasn't planning on working so long, but I could really use the money.

I gave Aiden the option of being in the babies life or not, but I told him I wouldn't take any money from him. He could buy our child anything he wanted, but I wouldn't accept anything from him.

He chose to not be in our babies life.

Not that I blame him.

I live on the opposite side of the country as he does. He wants to continue with his own future, not the future I have to face alone now.

I know what your thinking, I wouldn't be alone if I hadn't up and left Ashley with no goodbye. She might still be in love with me right now if I hadn't done her wrong.

The truth is, I wanted to tell her goodbye, but I couldn't tell her I was pregnant. I know she would have wanted to help and take responsibility for the baby. I couldn't do that to her. She would have let me tie her down and not gone after her dreams like she wanted.

She might think I was selfish to do what I did.

To tell her to not come after me.

I really did it for her.

After we got to Ohio I told my parents that I was pregnant. My mom told me I had to either marry Aiden or get out of her house, because she would not have a 'bastard' be raised under her roof. I went and found an apartment the next day with my dad.

I told my dad that I was gay and thats the reason I couldn't marry Aiden. From his reaction I really think he's known all along. He still asks me if I've spoken to Ashley from time to time. I still tell him the same answer.

No.

I had to eventually drop out of school and get my GED. I couldn't go to school, pay for my apartment, and take care of a kid. I now have a job at Wal Mart stocking shelves and being a cashier. Stocking shelves pays better, but the hours are insane!

I hardly have anytime to do anything.

I never get to watch TV or go out with friends.

When I'm in my car, all I want is silence.

A chance to think.

I pull into the parking lot of the Oxford Oaks apartments. They really aren't bad. Decent price and right down the street from Wal Mart.

I unlock the door and shut it as quietly as I can. It's one in the morning, so I'm positive my dad and child are asleep. I set my keys on the counter and head for the kitchen for something to eat. I poor a bowl of cereal and grab an apple. I nearly drop them both when I turn around and see my dad standing there.

"I thought you were going to be home at 5 today?" He asks yawning.

"I know dad, I'm so sorry. I just had the chance to get in some more hours. A girl called in and couldn't make it. I figured I could use the overtime." I tell him taking a bite out of my apple.

"Honey, you don't need to work so much okay? If you need help just ask me. I do only live ten miles from here." my dad says placing a hand on my shoulder.

He stayed with my mom.

I know, I woulda left that crazy bitch too.

But he loves her.

"I just want to be able to do this on my own okay? I want to look back and be proud of something."

My dad nods his head and stretches.

"Okay sweetheat. I'm going to get home, do you need anything?" He asks already reaching for his wallet.

"No dad, I'm fine." I tell him waving off the twenty he's trying to give me.

"Well I'll just put it in my grand childs piggy bank then." He says walking off.

I smile and shake my head. Always trying to spoil people.

"Thank you dad. Did you have any trouble with the little monster?"

"Nope, perfect as always."

"Well I really appreciate you baby sitting. I'm off tomorrow, so I'll see you at the park at noon?"

We always go to the parks on my days off.

"You bet honey. Oh you might want to watch the MTV awards tomorrow night, I hear there is this super star taking over the entire music business or something like that."

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"She has songs all over the place, and her own producing label. If she isn't singing the song, she either wrote it or produced it. Its crazy, she is bigger than Elvis!" My dad says waving around his arms excitedly.

"Sounds like she is super woman!" I say in a tone that matches his.

"I'm serious! You need to watch it, she is performing a new song tomorrow. You should watch it, it comes on at seven!"

"Okay okay, maybe if someone isn't causing too much trouble." I say pointing to the bedroom down the hall.

"I'll take my precious grandchild tomorrow after the park so you can have a day to yourself."

"A day to myself does sound nice. Okay deal. I need to clean up around here anyways." I say kicking some toys gently out of the way.

"Alright sweetheart I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright goodnight dad. And thanks again for today." As soon as I shut the door I hear crying from down the hall.

I jog quickly and flip on the light to the room. It's covered in toys. The walls have bright music notes and space ships around the dark blue walls. I painted the whole room myself. I go over to the crying toddler and pick him up out of bed.

"What's wrong Ashton baby?" I coo to my son.

"Bear!" He says pointing to the bear on the shelf.

"Aw did grandpa not give you, your bear before bed time. Here you go baby." I say handing him the bear that still smells like strawberries after almost three years. Its his favorite bear. He loves the way it smells. I set down my son with his bear and tuck them both in.

"Goodnight baby boy, mommy loves you." I hear him mutter his version of 'I love you too' before I shut out the light again.

I go and sit down in the kitchen and continue to eat my 'dinner'.

Time like these I wish Ashley was here.

I finish eating and grab a sweater. I walk out onto the back patio and take my usual spot under the stars. I look up at the sky and see the huge moon looking back at me and begin to talk, just like every night.

"Hey Ash," I whisper out into the sky. "I thought about you a lot day. Ashton is getting so big, I wish you could see him. Even though he isn't biologically your son, he looks almost just like you. He has big brown eyes and shaggy curly hair. I haven't told you this yet, but he has your last name. Ashton Bradley Daives. I don't know how you did it Ash, but some how you gave that little boy a piece of you. His nose wrinkles up when he smiles, and he can already quirk his eyebrow when he is upset or confused. Some day I hope you can see him. Well Ashley, I'm sure Ashton is going to be awake bright and early tomorrow. Goodnight baby, I love you always." I sit there staring at the moon for a few more minuets before I head inside.

I'm sure my neighbors think I'm insane. I'm out there every night, talking to no one. I know it sounds crazy, but some how I know she's talking to me too.

APOV

I sit on the roof of my house like I do every night, starring at the stars. Sometimes, if I sit still enough, its almost like I can hear Spencer talking to me.

I have been sober since that day in my kitchen.

Carmens harsh words made me realize that maybe Spencer knew I would fall apart once she told me the news. That I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I still haven't spoken to Aiden, nor do I want to. It's not so much me hating him anymore. It's just it will make me think of Spencer even more. And that would be hard to do.

She is all I think about really.

I'm on call to go into the studio tonight. I have a performance on MTV awards tomorrow, but with all my other projects going on I hardly sleep. Thats the way I intended it.

The night I called Ethan I offered him the chance to make a lot of money. I don't think he believed me that I could pull off what I was offering. I now have over 20 hits out on the radio this month alone. I either wrote them, sang them, produced them, or came up with the score. I have my own label and it has all kinds of artists on it. Country, rock, pop, scremo, rap, techno. You name it I've done it. I personally have sang songs for all of those as well. I even put some time into a little classical piano. And for ever type of single I have an album for.

My favortie albums are my country album, and my rock album. They were my first ones to put out at the same time, and all of the songs are about Spencer, just hoping she might hear one and know I'm still thinking of her. That's the only reason I'm doing all of this.

I know she has to turn on her radio sometime. And when she does, I want her to know that I still love her, and want her back. I tried to find her for a year, but with no luck. I even scheduled my last two tours to go through Ohio. I still haven't heard a word from her. My phone buzzing in my pocket breaks me out of these thoughts.

"Ashley we need you in the studio. Lil wayne and Niki are fighting about the beat again." Carmen says in a frustrated growl.

Carmen is the manager of the studio. She stuck by me through everything and even came on tour with me before I had ASD Records. I bet your smart enough to figure that out. "Fine, I'll be in soon." I say closing my phone. I give one last look at the moon.

"Goodnight Spencer." I say slipping down from my roof.

The Next Day

"Ashley are you sure you are going to be able to perform tonight? You only go an hour of sleep last night?" Carmen asks while sitting in my dressing room.

"Yeah I'm fine Carmen. An hour was all I needed."

It was all I needed because I stated to get into REM sleep, and that means I dream, and if I dream, I dream of Spencer. Well you know the rest.

"Alright whatever you say." The raven haired girl says walking out of the room.

Only an hour until I go on.

SPOV

The park was a lot of fun today, but my dad told me I had to get home so I could watch the woman on TV. I turned on my radio for the first time in ages to see if I could figure out who this super woman was.

She is easily going to be the biggest thing since the Beatles. I mean honestly, what other artist could put out that many albums, in all those different categories of music, AND have her own label?

They must be talking about super woman. I switch off my radio as it goes into commercial. The show would start in twenty minuets. I walk in my apartment and plop down on the couch searching for the right channel. I finally find it and begin to watch.

I guess having a child really does get you out of touch with the world. I hardly knew any of the artist that were there or the songs that got nominated.

Almost all of them gave a shout out to ASD Records. I guess thats 'super womans' label.

Up next we will have the owner of ASD Records, Ashley herself with be performing a new song that has yet to be heard by this talented young musician. Stay tuned we'll be right back after this.

Alright so I guess super womans name is Ashley.

It couldn't possibly be Ashley Davies.

Could it?

My heart begins to race at the thought of seeing her for the first time in three years.

No, it couldn't be her.

I get up and start to pace around my living room talking to myself. The announcers voice brings my attention right back to the screen.

Ladies and gentleman, performing her never before heard song Talking To The Moon, give it up for Ashley Davies.

I can't move.

I can't breathe.

All I can see is Ashley sitting at a piano with a spot light on her.

She looks breath taking.

She is wearing a long black gown with a slender gold chain around her neck. Her unruly curls are up in a sophisticated bun, and her makeup is dark, making her eyes pop even more. The moment she starts to play her eyes close and my legs give out bringing me to the ground as I listen to her sing the opening lines. She takes a deep breath and sings,

I know your somewhere out there.

Somewhere far away.

I want you back.

I want you back.

My neighbors thing I'm crazy, but they don't understand

Your all I had

Your all I had.

At night when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself

Talking to the moon.

Trying to get to you.

In hopes your on the other side, talking to me to.

Or am I a fool

Who sits alone

Talking to the moon

Ohhh Ohhhh

I'm feeling like I'm famous

The talk of the town

They say I've gone mad

Yeah I've gone mad.

But they don't know what I know

Cause when the sun goes down

Someones talking back

Yeah, they're talking back.

At night when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself

Talking to the moon

Trying to get to you

In hopes your on the other side

Talking to me too

Or am I a fool

Who sits alone

Talking to the moon

Ahhh Ahhh

Ahhh Ahhh

Ahhh Ahhh

Do you ever hear me calling?

Ahhh Ahhh

Cause every night I'm talking to the moon

Still trying to get to you

In hopes your on the other side

Talking to me too

Or am I a fool

Who sits alone

Talking to the moon

ohhh ohhhhh

I know you somewhere out there

Somewhere far

Away.

Song Used : Talking To The Moon by Bruno Mars. Look up and listen to this song...its fantastic...just saying :)