Hey guys. Here's the next chapter. Please let me know what you think.
I have the "blah's" today, probably from writing this chapter lol. I could use some cheering up. Reviews, please!
Spencer's POV
((Flashback Continued))
We pull into Ashley's driveway and hop out of the car. I'm surprised I didn't make her carry me again. I slowly made it up the stairs and into her room. Ashley was right behind me. She closed the door and set the movie on the couch. I dragged myself over to her bed and collapsed on it face first. Throwing my purse accidentally as I fell. I hear the TV turn on and I instantly turn around. My purse must've hit the remote. I look at the screen, some VH1 behind the music marathon is on. I go start to lay down again but I immediately stand up after I hear:
"This just in. Rock star and lead singer of the band Purple Venom, Raife Davies, was involved in a fatal car crash on the Angeles Crest Highway this evening. Jan and our crew are on their way to the scene as we speak. New updates will be broadcasted in 30 seconds."
Please tell me I'm imagining things. I look over at Ashley and she's staring at the TV. Eyes wider than ever.
Spencer: "Ash..."
She drops to her knees and I rush over by her. I hold her in my arms trying to show her some form of comfort. She's crying frantically. What should I do? I am at a loss for words. I cannot believe this is happening. I look down at her and see how her heart is broken immediately. She makes eye contact with me, for just a second. As I look into her eyes I'm flooded with her emotion. Her cell phone starts to ring. I try to ignore it and thankfully whoever is calling hangs up. Now they're calling again, and again. I get fed up with this so I hurry and grab her phone from the bed and answer it.
Spencer: "Aiden! Now is not the time!"
I hung up. He was probably calling about the news. But, he didn't get one word in. I wouldn't let him. I set the phone on the nightstand and walk over to find Ashley shipwrecked on the floor. Basically just laying there, but the hysteria still in full force. I pick her up and walk her over to her bed. Before I can lay her down I feel her arms wrap around my neck. I hug her as tightly as I can. I want her to know that I am here for her. Always. I tell her how sorry I am, and we stand there for a good 20 minutes. She starts to get weak and not be able to stand. I hold her up and take a seat on the bed, sitting her in my lap. I wrap my arms around her to remind her I'm not going anywhere. I look at the clock; 12:32 AM. We sit there and stare at the TV as it shows pictures of the accident. I try to control my crying because I have to be strong for her. Ashley starts to yell. I'm not sure who she's yelling at. I just try to calm her down. Soon they start to show pictures of him, music videos, and concert footage.
Spencer: "Do you want me to turn this off?"
She just shakes her head. She sits there and watches the TV. Never blinking once. Silent tears streaming from our eyes. I just sit here and watch her. I really don't know what else to do. I rub her back and wipe tears from her cheek before they fall elsewhere. I'm not sure how much time has passed before I'm startled to hear her speak.
Ashley: "Spence. Can you wait downstairs for me? I need to be alone for a bit."
She stands up and so do I. I give her a hug and kiss her on the forehead. I walk out of her room and slowly close the door. I walk down about 7 steps and glance at the huge clock in the living room; 1:58 A.M. I sit down on the step with a big sigh. I watch the hands on the clock and replay tonights events. This doesn't seem real at all. Please let this be a nightmare. Please.
My thoughts come to a halt when I hear a crash. I run into Ashley's room and see her with one of her acoustic guitars over her head and smashing it into the TV. I feel my own tears running down my face faster than before. The body of the guitar breaks over the huge plasma TV. I watch as it sways back and forth in slow motion. Then at full speed it falls to the ground. Without wasting any time, Ashley starts to kick the screen. It cracks and cuts her foot but she doesn't seem to notice. I need to get her to stop.
Spencer: "Ashley! Please stop!"
She does stop. She looks at me and mouths my name. Then she falls to the ground sobbing again. She screams and starts punching the TV. Now her hands are bleeding. I run to the wall and unplug the cord, just in case. I pick her up, dodging the punches and walk her out of her room. I sit down on the steps a second time and pull her down with me. She finally sits and she lays her head on my shoulder and continues to cry. I look at the clock; 3:03 A.M.