Hey guys. Here's a little update. I'll probably post again by tomorrow.

Question: Too much profanity?

I tend to swear all the time. I can't help it lol. I should probably change the rating for this story.

I'm not sure how old everyone is who reads this, so let me know if it's a problem. If it is, I'm really sorry. I'll try to stop myself! Lmao.

Spencer's POV

Cop: "Hold it right there young lady."

Shit! I dive into the guest bedroom as fast as I can. Fuck. That hurt. I crawl under the bed and try to keep as quiet as possible. I hear Ashley getting cocky with the police officer. I lay here for maybe 12 more minutes until I hear a car pull out of the driveway. I check the time on my cell phone; a little after 7 A.M. I roll out from under the bed and call my dad immediately.

Arthur: "Hello?"

Spencer: "Dad, go to the police station. They just arrested Ashley for trying to get into her house."

Aurthur: "I'm on my way."

I hang up and start to walk down the stairs. The door is still open, Ashley's keys are on the cement. I quietly make my way to the front door, grab the keys, and shut the door. I start to walk away but I turn around to make sure the door is locked. It wasn't. Good thing I remembered. I lock the door and get back up to Ashley's room. I look around and think about what she would need since she's staying with me. How much should I take for her? I wonder how long she's going to stay since her mom isn't here and she obviously can't stay here. Sweet! I walk in to her closet and find a few Louis Vuitton suit cases. I grab them and throw them out in to her bedroom. I can't believe she only has three suitcases. I think for a second and then get an idea. I walk out of Ashley's room and down the hall into her mother's bedroom. I wander around the enormous room until I find a closet. I open the door and find a room full of shoes. Wow. That's not necessary. I walk farther to the next door and open it. A regular closet, thank God. I see a Gucci duffel bag and another Louis Vuitton suitcase. I bet it's Ashley's. It's the same kind, and probably goes with her set. I grab both bags and walk back down the hall. I'm back in Ashley's closet and looking through her clothes. This might take a while. After about 30 minutes I have a suitcase full of jeans, skirts, and shorts. I drag it to the middle of the room and try to close it. This is going to be really hard. Somehow I manage to get it closed. I drag it out into the hallway. It's really heavy now. Is it possible for it to be heavier when it's closed? I can't drag it anymore, so I start pushing it. I push it out of the door and towards the stairs. I trip and the suitcase tumbles down the stairs. Oops. Oh well, less work. I need to get back to packing. I'm back in the closet pulling random shirts, if you would consider them that because of how little cloth is actually there, and throwing it into another suitcase. Once I've emptied that section of the closet, I notice the suitcase isn't all the way full yet. So I grab some long sleeve shirts and sweaters, just in case. I zip that up and luckily it's light so I can kind of carry it. I get to the stairs and let it go. It's too much work to carry it down the stairs, so I let it fall. I see that I've used the two bigger suitcases so I grab the smallest one and head into the closet once more. I open up a drawer, shoes. I open the next one, sandals. Next, boots. This is ridiculous! How many pairs of shoes do you Davies need? I slightly open the next drawer, underwear. There we go. I open it the rest of the way and see a black lace thong. Hello! Okay, this is awkward. I pull the drawer out and dump it into the suitcase. Now that I have bras and underwear, I guess now I have to pick out some shoes. Okay, one pair. I decide on a pair of white Chucks. She likes her Converse. Who doesn't? I throw the shoes in the suitcase with the underwear. Why not? That's all a person needs, Converse and undies! I zip that up and throw it out of her door in to the hallway. One suitcase and one bag left. Hmm.

Meanwhile...

At the Police Station.

Ashley's POV

This is fucking unbelievable. My dad dies, my mom leaves, I get arrested, Spencer-Oh my god! Spencer! Where is she? She was at the house with me before the cops came. I hope she didn't get arrested. These handcuffs hurt like a fucking bitch. Finally the asshole that's driving turns the car off and gets out. It takes him a freaking year to walk around and open my door. I get out and he pushes me against the car. He pats me down. If you ask me, he was just being a guy. Watch your hands buddy! Finally he's done harassing me, then he walks me into the station. I am so pissed off right now. I might be an orphan the next time I see my mom. I'll probably kill her the next time I see her, hence me being an orphan. He opens the door and as I walk in everyone looks at me as if I just murdered someone. He takes me to a room where there's a steel bench bolted to the floor. I feel the pain of the hand cuff subside from my left hand. That's better. Oh what an ass. He handcuffed me to the bench.

Ashley: "Assfuck!"

Cop: "Aw, that really hurt."

He slams the door. Now I'm in here by myself. I look around the room that I'm stuck in for who knows how long. It's kind of creepy in here. There's not much light with the door closed. I try to get up but am quickly stopped thanks to the metal around my wrist. Fuck. That really hurt. Time goes by and I'm still in here. I lay down on the bench. I don't give a shit. I get as comfortable as I possibly can. It's hard when you're basically tied to the bench. I stare up at the many cracks in the ceiling. I hear the door open again and I quickly get back to a sitting position. Uh oh...