It's so cool to have one of my favorite authors review my story and like it. Shout out to Cyberauthor!! You Rock!! Alright everyone here's Ashley's POV like I promised. I wrote it then completely changed it. I hope you like it. I noticed I never gave any ages so Spencer and Ashley are both 18. The other girls are around that age. While you're reading you can pick for yourself.

Chapter 7: Ashley's POV

Two guards pull me away from kicking that bastard Cameron. I'm so angry I can't even see straight. How dare that dick wad talk that way about my father. It's a good thing I know how smart my father is. He would never get caught himself. All my life he's always gotten out of the worst situations. It was ridicules. As I'm being dragged away I look behind me and see Spencer talking to one of the guards. I guess she's explaining what happened. I hope she doesn't leave out anything. I meant every kick and punch I landed on that ass wipe.

The guards drag me to this room with no mirrors. Oh crap! This is probably where they do all of their dirty work. They roughly throw me on a metal chair and handcuff both my hands behind my back. I see them stand across the room and talk amongst themselves. I wonder what they're going do to me? I see the guard that was talking to Spencer walk in with a look of hatred in his eyes.

"So Aiden are we gonna do the usual? I'm sure Cameron will want to get in on this." One of the guards says playing with his zipper.

I'm confused as to what they're talking about when it suddenly clicks. My eyes widen. Oh no. I flashback to when one of my dads' men was trying to rape me. He was holding me down, smiling triumphantly about to penetrate me, when my dad walked in just in time and shot him in the head. Needless to say I was terrified after that. I had repressed that memory but their talk had quickly brought it to the surface. I see Aiden walk over to me and graze his hand across my face before he backhanding me. Hard. My eyes water but I don't cry out. I can feel the left side of my face warming up quickly and I begin to taste blood on my lips. I spit it out.

"No boys. I've got this one. I'll teach her what happens when she messes with one of us."

" But Sir." one of the guards argues.

"No!" Aiden says sharply. "Now leave." I watch them walk out the room. Aiden looks at me. "You ok Davies? I had to make it look real."

"Make what look real, you sick bastard?"

Davies you do know what they were going to do to you right? I just saved your ass. Compliments of Spencer Carlin." I look up at him surprised. "I told her you wouldn't get the worst of it and I kept my word."

"Why would you care what she wants?"

"Because unlike you I know she's innocent."

"Still doesn't change the fact that if it wasn't me it would be some other girl."

"I don't participate in that. Never have."

"But you let it happen!" I snarl. "That's just as worse as you doing it yourself."

"We don't let it happen to just anyone. Just the worst cases. For instance people beating down guards. You better be happy I never liked him."

"It's still wrong!" I yell.

He looks guilty for a second then grabs a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Here let me wipe the blood from your face. I snap my head back.

Don't you touch me. You deserve to feel guilty." He looks taken back. Then his face returns cold. He pulls out a knife and walks toward me. I lean back, not that I could go anywhere. He starts cutting pieces of clothes of me and fraying some of my button holes. As if he could read my mind he begins to speak.

"I have to make it look like you put up a little fight. Now you do this right they won't know a thing. You don't have to scream because this room is soundproof." I roll my eyes. "I need you to look broken." I give him a face. "Perfect." He says. He opens the door and the other guards come in.

"Jeez Aiden. What did you do to her?"

He gives them a cocky smile. "I like it rough." I almost gag when I hear him say that. "Alright get her some new clothes and take her outside with the rest of the girls and don't worry boys she knows not to tell anyone." He grabs my chin roughly. "Right Ms. Davies?" I nod. "Good. Now take her away."


Now I'm outside sitting under a tree and it's been twenty minutes since my encounter with Spencer. She's slowly wearing me down. I mean she actually caught me staring all dreamlike at her. I don't know what she was rambling about but it completely mesmerized me. The way her mouth formed around all of her words captivated my attention more than anything. I just don't know what to do. I'm the badass whose father's a badass. It's in my genes, but when she comes around me or I catch her staring at me I'm completely reformed and it scares the shit out of me. I've slept with plenty of women in my day but none of them compare to the way she makes me feel. So here I am on the other side of the quad staring at her. Watching everything she does from the way she talks to the way she tilts her head when she's probing for information.She did that a couple of times in the lunch room. It took all of my power to keep my blank face and when she got in the way of that huge girl, suddenly, I cared what happened to her. I quickly sprang into action and grabbed the bitches arm. I was so mad I even did my signature chokehold. My dad taught me that. I smiled. It was more or less the few bonding times we've had when he wasn't killing people. I really miss him. I look up to see everyone heading back into the building so I get up and follow. I see Spencer ahead of me looking around. She finally looks behind her and sees me. She smiles lightly then turns back around. I stare at her longingly. Oh Spencer if only you knew what you are doing to me. I promise I'll show you one day. Hanging my head I walk back inside.

It's been a couple of weeks and Spencer hasn't tried to approach me. Not lunch, dinner or when we go outside. I haven't thanked her for that day but I think she knows. Before we went to bed I spoke her name and nodded my head. She smiled and we went on with our non lives. Lately our stares have been few and far apart. I think I scared her with my outburst. We just stay quiet and keep to ourselves. Even now when we're just sitting in the cell she'll just read or write in her journal. I kind of miss her. After the incident I started having nightmares about my dads lackey and what he almost did to me. While having these nightmares I guess I talk in my sleep and knock my blanket on the ground but always, a few minutes after, I feel warmth surround me and someone running their warm fingers through my hair quickly soothing me back to sleep. After those nights she's never asked me about my nightmares and I thank her for that.

It's about to be lights out so I quickly do my sit ups and push ups. I know she's watching me. I can always feel her eyes on me. When I finish my nightly routine I get in bed but I don't try to go to sleep, I just stare at the mattress above me. I hear her moving around a lot so I know she isn't sleep yet. Just as I'm about to drift off I see a hand hanging off the side of bed. I stare at it as it taunts me. I want to touch it and hold it so badly. After a while my emotions get the best of me and I grab her hand. After few seconds of not moving she slowly laces our fingers together. It was then that I shut my eyes and fell into a deep, safe slumber I'd never had before. It was then that I knew that I wouldn't be plagued with nightmares tonight.