I'm glad you liked my last chapter. I was so nervous because I had so many problems with it. I think it came out good. Thanks for staying with me since I obviously suck at updating.

Disclaimer: Don't own Shizzle

Chapter 8: My Heroes?

Last night was so amazing. I know all I did was hold her hand but it was so much more then that. It was as if she was finally excepting me, finally giving into her emotions. I see her stare at me when she thinks no one is looking. It's quite cute. I wish we could take a step forward but I know that I can't rush anything with her because the little progress we've made could go down the drain. I wonder what she's doing? If she's thinking of last night as much as I am.

"Spencer !" I hear someone calling my name. "Spencer are you in there?" I quickly snap out of my daydream.

"What's up?" I ask Chelsea.

"Spencer you've been washing that same dish for about ten minutes now."

"I'm sorry Chelsea." I say smiling.

"Whose got your mind so….." Chelsea trails off. It's Ashley isn't it?

"How did you know?" I ask smiling at her.

"Um she's only the one person you talk about."

"I do not."

"Yes you do. Ashley this and Ashley that. It's pretty funny."

"I'm sorry. I just can't help it."

"On a serious note, you might want to keep your Ashley babbling a little low. Not everyone is comfortable with it."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say you're not the only one crushing on someone." I stop washing my dish and look at Chelsea a little intrigued. Ok a lot intrigued.

"Chelsea who is it?" I ask putting on my "I'm not playing games" face. Everyone knows not to mess with me when I have it on. Well my group knows. I think if I tried it on anyone as they'll beat my ass down. Then Ashley will have to save me again. I say smiling but I quickly make it disappear. Focus Spencer.

"Oh God Spencer put it away. I'll tell you. Jeez. I slip on my smile and wait for Chelsea to answer. "It's Kyla." My eyes go wide.

"No!" I say in disbelief. "I didn't even think she liked me. She's been unnaturally quiet and you know how rare that is."

"That's why. She knows your hung up on Ashley and she doesn't want to get in you way."

"Wow." I say going back over all the times I've spent with Kyla. I still don't see it.

"Please don't let Kyla know you know." Chelsea pleads.

"I won't say anything." I say zipping my mouth shut.

"Ok ladies you're done for the day. Back to your cells. Thank God, my hands were starting to prune.

"Carlin." I turned around and see Aiden standing there. "You have some visitors." I suddenly stop breathing. It all comes rushing back to me. Paula, dad. I can't believe I had forgotten. Ashley's been occupying my mind so much that I haven't been thinking about my situation at all. How could I forget that? "Come on Carlin. Follow me." I walk behind Aiden but my mind is racing. It's probably my brothers who I haven't thought about either. I wonder how they're taking dad's death? How selfish am I? As I get closer my heart is beating, anticipating to see them. I walk into the room and see them standing there. We just stare at each other, eyes glistening from unshed tears. After about ten seconds I run to them putting my arms around both of them. I'm crying so hard. I didn't know how much I missed them until now. I hear clay shushing me. "It's ok Spencer. We're here. We're here." I pull back and look at them both. Clay, my adopted brother, his eyes have lost some of the excitement they usually have. I study him more closely and notice his chocolate skin looks pale. I know that's kind of out there but it did. I turn to Glen and see that he has let his blonde hair grew out. He's a lot more scruffier and looks a lot older than he is. Looking at both of them I see that they have tears running down there face. I hug them again.

"I've missed you so much. So much."

"We've missed you too Spence." Glen says. "You have no idea."

I pull back a second time and motion for them to sit at the table while I sat on the other side.

"So." Glen starts. "How have you been?"

I take a deep breath. "It was bad at first. I felt so alone and scared. Luckily a group took me in."

"Really?" Clay says. That was smart of you to get with a gang so you're not vulnerable.

"They didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do?" Glen ask.

"No." I shake my head. Glen looks relieved. "It's actually made of hot girls who have been in my situation." I chuckle.

"No kidding." Clay says interested.

"How hot, on a scale of one to ten?" Glen ask. I laugh.

"Oh Glen you haven't changed a bit."

"Spencer it's only been a month."

"You're right. Which brings me to this question. Why did it take a month to visit me." They both look down guiltily. "I mean you weren't even at my trial.

"Spence we were blind. You know how much we adored Paula. We couldn't see past her lies." Clay says looking down.

"You believed her? I asked shaking. "Spence." Clay says trying to reach my hand. I pull back. "You actually thought I killed my own father?"

"Spence you have to understand. We know you much hated Paula, and how much you hated dad for marrying her. Before we left for college we could already see your hatred for Paula growing everyday. I swear every time she walked in a room or she was brought up n a conversation you talked about all the ways you could end her." Clay tried.

"Please." I said in disbelief. "Every teen wants to kill their mother at one time or another epically if it's a stepmother. How naïve can you get.? Clay looked down. "Spencer." He said quietly. "She told us that you were trying to kill her but accidentally killed dad." My eyes widened. She said that somehow you got a hold of a gun and when she walked into the kitchen you aimed it at her, said some harsh words then proceeded to shoot. But you didn't know that dad was watching the whole scene. So when you slowly started to pull the trigger dad ran out and took the bullet for her.

Bull shit!! I cried out. My eyes turned deathly cold and I looked to each of them. "If I was trying to kill that bitch I wouldn't have failed." I said in a low deep, voice.

"Spencer please? Try to understand." Glen says.

"No!!" I scream standing up. "How could you?" I yell. "How could you believe something so farfetched?" Clay looks behind Spencer and sees the guards start to come in. He gives them a look and shakes his head. The guard back out the door giving him the "we're watching you" sign.

"Look Spencer. We know how stupid we are for believing such bull shit. Believe me we've already beaten ourselves up for it and frankly I don't think we'll ever stop. After you were sent away we were so angry we couldn't think straight. We needed someone to blame and you were already the culprit so we went with it. But after the funeral Paula started acting different." I sat back down wiping my eyes.

"How?"

"She was happy. You would think after someone who had just lost their husband would be anything but happy."

"It was after the lawyer went over the will that we were more suspicious. I mean wouldn't you think that if something happened to you we would get the money?" Glen said gesturing towards Clay and himself. So we did a little bit of searching. With Clay's ability to hack into computers we didn't find dads will, we found moms."

"Mom?" I squeaked.

They nodded they're heads. "Turns out Mom didn't leave any money for Dad. That's why dad married Paula so quickly after her death. He needed financial support. We already got the money she left for us but we had no clue she left that much for you.

"How much are we talking?" I asked curious.

"Where as ours was in the thousands, yours is in the millions." Clay hinted.

"Twenty million to be exact." Glen said.

"You've got to be kidding me?"

No. We're not. Clay said seriously. Not a day after the will was read we saw that the money was accessed almost immediately. We couldn't really do anything about it, plus we had to get back to school. Two weeks later I come home to check on her and the house is completely changed. All of our old furniture is gone and she even added to the house. I go to ask her what the hell all this is and I see Ben and Paula macking on each other in the kitchen.

"Wait? Isn't Ben dad's old college roommate? I ask.

"Exactly." Clay exclaims.

"That bitch. She was in it for the money the whole time." I say scowling.

"You're right. I'm sorry it took us so long Spencer. You don't deserve this. Not you. We're gonna get you out Spence. Glen and I have some money saved up. We should have enough to get you the best lawyer in town." Clay reached for my hand again and this time I let him grab it. He smiled. "Spence we'll get you out soon then bring that bitch down. Till then we'll be searching around for more evidence."

I smile. "Thank you Clay." I turn to Glen. "Thank you."

"Anything for you sis. Glen says smiling. I turn around at the sound of someone coming in. "Times up." I smile sadly at them. "See me soon?"

"You know it. It's just the three of us so we have to stick together." Clay said. I hugged them both again then let the guard escort me away. As I was walking back to me cell I couldn't help but still be pissed at my brothers for believing such shit. I get to the cell and Ashley isn't back yet. I'm so emotionally drained that I don't think I can even make it to my top bunk so I get into Ashley's bed. I'll just deal with the consequences later. I lay in Ashley's bed and stare at the lights. This uncontrollable sob burst through me and I can't stop crying. It's nearly impossible and I don't want to. I hug Ashley's pillow and I can smell her scent and it makes me cry even more because she's someone I don't think I'll ever have. I hear Ashley come in but I don't look at her. I guess she's wondering why I'm in her bed, but I don't care I'm not moving. I'm starting to calm down but I haven't completely stopped crying. For a while there's just silence and me sniffing and hiccupping. Then I feel it. Ashley slides behind me and wraps me in her arms. I quickly lace my fingers with hers and start crying more.

"Shh Spencer it's ok. It will be ok." She whispers in my ear wiping my tears away. But I'm not crying because I'm sad. Just her being there has made me forget for that for a moment. Her presence overwhelms me so that these were tears of joy. The funny thing is even though she's comforting me, the way she clings to me and tries to get closer, I know she needs this too.