Sorry again fanfictioners. I know that I suck cuz I haven't been updating but I'll try to make it up to you. I know my excuses suck also but at least I'm back with another update. Enjoy this Mothafucka!! Shout out to YOYOREB, my editor, for helping take this chapter to its full potental. She is here to stay.

Chapter 15: Spencer the Incredible

The long week had finally passed and today was the day I'd be getting my baby back. Excited was an understatement. Ecstatic is more like it. Maybe even overjoyed, even….ok maybe I need to work on my synonyms a little more, but my feelings are all the same. I've just gotten up and am waiting for one of the guards to let me out. After a few minutes he unlocks the door and I fall into step with Chelsea.

"You're in a good mood for being in jail." Chelsea says. I just smile at her. "Oh right. Ashley comes back today."

"Yep!" I say bouncing up and down. For some reason I looked back behind me and see that Kyla was staring right at me with the deadliest smirk on her face, but in her eyes if you were looking hard enough you could see that she was scared out of her mind. How many times can a girl hear "you better hope she die's" before she becomes scared shitless? I smile at her then turn my head towards the front. "I got a new chore today." I tell Chelsea. "The bathroom." That means cleaning toilets, showers and sinks for two hours. I shudder thinking about it.

"It's not that bad." Chelsea says.

"Alright Chelsea whatever you say. I'll see you later today."

"Ok girl. Watch your back it looks like you have company." Chelsea warns me.

I turn around again and see Madison and Carmen following Chelsea and Kyla following me. Oh great, confrontation. I really hope she stays out of my way. I really don't feel like being angry the first time Ashley sees me in a week and three days. I head over to get my supplies like the other girls and before I even touch the sponge someone pulls my other arm and turns me around. I see that it's Kyla and quickly pull my arm back.

"Don't you ever fucking touch me. You have no right." I say seething. It was amazing how angry I became when she got near; it was as if her presence triggered something dark I had bee holding inside of me.

"Spencer, I'm sorry about Ashley and everything I've put you two through." Kyla says.

"Sorry?!" I yell. "You think you can fix everything with a simple sorry? God dammit! You fucking stabbed my girlfriend." I felt it coming fast and I couldn't have stopped it if I tried. It was as if my fist had a mind of its own. I punch her. I punch her hard and fast repeatedly. She never even stood a chance. Next thing I know is I'm on top of her banging her head on the ground. "You stabbed my girlfriend!!" I felt myself being lifted off of her.

"Spencer calm down please." It was Aiden. "Spencer!" he yelled. He dragged me to a room with no windows. I assume it was the same room he took Ashley to before. "Sit" he told me sternly. I sat in the wooden chair and he left. I just sat there trying to calm my nerves and to regulate my breathing. It was working. I leaned back and stretched my arms in front of me. I could see the red bruises on my knuckles. Some of the skin was peeling off. It was interesting to see that I had done this. Little old Spencer bruised her knuckles by punching someone. I was in shock to say the least because I had never punched anybody not even my brothers. The door opened and Aiden stepped in with a bloody cloth in his hand and threw it at me.

"Spencer do you see this? This is Kyla's blood. There is still more where that came from. You really did a number on her face and the back of her head." He yells. "You do realize you cud have killed her?" I looked away from him a little ashamed.

I looked away from him a little ashamed. "I'm not a killer." I say quietly.

Well you would've been if I hadn't stopped you. Spencer please don't stoop down to her level. I know she stabbed Ashley but you are not her."

My eyes widened. "You know?" I ask in disbelief.

"It's obvious that it was her Spencer."

"Then why don't you do anything about it?"

"With what evidence? No one will fess up. For all I know it could've been anyone. Not a lot of people liked Ashley." He walked over to the table and sat on it. "I know it was Kyla but I don't have any proof. It's out of my hands. Don't get me wrong I'm glad someone finally knocked that girl the fuck out but don't ever do it again." Against everything in me I asked how she was doing. "She's fine. She blacked out a little but the doctor said she'll be alright in a few hours. She might have a minor concussion but that's it. Now it's outside time but I have to give you some kind of punishment so you are confined to your cell."

"Aiden please I haven't been outside in two days." I beg.

"I'm sorry Spencer but since you were caught on the girl you have to have some kind of punishment."

"I understand." I say quietly. Aiden walked me to the entrance door of the cells. He swipes his card to let me in then closes it behind me. I walk down the row of empty cells wondering if there's a book left I haven't read yet. I see my cell and walk into it without looking up.

"What? No hello?" The moment I heard that voice my head shot up to see beautiful Ashley in her orange jumpsuit lying on her bed, hands behind her head, smirking at me. Before my brain knew what I was doing I ran over to the bottom bunk and jumped on top of Ashley. Ashley let out a terrifying screech and I quickly rolled off of her to the other side of the bed. Then I remembered. How could I have been so stupid? I look at her feeling so bad. Ashley opens her eyes taking slow deep breaths to subside the pain. She looks at me and sees that a tear has escaped my eye.

"Oh baby it's ok." She pulls me to her and I cuddle to her side burying my face in the crook of her neck. "Sh it's ok; momma just ain't what she used to be." Ashley jokes. I let out a slight chuckle. I lift my head up and stare at her, tears nearly coming out of my eyes.

"You're really here." I whisper. I lift my hand to her delicate face and start tracing her features. I outline her eyes nose and mouth, and my fingers stop at her chin as I place a light kiss on her lips. I pull away and begin tracing my fingers her chin to her neck to her breast. Her breath starts to quicken.

"Spencer." she moans.

"Sh. I need to do this. I need to memorize your body so I will feel you all the time. If you ever leave me, I need to picture every curve and crevice in my mind, so you will always be with me.." I move from her breast down her to stomach and stop just before her wound. My hand hovers over it.

"It's ok," Ashley says. My hand starts to tremble and I don't know if I can do it. Ashley unbuttons her jumper and lifts up her t-shirt for me to see. There's a red scar that is slightly yellow around the edges, and deep blue and purple on its perimeter. She grabs my hand and gently places it on the scar. I gasp. My shaky fingers lightly trace the scar slowly and carefully going over the shape. "The doctor says it's healing nicely so I should be ok in a about a month and a half." I nod my head acknowledging that I heard her. Slowly I lean in and place the gentlest of kiss on her wound. I stay there with my lips on her wound as if my kiss could bring her some kind of extra healing. I look up and see her staring so deep into me that I feel myself stop breathing. Even though we hadn't expressed our feeling of love aloud I could see it in her eyes. "I missed you." she says sincerely.

I smile and slowly retrace he body with kisses; from her breast to her neck, her neck to her chin, and her chin got her moist lips. This time the kiss wasn't so soft. I kissed her long and hard trying to convey all of my feelings for her through one kiss. Oh God there were so many feelings I needed to share with her and by the urgency of her tongue moving fast in and out of my mouth, I knew she felt them all.