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Ashley's POV

I stare out into nothingness, thinking about her. I've been here for a few days now, waiting for my girl to arrive, but there's been nothing that could possibly indicate she'll be here. I'm starting to wonder if Spencer was even charged. I find it hard to believe she wasn't because what she did was—

Kyla calls, "You coming?"

Kyla snaps me out of my daze, which forces me to follow her with my tray of food. I'm not too excited to eat today; despite the fact my body is longing to have something nourish it. My stomach has been entertaining me with rumbles and grumbles for the past few days.

Kyla guides me to the table I've been sitting at ever since I got here. The girls she introduced me to, aren't too bad, considering they're inmates. This sounds crazy, but I think the girls I've met, are more sane than the ones in the real world, especially Kyla. With Kyla, looks are very deceiving. She seems to be the kind of person that will slit your throat in the night if you look at her wrong, but she's not even close to being like that.

We reach the table and I quickly greet them and glance around the table before taking a seat. Madison sits to the right of me. She's here because of fraud. I think she manage to steal $100,000 from her work. Jen sits in front of me. Kyla told me she used to be "Glen." She's here for getting caught dealing drugs three times. I guess she didn't learn her lesson the first time. Then there's Chelsea, sitting next to Jen. I think Chelsea stole some really expensive paintings from an exhibit and that's why she's here. I sit down and realize I have no idea why Kyla's here. I haven't bothered to ask her either. I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask her now. I ask, "Kyla why are you here?"

She looks at me as she struggles to cut her food. She asks, "What do you mean?"

I explain, "What are you in for?"

She gets frustrated with the food and throws down the utensil. She says, "DUI three times."

I'm intrigued. I ask, "Really?"

She nods her head. She says, "Yup. My ex got me hooked on the stuff and before I knew it, it would make me end up here."

I take in what she tells me. I spit out, "How long?"

"10 years."

"Wow."

She explains, "Yea. Well, I only have nine years left."

I scuff my voice. I mumble to myself, "I wish I could say that."

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Everyone was sent to their cells after lunch to do what they wished. Kyla is lying down on her bunk, reading The Bible. She claims it will help her realize what she had done bad and how to renew herself. She also said the ward suggested she read it because it has worked wonders for people who have done wrong in life and have ended up in jail because of it. But the thing is, the ward also suggested I read The Bible because it'll help me learn I did something terrible, but did I really? I was protecting someone who I love, with all my heart, so didn't I necessarily do something good?

A few minutes later, we hear chatter and yelps coming from the beginning part of the cells. The sounds are getting increasingly louder and closer. I jump from my bunk and walk over to the open bars. I try to get a peak of what's happening, but whatever's going on is too far from here to see with the human eye.

The noise inches towards our cell, causing Kyla to pull herself from her book. The blurry image of two people becomes clear, as they are about two cells away from ours. I murmur, "Its Spencer."

Kyla asks in astonishment, "Spencer? Your Spencer?"

I bite my lip and say, "Yea." She's just about in front of our cell as I say, "Spencer."

Spencer turns her head towards me, but not too quick for the guard to notice. Spencer gives me a good wink and continues to walk to her cell. Oh, I think I just got butterflies in my stomach. That wink makes me breathless.

Kyla noticed the wink and says enthusiastically, "Whoa. Someone's getting some tonight."

I lightly slap her arm, expressing to stop teasing, but then I thought about it a little more. That could be arranged. I suggest, "Tonight, you're sleeping in Spencer's bunk and Spencer's gonna sleep here."

Kyla says, "But-"

I shake my head. I say, "Uh huh. You're going to find a way to swap with her tonight so that Spencer and I can have the most amazing sex anyone has ever fantasized about."

Kyla reluctantly agrees. She says, "But you haven't told me why she's even here, yet."

I look back at Spencer, who has stopped at a cell not too far from ours. I say, "Spencer will gladly tell you. She knows it better."

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Outside

The whole clan is gathered around on a picnic table, wanting to hear Spencer's story. Everyone has a story, but they're most intrigued about this one for some reason.

Spencer prepares to make her little speech. She clears her throat and begins to talk.

Well, once upon a time, there was a Spencer Carlin and an Ashley Davies. They instantly fell in love, the moment they laid their little 5-year-old eyes on each other. They grew up and grew more in love with each other. They were the perfect model for "opposites attract." Ashley was the hard-edged teen who didn't have one care in the world. On the other hand, Spencer was the secluded, down-to-earth girl. Their different personalities worked well with each other to create such a powerful love.

Yet, Ashley's personality didn't exactly enthuse Spencer's mom. Her mom hated her right off the bat. She thought she was nothing but trouble and certainly not someone her darling daughter should spend time with. It got even worse when Spencer told her mom that Ashley was gay. That pretty much made her go crazy. Spencer's mom never expressed that in front of Ashley, but she let it rip as soon as Ashley would leave the room. Since Ashley had no idea of the secret hatred, Spencer decided to keep it that way because nothing was going to stop her from being with Ashley—not even an ignorant mother.

Well, one day, they decided to tell Spencer's parents what was up. They told them about their relationship and how they are perfect for each other, no matter what anyone told them. Like usual, the only thing Spencer's mom did was nicely acknowledge it, but then nag Spencer whenever Ashley wasn't around.

The nagging was consistent until Ashley and Spencer finally broke it off when they went to college. The long-distance relationship didn't work out for them. Spencer was still so much in love with Ashley and was devastated when they broke up.

I break through the story. I say, "You never told me that."

She smiles, "Well, it's true. I cried myself to sleep so many nights because I realized we were done and there probably was no future for us as a couple, but I was wrong."

I bring her body in closer to mine as she continues to tell the story.

So anyways, finally Spencer had to stop the crying and move on with her life. She ended up meeting this supposedly really nice girl, Carmen. Spencer and Carmen started to go out and it was okay at first, but as they got closer to each other, Carmen started hitting her.

Spencer's mom knew that Carmen and Spencer were going out and she was more than delighted to hear that. She was glad it wasn't Ashley anymore. But the thing is, Ashley had grown and matured out of her "I hate the world" phase, but Spencer's mom refused to see it.

So the beatings eventually got too out of hand for Spencer to keep a secret any longer. Spencer finally decided to confess to her mother about Carmen, but she refused to believe it. Every time Spencer and Carmen would visit her parents' house, Carmen would act like a complete angel, but then quickly flip roles when they got home. Spencer's mom never saw that side of Carmen, therefore, she didn't believe. What Spencer couldn't understand was why her mother needed to visually see Carmen's aggression to believe it. Spencer's mom should've automatically believed Spencer and helped her, but she didn't.

Spencer waited a while to figure out what to do—how to get help. She was running out of options quickly. As a last resort, she turned to Ashley. She invited Ashley over for the summer to eventually confess what had been going on, hoping Ashley could help—she did. She ended up killing Carmen, which might not have been the smartest idea, but it got Spencer to safety.

Spencer was glad to have Ashley back into her life the she used to be because it had been a while since. Spencer just wanted to be with Ashley without any of the drama that came with it, but it never happened because as soon as the murder hit the newspapers, chaos broke out with Spencer, her mom, and Ashley.

Ashley and Spencer stopped by Spencer's house because it was the day before Ashley's trial and she figured they'd confess everything.

Instead of being in shock, Spencer's mom got angry. She gave a demonic look towards Ashley and screamed, "You just have to ruin everything good in her life don't you?" Obviously she didn't believe Carmen beat Spencer. Spencer's mom stood up from her chair and walked around the table to stand over Ashley. She yelled even louder, "You just can't let her be happy, right?"

Ashley stood up and yelled back, "Are you crazy? I saved your daughter's life! You should've seen the bruises she got from Carmen—they were unbelievable!"

Spencer's mom used all of her might to shove Ashley to the ground, creating a loud sound throughout the room. She dropped down to the floor and began suffocating Ashley. Spencer needed to save Ashley because she had no idea how far her mother would go. Spencer grabbed ceramic flowerpot on the ledge and smashed it on her head, causing her limp body to fall over on Ashley's side. Spencer's mother's big head shielded Ashley from getting hit with the debris. At first, Spencer and Ashley thought the impact had just knocked her out, but they kept checking her pulse, but she didn't have one.

Spencer was in sheer shock at what she did, but she had to do it. She had to protect Ashley even if it meant by killing someone.

Spencer looks at me and smiles. Her nose gently grazes mine as our lips caress each other's.

Kyla acts like a child. She says, "Oh boo. Get a room."

I smirk and say slyly, "We plan on it."