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Chapter 2
"Ashley?" Aiden asked through the door. He's seen Ashley leave with a blonde girl, but he had been too drunk to stop her. Something just felt wrong. Ashley needed him. "Ash?" Aiden repeated, hitting his fists against the door. "Ash, open the fucking door!" When Aiden didn't receive a response, he pulled on the doorknob, surprising himself when it opened. "Ashley?" he called into the seemingly empty house. He could hear soft music playing upstairs and he ran to Ashley's room. When he opened the door, the sight before his eyes sent a shiver to his heart.
Ashley was lying on her back, arms outstretched. A pool of blood had formed underneath cuts on her left wrist. Aiden rushed to her side. "Ashley, baby, come on," he said, lifting her head onto his lap. "Ashley, come on, please. Open your eyes." When Ashley didn't respond, Aiden grabbed his cell phone and called 911.
"911 Operator, what is your emergency?"
"My friend tried to kill herself. Please. There's so much blood," Aiden cried.
"Ok sir, I am dispatching a unit now. What is your location?" the operator asked. Aiden told her Ashley's address and then drew his attention back to the bleeding girl. "Sir, I need you to check for a pulse. Can you do that?"
Aiden moved his fingers to her neck and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a pulse. "She's got a pulse. It's not very strong, but it's there."
"Is she still bleeding?"
"Yeah," Aiden replied. Knowing what the operator was driving at, Aiden ran to Ashley's bathroom and grabbed a towel. He wrapped the material around the fragile girl's wrist and waited for the ambulance the arrive. "god Ashley, what have you done?" He ran his finger over Ashley's forehead as he slowly rocked back and forth. "Please Ashley," he whispered.
Spencer threw herself onto her bed and grabbed her pillow. Pulling it close to her, she buried her tear-streaked face in the soft comfortable object. To say that Spencer was in shock would be an understatement. After everything her and Ashley had been through. Fighting with Spencer's family. Fighting with the world. Fighting with their feelings for each other. Ashley meant everything to Spencer, and now it's over. A part of her heart is missing and Spencer longed to feel whole again. She longed to have that love back. She'd been betrayed, thrown away like she was nothing. What did I do? Am I a bad person? Why would she do this to me? Spencer wiped her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. No…Ashley's sweatshirt. Anger filled the blonde as she tore off the warm article of clothing. She threw the shirt, crumpled, into the corner.
She fell to her knees, anger and pain filling her, the weight too heavy for her to hold. This was a pain that Spencer had never felt before. It was unbearable. She was alone. Her heart and soul were gone, and she was alone. She grabbed a picture from that held a photo of her and Ashley. She held the object, clenched tightly in her hands and stared at the image before her. Her knuckles turned white as she dug her fingers into the frame. Releasing a guttural yell, Spencer threw the picture against the wall, barely blinking when the glass shattered. Spencer leaned forward onto her hang, deep breaths escaping her lips. As she opened her eyes, she allowed herself to shed the last tear that she would ever shed for Ashley Davies.