CHAPTER 2

Spencer's head was pounding when she woke up. Did she drink anything last night? She couldn't remember taking a drink…but then again she couldn't really remember anything. Opening her eyes, all she saw was darkness. That was strange. Spencer always slept with her television on. Maybe she was just too wasted to turn it on the night before.

Rolling over, Spencer reached for the lamp she kept on her nightstand, only to crash into another body. What the hell? A thought immediately struck her. What if it was Marco? No, no, no. She wasn't serious about the one night stand thing. Before she could start freaking out, Spencer came to the realization that she still had her clothes on. Good, so nothing had happened. She once again reached for the lamp, prepared to kick Marco out with or without his clothes. All she felt was air. Now she could've sworn she kept a pink Hello Kitty lamp on her nightstand. For Heaven's sake, she didn't even feel a nightstand.

"Spencer?"

Madison? Why-the night's events immediately came rushing back to Spencer. Arguing, gunshots, running, and then darkness. The memories caused her to immediately shoot up in the bed and ignore the hard thudding going on in her head.

"Madison! Oh my God. Madison get up!" Spencer urged as quietly as she could.

Madison immediately sat up in the bed, memories coming back to her quicker than Spencer. "Where the hell are we?"

"I don't know but we need to find a way out. Find a light or something." Spencer let her feet hit the floor as quietly as she could.

"No!" Madison shot out of the bed quickly. "They might see the light. Are you trying to get us killed?"

Spencer froze for a second. She'd heard that accusation one time tonight, and look what happened. Maybe she should just listen to Madison.

"Okay, okay. Find the door, or a window, or something."

Spencer found a window with ease. A few lights were shining on the outside. As she looked out of the window, Spencer's breath caught in her throat. They were on a beach. They were on a fucking beach for crying out loud, with no other houses around them. Spencer felt the sting of tears behind her eyes.

"Spencer!" Madison whispered loudly. "Come here!"

"Where are you?" Spencer whispered back.

"By the door!"

Great, because Spencer totally knew where the door was. She sighed lightly and followed where she thought Madison's voice had come from. She ended up bumping into Madison, but quickly steadied herself.

"Why are we just sitting here Maddi? Open the door."

Madison quickly grabbed for Spencer's hands in the dark before she could do anything stupid.

"There are people out there Spence. Listen."

Spencer shakily steadied her breathing and stuck her ear against the door. She heard the sound of lowered voices from outside. Spencer guessed they couldn't be more than a foot away from the door.

"You're lucky that she wasn't home. She would've killed you for this." A woman's voice was speaking, as if she were scolding her child. "What part of a clean job don't you get? Clean means no witnesses and no hostages."

Spencer's breath caught in her throat. They were witnesses and hostages.

"But don't worry. I will speak with Ashley before she gets to you." The woman gave a dry chuckle. "But don't look relieved. She still won't take something this stupid too lightly."

"I'm s-sorry Ms. Davies. They weren't supposed to be there. It was just supposed to-"

"Don't make it worse Allen. I've heard the story once already. Now why don't you follow orders correctly this time, and check on them."

The next thing Spencer heard was the click of the lock on the door. She looked at Madison in surprise. Being in such close proximity, Spencer could see the wild look on Madison's face.

"Get the window open Spence."

Spencer didn't ask any questions as she raced back over to the window. She could hear the door knob shaking in the background, which only quickened her haste. Pushing on the window, she was relieved to find it wasn't locked. Before she could turn and find Madison, a voice rang in her ears.

"I really don't think you should do that."

The voice was soft and feminine, the same voice from before. Spencer immediately froze in her tracks, contemplating on whether or not to jump headfirst out of the window.

"There's really no use." The voice continued. Light blinded Spencer momentarily when the light switch was flicked on. "We'll catch you within minutes." Still not convinced, Spencer stayed where she was. "Besides, you wouldn't want to leave your dear little friend would you?"

That last question got Spencer to turn around quickly. One of the scary Tuxedo men, who she guessed was named Allen, had Madison by the hair. Spencer thought that seemed a little harsh, seeing as how Madison wasn't even struggling to get away. She nervously glanced between Madison and the window. Madison attempted to shake her head.

"Do not leave me Spence…." Madison's pleaded. "Please."

Spencer was torn. Weren't people usually told to go on without them? Or to save themselves. In any other situation, Spencer might've laughed. Madison was never the type to put other people's safety first.

Spencer stepped away from the window, though every reflex in her body was telling her not to. She couldn't just leave Madison there. No, she was too nice for her own good.

"That was sweet of you." The young woman said, giving Allen a small nod. He nodded in return and released Madison, who flew to Spencer's side. "You can go Allen."

"Are you sure Miss?"

"I said go Allen." The woman replied, waving him off.

Allen shot the girls dirty looks before exiting the room. The woman simply laughed and addressed the two girls.

"I think you two are on Allen's bad side now." A smile was planted on her face. Madison and Spencer glanced at each other, unsure of what to do. "But don't worry about him. Why don't you have a seat?"

Madison immediately walked toward the bed and perched herself on the edge. Spencer hesitated slightly before doing the same.

"I was thinking the couch, but where you are is fine." The woman's voice was now teasing. She came closer until she stood in front of them. "What are your names?" She held up her hand before either girl could respond. "And please don't give me the names off of your ids. We have them….and they're not very good. Your phones are safe by the way…" Spencer shot Madison a side glance, but said nothing. She was sure they wouldn't be getting their money back now. "It's really easy." The woman continued with a smile. "Here, I'll start. My named is Kyla."

Spencer hoped that if she stayed quiet, maybe she would just disappear. Kyla waited patiently for a few moments before her smile disappeared slightly.

"I can give you guys nicknames if you want. It would be much easier if you just spoke though." Kyla waited for a few moments before shrugging. "Suit yourselves. Believe me, someone will get a name out of you sooner or later."

Spencer followed Madison's lead and still kept her mouth shut. She'd never been much of a leader, and that wasn't going to change now. It was fine by her if they received nicknames, as long as they were let go soon.

"Next question. How old are you guys?" Again, Kyla received silence. She grinned. "See, I could believe you guys are twenty-two and twenty-three, if your ids weren't fake. So now I know that you're younger than that…." Kyla's head perked up as if she'd just realized something. "Those were fake ids, which you used to get into a twenty-one and over club. Which means you guys must be under twenty-one."

Madison and Spencer glanced at each other once again. No shit they were under twenty-one. Not noticing their looks, Kyla continued as she paced back and forth in front of them.

"I'm guessing you guys are maybe nineteen or twenty." Kyla stopped with a grin in front of Spencer. "I'm right aren't I? Your expression gives it away blondie." Madison shot Spencer a glare before turning back to Kyla.

"What do you want?"

"She speaks!" Kyla said with a laugh.

"That's not all I can do." Madison spoke before she thought, only to receive a hard nudge from Spencer. She didn't want to die tonight thank you.

Kyla's smile twitched a little. "I think I liked you better when you didn't speak." Before anyone could say anything else, Kyla's phone rang. She fished it out of her pocket and held up a finger, stalling the girls. "Hello?"

Spencer tried in vain to meet Madison's eyes, and once she did, she wasted no time in whispering. "What are we going to do?"

"Look at her." Madison whispered back. "She's tiny Spence. There's two of us. We can take her."

"I can hear you." Kyla cut in as she snapped her phone shut. "And I don't think that will be necessary." Her smile returned, which Spencer was fast realizing didn't just mean happiness. "You see, my work is done here. You two don't answer any of my questions. "

"So we can go?" Spencer asked hopefully, speaking to her for the first time.

Kyla laughed and tucked her phone back in her pocket. "Sure you can leave…if that's what Ashley agrees on. I don't really care what happens to you two."

Madison visibly paled and Spencer looked at her curiously. "What's wrong?"

"Spence, her sister is coming." Madison's voice caught in her throat as she spoke.

Spencer looked on with a blank face. So what her sister was coming? They were one step closer to getting out of there right? Seeing as how Kyla didn't give a damn what happened to them, maybe her sister would.

"Okay…" Spencer trailed off a little. Her fear was already at its peak. She couldn't be any more frightened than she already was.

"You don't realize you should be scared do you?" Madison asked, her eyes darting from the door back to Spencer.

"That's a good thing." Kyla spoke from where she now sat on the couch across the room. "Ashley's doesn't like fear."

"Why should I be scared?" Spencer asked quickly, fear once again starting to creep up on her. Maybe she was wrong about her fear being at its peak.

The turning of the door knob snapped everyone out of their thoughts. Spencer quickly shut her eyes and grabbed onto Madison's arm, burying her face into the side of her neck. She didn't think she wanted to see who'd just entered the room.

"Are you okay?"

The voice was soft and raspy, as if she was a smoker. Spencer felt Madison tense up, which only increased her nervousness. She guessed that this was the infamous Ashley, and that the question wasn't directed towards either of them.

"I'm fine." Kyla replied, the couch squeaking as she stood. "You'd do better by asking our guests the same question."

Spencer didn't have to look up to feel eyes immediately turn on them. Again, she squeezed her eyes shut. If she just sat there, maybe she would disappear. Peeking one eye open, Spencer held in a sigh. She was still there.

"Oh yeah?" Ashley asked, her eyes burning holes into the two girls. Unlike Kyla, not a trace of amusement was on her face. "And why is that?"

"Let's just say…they are stubborn, and maybe a little too smart for their own good."

"Are they smarter than you Kyla?" Ashley asked, a hint of amusement creeping into her voice. "They seem a little scared to me. That's definitely a smart thing to be." Kyla and Ashley both shared a small laugh. "What's your name?"

A few seconds of silence passed and Spencer briefly wondered if she was speaking to her. Madison stopped her worries as she spoke.

"M-Madison."

"That wasn't so hard was it?" Kyla spoke first. She turned to Ashley. "She's a fucking genius that one. Wait….on second thought, she had a hard time telling me her name."

"Uh-oh." Ashley said, taking a few steps closer to them. Spencer could sense her directly in front of them, and she made sure not to move an inch. "I thought you were smart Madison. And yet, you couldn't remember your name when she asked you? That's a point down for you."

Madison bit her tongue. Any other time, she would've had a comeback ready. But this wasn't any other time. Madison's life was on the line. She'd heard about the Davies sisters. Who hadn't heard about the Davies sisters….besides Spencer? They were the most feared drug lords in Los Angeles, though they were feared for different reasons.

Kyla was considered the 'nice' sister, though she was still far from nice. She was a gifted manipulator and was known for always bending rules to suit her needs. Nothing really angered her, except when she didn't get her way. Though she was a 'people pleaser', Kyla was always quick to turn if she didn't get just what she wanted, which helped her a lot in the business. People knew not to ever deal her a bad hand, or she'd give it back twice as hard.

Ashley was considered the ruthless one. She just didn't give a damn. Most people feared her through her reputation, which she'd earned at an early age. She was always the problem child….it was just her luck that it happened to be a good thing in her line of work. Though Kyla was quick to jump in for the lead, most people knew it was Ashley's thoughts behind everything. She was the most respected, and the most feared. Most people never bothered to cross her. They didn't want to know what they'd get in return.

Though they'd both earned their individual reputations, both girls had gotten a head start in the drug game through their father. Both girls were daddy's girls, which led them to be around him most of the time, which exposed them to the type of life they led. They didn't mind. Their father could do nothing wrong in their eyes, which led them to take over the family business when he died. They wouldn't let his business die with him.

"I tell you what though…." Ashley continued speaking to Madison as if it were a regular conversation. "You can get that point back….go ahead and ask me how."

"How?" Madison asked, her voice dripping with distrust.

"Spell your name."

"Huh?" Madison replied, confusion and fear all over her face.

"If you're so smart, spell your name." Ashley replied easily.

"I suggest you just spell it." Kyla cut in. "Ashley gets mad when people ask a lot of questions."

"She's right." Ashley nodded her head in agreement, a small smirk on her lips.

Madison took a shaky breath and glanced down at Spencer, her face was still buried in her neck. "M-A"

"In sign language."

"What?"

The click of a gun caused Spencer to quickly raise her head. The first thing she saw was the barrel of a gun pointed towards Madison. Madison's face was frozen in surprise. What had she done? Spencer glanced across the room to Kyla, who stood with a look of amusement on her face before looking back at the woman standing in front of her. Ashley didn't even seem to notice her. No, her eyes were trained on Madison. And though Spencer felt a little selfish for thinking it, she couldn't help but be happy that those eyes weren't on her.

"Please remind her Kyla." Ashley said, her eyes never leaving Madison's.

"I warned you…she doesn't like for people to ask a lot of questions."

"But…." Madison started to speak before Ashley cut her off.

"I suggest you just stop." Ashley turned her gaze on Spencer, though her gun stayed pointed on Madison. "What's your name?"

"Spencer." Spencer didn't hesitate with her answer. After seeing how Madison was treated, she decided to do anything she could to stay off of Ashley's bad side.

"Spencer." Ashley repeated with a small nod. "I see you have no trouble remembering your name." Ashley paused and Spencer wondered if she was expected to comment or not. She guessed not as Ashley continued. "So tell me Spencer….are you guys good friends?" Spencer only nodded. "Best friends?" Another nod. "Okay, I'm going to ask you another question. I need you to think about your answer really hard okay? And answer with a yes or no." Spencer held her breath. She could tell she wouldn't like what was coming next. "Do you want your friend to die?"

Spencer was silent for a few seconds. Asking 'what?' was on the tip of her tongue, until she once again looked at Madison's position. "No."

"Is that your final answer?" Ashley asked, her eyes darting between the gun and Spencer.

"Yes."

Ashley immediately lowered her gun, and turned back to Madison. "She just saved your life. That won't happen again Madison. So I expect the both of you to watch what you say and how you say it. Do I make myself clear? "

Madison released the breath she was holding and gave a nod. Spencer didn't hesitate in doing the same. She felt as if she were once again in her parents house, but this time she would listen to every little thing she was told.

Kyla walked until she stood by Ashley's side. Her signature smile was already in place. "The door over there leads to an adjoining bathroom if you need it. The closet is already filled with clothing. If you can't find your size, let us know and we will take care of it. Breakfast is at eight sharp. I really suggest you don't keep us waiting. Any questions?"

Both girls shook their heads and watched as the other two women turned to leave. Kyla flipped the light switch as she exited the room. Ashley turned just as she reached the doorway, her shadow outlined by the hallway light.

"I advise you not to try and leave. There is always someone close by. Your feet would never even hit the ground."

As the door shut behind her, Spencer turned to Madison. "What just happened?"