CHAPTER 3

Being an early riser, Madison was the first one up the next morning, which Spencer was grateful for. She was sure she would've overslept. She always did, especially without an alarm clock.

Waiting for Madison to emerge from the bathroom, Spencer opened the closet curiously. What she saw almost made her jaw drop. The hugest walk in closet she'd ever seen in her life. It was as if the whole entire mall was stuffed inside. Spencer was sure that hundreds of shoes lined the floor as well.

Immediately, Spencer's mind began to wonder. Why were they even still here? With everything they were being offered, it was if the Davies sisters didn't even want them to leave. That thought terrified Spencer. The two girls seriously frightened her. If they were hostages….weren't they supposed to be dead by now or something?

"Spencer?" Spencer jumped as Madison's voice sounded behind her. "What are you doing?" Spencer didn't answer, only took a step to the left. Just like Spencer, Madison's mouth dropped open. "Oh my God! They want us to pick something from this closet?"

Spencer's voice wasn't nearly as excited. "I'm guessing so." Spencer didn't have a good feeling about all of this. They weren't just going to receive all of this stuff for nothing. There had to be a catch.

"Everything still has a tag on it Spence!" Madison yelled from where she now raided the large closet, her voice echoing off its walls. "I can definitely get used to this!"

Spencer didn't really know what to say, so instead she backtracked and walked into the bathroom. Beginning to get used to everything weird that was happening, Spencer's jaw didn't drop at the size of the bathroom. She was pretty sure that it was bigger than her bedroom back at their apartment. She decided not to waste time and immediately grabbed a washcloth and towel out of the closet. It was already past seven. She didn't want to know what would happen if she and Madison were late.

After washing, Spencer contemplated whether or not she wanted to wash her hair. After last night's events, it would be much welcomed. After a few moments, Spencer decided to just get it over with. She didn't mind going to breakfast with wet hair. After lathering the shampoo up, Spencer could feel herself beginning to relax. How could she be relaxed at a time like this? Spencer could only guess. She guessed that maybe it was the smell of the vanilla shampoo invading her senses.

Spencer rinsed once and hopped out of the shower. She could sense time ticking away. She reentered the bedroom with her towel wrapped around her body. An already dressed Madison waited on the couch, smiling slightly when Spencer came out.

"Why are you so happy?" Spencer asked, wishing she could be as positive as Madison seemed about the situation.

"Oh, nothing." Madison stood and did a small twirl. "How do you like my outfit?"

Madison wore the tightest pair of jeans she could find in the closet without cutting off her circulation. She topped it with a black biker jacket over a plain white tee-shirt. Spencer thought it weird that Madison looked like she was dressed to go somewhere. Unless she knew something Spencer didn't, they weren't going anywhere.

"It's nice."

"But the shoes are the best part right?" Madison said, sticking a knee-high boot covered foot out.

"You have some stripper shoes like that at home right?" Spencer asked, attempting to use a little humor. She might as well try to pick up on Madison's good mood.

"Yeah, I do." Madison chuckled. "And I'm going to have those shoes very soon. As soon as I see those two…." Madison paused, searching for the right name to call the two women. "…bitches, I'm going to demand them to let us go."

Spencer held in a sigh. She had no hope at this point, and seriously doubted that it would work. "Sure Madison. Good idea. Just let me put some clothes on first."

"Oh, don't worry Spence." Madison hurriedly said, rushing over to the bed. "I already picked an outfit out for you. It's almost as cute as mine."

Spencer looked at the bed in disbelief. "It's a dress Maddi."

"I know." Madison smile brightly.

Spencer stared at the blue sundress as if it would bite her. She shook her head, glancing back at Madison. "I'm not in the mood for a dress Madison."

"Well what are you in the mood for?" Madison asked, her eyes going from Spencer to the dress.

"Umm, I don't know." Spencer said, her tone a little unsure. "Maybe some jeans and a t-shirt?"

Madison gave a small chuckle. "I knew that was going to happen. So I went ahead and picked you out a t-shirt and some jeans." Madison returned to the couch and picked up a dark pair of jeans and a band t-shirt she'd found in the closet.

Spencer sighed in relief and gave Madison a genuine smile. "Thanks Maddi. You had me worried for a second."

Madison laughed. "I picked the dress out for myself. It just turned out I couldn't fit it." Spencer bit her tongue before she could comment on the size of Madison's butt. "You should be a little worried though."

Spencer's smile was immediately replaced with a frown. "Why?"

Madison shrugged. "That t-shirt didn't have a tag on it. Meaning it isn't new." Spencer rolled her eyes, choosing not to comment. Madison only laughed again. "But since you're not wearing a dress, how about some heels with those jeans?"

Spencer was becoming annoyed. What was this? A fashion show? They were being held against their will for crying out loud. She wished Madison would get with the program.

"I think I'll go with flip-flops."

Ten minutes later, the girls were leaving their room for the first time. They were surprised that the door was unlocked, not that it was locked before, but it seemed strange to have the door unlocked for their use. As they closed the door behind them, they were faced with a new dilemma.

"Spence, we don't know where the kitchen is." Madison glanced down the hallway nervously.

Spencer thought as quickly as she could. "Well kitchens are usually downstairs. Maybe we should try downstairs."

Madison was on Spencer's feet as they made their way down a long, winding staircase. Though Madison looked around in wonder, Spencer didn't blink an eye and only continued to search for the kitchen. From the room they'd been kept in, she'd already guessed that they were in a pretty large house. The aroma of food wading throughout the house helped them find the kitchen with ease.

"Hello girls."

They heard the voice before they saw who it came from. As they rounded the kitchen doorway, they were met with a small figure bent over the stove. The elderly woman glanced up and shot them a friendly smile.

"How did you sleep last night?"

Spencer and Madison glanced at each other in confusion. Who was she? Though under weird circumstances, Spencer always remembered her manners.

"We slept fine thank you." She replied politely.

The woman gave a satisfied nod. "When the girls told me they were having guests, I just knew I had to make a big breakfast for everyone."

"It smells wonderful." Spencer said genuinely. The woman gave a pleased smile.

"You two must've been awfully tired last night. You were sleeping when they brought you in!" She gave a small chuckle. "I wanted to introduce myself, but nothing would wake you girls up!"

"That's because-" Madison began to speak before Spencer cut her off.

"I'm sorry we were too tired to introduce ourselves." Spencer gave an apologetic smile. "I'm Spencer. And this is my friend, Madison."

"I'm Lily, Ashley and Kyla's grandmother."

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Davies." Madison finally got a sentence out, deciding to just be nice and follow Spencer's lead.

"The pleasure is all mine girls." Lily swatted at a strand of white hair. "Why don't you go ahead into the dining room? The girls should be down shortly."

Spencer and Madison gave the nicest smiles they could muster and made their way to the dining room. The long wooden table could seat at least twelve people it seemed. And neither girl was surprised at the large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. As far as they knew, it would only be the two of them and the two sisters. Once they were out of Lily's earshot, Madison turned on Spencer.

"What the hell Spencer?!" She quickly snapped. "Why were you being so nice to her?"

Spencer tried to keep her voice low as she responded. "She's an old woman Madison."

"So? I don't give a damn about her age."

"Well I learned to always respect my elders." Spencer replied, her tone definite. "Besides, I really don't think she knows anything."

"She doesn't know anything."

Madison and Spencer both jumped at least a foot in the air. They whirled around to see the two brunettes, one slightly amused and the other the opposite.

"And it's going to stay that way. Got it?" Ashley spoke once again. Spencer fought a shiver. Ashley was….she didn't have words for what she thought when she saw Ashley. She was sure though, that fear was one of those feelings.

Spencer and Madison both nodded silently, previous thoughts out the window. They would definitely do what they were told for now.

"Now that we've said our good mornings, lets have a seat shall we?" Kyla said, a pleasant smile on her lips.

Spencer chose the seat nearest to her, next to the head of the table. Madison didn't waste time in grabbing a seat next to her. Kyla took a seat across from Madison and Ashley stood with a hand on the seat next to her. Spencer prayed to God that she didn't sit in front of her. How was she expected to function smoothly when she only had to look up to meet those eyes?

Seconds later, Lily exited the kitchen with full plates in each of her hands. Though you could've missed it in the blink of an eye, Spencer saw the quick crease in Ashley's forehead. Kyla wasn't as subtle with her displeasure, a frown lightening her features.

"Grandma, why are you doing this?" Ashley asked gently, her voice maybe the softest Spencer had heard since the night before. She quickly took the plates from Lily, with much objection. She sat the plates in front of Spencer and Madison before turning back to Lily.

"That's what we have help for Grandma." Kyla added. "As a matter of fact, Alyssa!" Spencer winced as Kyla's shout echoed off of the walls.

Without seconds, a woman who seemed to maybe be in her thirties rushed into the dining room, her face red from her quickness.

"Yes?"

"Why is our Grandmother waiting on us when it should be you?" Kyla asked, any previous niceness gone from her voice.

"Sh-She wanted to do it." Alyssa stuttered nervously.

"It doesn't matter what she wants to do." Kyla responded without hesitation. "We hired you to take care of it. Why aren't you at least helping her?"

"Excuse me." Lily cut in, not an ounce of fear in her voice. "It does matter what I want to do thank-you. If I hadn't done what I wanted to do, neither of you girls would even be here today." Kyla's mouth immediately snapped shut as she was scolded. "I gave Alyssa a break, and that's what she is going to take. Alyssa, please take a break." Alyssa looked between Ashley and Kyla nervously. Lily simply waved her off. "Go." As Alyssa shuffled from the room, Lily turned on Kyla and Ashley. "Please do not make me embarrass you in front of these nice ladies."

Kyla and Ashley both only stared at their feat as they were scolded. Though they played the part of being ashamed well, Spencer could tell that they had smiles on their faces. Ashley was the first to speak.

"Will you be eating with us today?"

Lily shook her head. "No, I feel I'm not up to it this morning. I think I will just lie back down. You girls don't mind it do you?"

Ashley's face was immediately over come with worry. "Are you okay? Do you need me to get anyone?"

Lily waved her off quickly. "I'm fine, I'm fine. What you can do for me is entertain your guests and leave me be."

"Are you sure?" Ashley asked, unsure. Lily didn't respond, only waved her off once again and left the room. The room was silent for a few moments before Kyla spoke.

"Alyssa!" She yelled. Once again, Alyssa was there in seconds. "Finish serving us please."

Once they were all seated, there was a heavy silence in the room. Spencer only stared down at her plate. Ashley had chosen to sit across from her, making breakfast all the more awkward. She sneaked a glance to her left to see how Madison was faring. Madison seemed to be doing well as she shoveled a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

"How old are you two?" Kyla broke the silence after a few minutes.

Spencer sighed deeply and sneaked another glance towards Madison. Hadn't they just gone through this the night before? Spencer didn't think she wanted to take Madison's lead again, so she quickly answered.

"Nineteen."

Madison shot her a small look before answering. "Twenty."

"You're nineteen?" Ashley was the one to speak, directing her question to Spencer. Spencer only gave a small nod. Ashley chuckled. "I'm not going to do anything to you." Spencer chanced a look up, only to find Ashley's eyes on her. "Are you in school?"

Spencer struggled to keep her gaze from falling back on her plate. Ashley's eyes bore into her own, making her more nervous by the second. "No, I decided to take a break from school this year."

"What about a job?"

Spencer shook her head. "No job."

"So you don't really have anywhere to be right now?" Though it was a question, Spencer could tell that Ashley had already come to that conclusion.

Damn. Spencer was just now realizing where this conversation was going. No one would really miss her. The only person who would notice she was missing, was sitting right beside her. Glen called only sometimes. Her parents hardly ever called. She didn't have a job to check up on her missed days. And she didn't go to school. It was almost as if she didn't exist.

Ashley didn't say anything else to Spencer, only slid her gaze to Madison. Madison shot Spencer a pitiful look and did her best not to meet Ashley's gaze.

"What about you?" Ashley asked, ignoring the fact that Madison wasn't looking at her. "Job?" Madison nodded. "School?" Another nod. "Boyfriend?" Another nod. Ashley had an amused look on her face. "You're lying."

Madison quickly shook her head. "I'm not."

"Where do you work?" Kyla asked, taking a sip of juice from her glass.

Spencer could only listen in despair. Ashley was right. Madison was lying, about everything. Madison wasn't the best liar, which seemed weird because she was so outspoken. No, even though Madison spoke a lot, what she told was always the truth of her opinion, so she never had a reason to lie.

"I work…." Madison shot Spencer a look for help. "I work at Pizza Hut."

Kyla's smile hadn't faded. She didn't believe Madison one bit. She turned to look at Spencer. "Where does your friend go to school?"

"UCLA." Spencer was quick in answering. Growing up with the parents she'd had, Spencer had to learn to lie quickly…and well. She got away with all types of stuff when it came to her parents.

Kyla shot Ashley a glance. She wasn't too sure about this Spencer chick. Ashley only gave a small nod for Kyla to continue.

"What does she major in?"

"Film." Once again, Spencer spoke quickly. She hoped they couldn't tell she was lying through her teeth. Going to UCLA was her dream, and majoring in film was what she wanted to do, not Madison.

"You're lying." Ashley spoke, the smile she once had was now gone from her face. She sat a little straighter in her seat but looked at Spencer closely. "But you're pretty good. Actually, you're really good. But you answer the questions a little too quickly for it to be true."

Spencer was silent. She wasn't sure quite how she was supposed to take that.

"So neither of you are doing anything constructive with your lives?" Kyla asked, glancing from one girl to the other. "It wouldn't matter if you stayed here a few extra days before we decide what to do with you."

Spencer and Madison looked at each other helplessly. Madison cleared her throat before speaking up.

"But…why?"

"Here we go again with the questions." Ashley turned an accusing a look on Madison. "Have you forgotten so quickly?" Madison's eyes fell in her lap. Oh God, she was about to die. Ashley continued, pleased with the fear on Madison's face. "I don't think it's that I don't like questions that much. I'm starting to think that maybe it's your voice Madison." Kyla gave a small chuckle as Ashley continued. "But don't worry, there is a solution for everything. From now on, you don't speak to me. Just get Spencer here to do all the talking. Okay?"

Madison was on the verge of saying something before thinking it over. Instead, she just nodded.

Ashley turned to Spencer. "Would you like to know why you have to stay here Spencer?" Spencer only nodded, a little afraid to speak. Ashley quickly shook her head and Spencer wondered what she did wrong. "Spencer, I want you to do the opposite of Madison. Don't ever nod or shake your head at me okay? I love your voice."

Spencer almost nodded before changing her mind. "Okay. Why do we have to stay here?"

"Well that should be actually easy for you to answer yourself." Ashley said, pleased that Spencer actually spoke now. "You saw some stuff that you weren't supposed to, plain and simple."

"I still don't understand." Spencer hesitated before she spoke. "I honestly don't know what's even going on. I don't really know who you are, so there's no way I could tell anything."

"You don't know who we are?" Ashley asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Spencer shook her head before answering. "No."

"You're not lying?" Kyla asked, the same surprise in her voice.

"No."

Ashley gave a small chuckle before pushing her chair back from the table. "Why don't you come with me Spencer?"

Spencer looked at Ashley warily. She glanced at Madison, who still had her head bowed.

"Don't worry. Kyla will take care of Madison." Ashley finally stood up from the table and waited as Spencer did the same. "Since you don't know anything, you really have no reason to fear me…"