Chapter 8

So I didn't get a lot of reviews on the last chapter. If you guys want want to continue, let me know. I would love feedback as well as suggestions on what you want to see happen in the story. I am writing this story to include all of my favorite plot points of some of my favorite fanfics. I am going to be starting school again soon so the chapters may become less frequent but I'll try my hardest. So again let me know?

Ashley turned around and saw it was my mother. I felt her step to get out of the car and she walked over to me and grab my hand out of view of my mother.

"Well, well what do we have here." She said as both Ashley and I both visibly gulp realizing that Madison was going to be the least of my worries.

Once I felt her hand in mine I got a surge of courage to speak back to my mother.

"I just came home from school mother" I said gaining confidence as I spoke to her.

"Well you see the thing is, I got a call today from your principal. He said that Madison Duarte came into his office and she accused you of attacking her for no reason " I felt my breath get caught in my throat. Is this what people were saying about me. Even though I didn't have friends, it was only human to still care what people think.

I felt Ashley squeeze my hand a little tighter and willed myself not to cry realizing how royally screwed I was. At this point I just wanted to go inside my house and lay down. I knew that no matter what I said, this conversation was going to lead to the exact same place.

I dropped my chin to my chest and sighed. My life was spiraling downhill and I just wanted it to end. I wanted to be able to go to school and not be afraid for my life. I wanted to have friends to hang out with and protect me. Most importantly I just wanted to have some control over my own life again.

"Ever since we moved here and left your dick of a father back in Ohio, you've just thought that you can get away with anything. Well I hope you know that I will not have any of it Spencer. I am going to put you in your place if its the last thing I do." As she was saying this she slowly walked closer to us until she was right in front of my face.

My mother looked down at our intertwined hands and then back up at Ashley. She got this smirk on her face and I could see this hatred in her eyes. Once I saw her mouth open to speak and I knew exactly what she was going to ask me.

"Spencer you are going to answer me truthfully or so help me god you will pay." I took a deep breath preparing for the worst "Are you gay?" She asked venom dripping from every word.

Out of pure fear for what she would do if I denied it, I nodded my head at her confirming her suspicions.

Before I was even able to blink I felt her hand slap across my face and I could feel the sting radiate to my still unhealed nose. I realized that my poor nose can not catch a break. I am going to need some serious plastic surgery if I get hit again.

I opened my eyes and placed my hand to my cheek still in pure shock due to the fact that my mother just hit me. I saw her other hand come up to slap my left cheek but before I could step back Ashley pulled me back behind her and grabbed my mother's wrist.

Before Ashley could drop her arm, my mother sucker punched Ashley in the gut with her other hand.

Ashley dropped to the ground clutching her ribs and gasping for air. I looked to my mother with horror in my eyes and I saw her looking at Ashley with not an ounce of sorrow on her face.

"You get your little fucking dyke ass off of my property and take that little slut with you." My mouth was left hanging open at my mother's words. By this point Ashley was standing up and she had pulled me behind her. I could hear her grinding her teeth and I could hear that she was growling. She was holding her left hand to her ribs and her right hand was clinging on to mine.

My mother got in her car and drove away, but as she left she yelled out the window. "Don't think I'm not serious about this, I want you both gone by the time I am home and I never want to see you again." With that she sped out of the driveway in her silver Mercedes.

Once she was out of sight, I put my arm around Ashley's waist and carried her to the front porch, similar to the way she had carried me to her car earlier that day. We sat down on the steps in silence for a few minutes.

We were sitting far enough apart that we weren't touching but close enough that I could hear her taking deep breaths trying to regulate her breathing. She lifted up her shirt to look at the damage that had been done and I couldn't resist the urge to glance over. When I looked over I was horrified when I saw that she a dark red line where her ribs had probably cracked and it was surrounded by a dark bruise that seemed to be spreading.

I started to shake when I realized that I was 17 and I was truly in face homeless. I started I cry when I realized that I had caused this poor girl who was trying to help me so much pain. I didn't want her to have to deal with anymore of my shit. She didn't deserve it.

I had just about convinced myself that I was better off without Ashley when I felt her arm around me. I started to cry realizing that she was all I had left and I had met her less than 48 hours before. What was I going to do now?

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