Chapter 9:

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Spencer's POV

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?

We sat in silence for a few more minutes, me quietly sobbing and Ashley rubbing her hands up and down my arms. She continued to kiss my forehead as well whisper soothing words in my ears. I sat there still in shock of all the events that had transpired that day.

I had known this girl for less than 48 hours and she had saved me from a fight saved me from my mother and was now holding me while I was crying for the 3rd time today.

Ashley's POV

Wow this not how I expected my day to go, I mean I seriously think I have some broken ribs here. Transferring schools mid March wasn't my idea of how I wanted my Junior year to go. Back in New York I was known as a real lady killer. Not literally of course but I had girls throwing themselves at me left and right.

This may of been okay with other gay people but once "straight" girls started throwing themselves at me, that got me some bad attention. Let's just say that the guy's didn't like it when their girls enjoyed being with me more than they enjoyed being with them.

The guys took it out on me. They beat me they called me names they would trash my stuff and I just let it happen to me. One of them even tries to rape me, but luckily I was able to get away. I didn't fight back I didn't have the will to want to fight back. I figured that I deserved everything that was given to me and that if I took it, they would eventually stop.

My dad was Raife Davies, yes he was THE Raife Davies. He died when I was 11 in a car accident. My parents divorced when I was 5 years old. She said that she couldn't handle him sleeping around, but I think she realized he didn't love her.

When he died it came to light that he did in fact have an affair when I was still been young. The woman he had an affair with gave birth to a daughter named Kyla who was only 2 months younger than me.

Ever since I was born I hadn't been the daughter that my mother wanted me to be. So when Kyla came into the picture, it was like she got a second chance. Not a second chance at being a good mother, oh god no. She got a second try at dressing her up and showing her off as the daughter she always wanted.

Kyla came to live with us because when she was 13 her mother died of breast cancer. She came to live with us since I was technically her half sister. It was really hard for her at first especially with with my mother breathing down her neck. Eventually we got closer and now she really is my best friend.

About 3 months ago my mother started seeing this guy who lived in L.A. Once they got married, she uprooted our lives and moved us out here to La La Land. At first I wasn't happy to have my life uprooted, but I realized that it was my chance at a fresh start. My mother doesn't live with us, so it's just me and Kyla.

Once we got out here Kyla suggested that since I don't wanna go through the hell that I went through last year, I should become a cheerleader. Everyone knows that in terms of the social hierarchy for high school, cheerleaders always come out on top.

I have never cheered before in my life, but I loved to work out. The day I got to school I tried out for the cheer squad. All I had been hoping for was a spot on the team but Madison took a liking to me. She made me co-captain which I could tell made the other girls jealous. I mean some new girl sweeping in and taking the co-captain spot, they were all vying for.

If I had known how they treated my poor Spencer, I never would of joined the squad.

"Come on babe, let's go get your stuff" I whispered to her as she clung on to my shirt for dear life. As she got up she accidentally elbowed me in the ribs. I took a sharp intake of breath and gripped my thigh, I squeezed my eyes shut trying to rid myself of the sharp pain I was feeling. I saw guilt wash across her face realizing what she had just caused to happen.

I felt her hand on my cheek and and her forehead resting against mine. I know it seems like I may have been the one saving her, but she has saved me just as much. She kissed my nose and I felt her grab my hand. She helped me up and walked me to her door and slipped in the spare key that they had under the mat.

She walked me up the stairs to her room and moved me to sit down on her bed. Since she had her school bag in my car, all she need were her clothes and any sort of personal things that she may want.

I saw her grab a duffel bag and start throwing clothes in it and her laptop. She grabbed all the pictures off her desk and threw them in to, as well as the teddy bear off her bed. Her teddy was wearing a baby blue shirt that matched her eyes and it had the letters S.M.C stitched across it. The last thing she grabbed was a shoebox from the top shelf of her closet.

I grabbed her pillow for her and we walked out the door. I got outside when I realized Spencer wasn't behind me anymore. I put her pillow on the rocking chair outside and walked in the house to see Spencer sitting at the bottom of the stairs with her duffel bag at her feet.

She had her head in her hands but I couldn't tell if she was crying or not. I left her be figuring that she wanted to be alone for a minute. I grabbed her duffel bag and gave her a kiss on the head and went to throw her bag in the car.

I went back in the house a few minutes later expecting to find her in the exact same place but she wasn't there. I walked around the house checking the kitchen, the dining room, the bathroom before I finally found her in the living room.

She was sitting in the fetal position in the corner of the room. I could tell she heard me walk in because she looked up at me with her puffy red, tear filled eyes.

"Di..did..you know this is where we put ou..our Christmas tree" I could see that it was really affecting her that this might be the last time she sets foot in this house. She placed her head in her hands again.

I could hear her start crying again and it broke my heart to see how one bigoted woman could do this. I walked over and sat behind her wrapping my legs and arms around her. She placed her face in the crook of my neck and grabbed on to my shirt. I tightened my hold on her and she cried harder.

My poor baby girl was crying for everything that had happened to her and everything that she would have to go through. I knew that it has been an impossibly long time since anyone had held her and just lent her a shoulder to cry on.

About 10 minutes later when she had finally stopped crying I decided that I was going to start making her life a little easier. I gathered her up in my arms and carried her out and put her in the passenger seat of my car.

Once I strapped her in I kissed her on the forehead but before I knew it her hand was on the back of my neck. She crashed her lips against mine. The kiss was slow and needy and it tasted salty with tears still trickling down her face. The kiss was conveying so much it was her need for me, and my protection of her.

We lent back from the kiss and rested our foreheads against one another.

"I'm gonna protect you baby, you don't have to worry I'm here now" and for the first time since we had the run in with her mom I saw a smile on her face.

And I planned to keep my word.

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