Alright sorry that it took me so long to update my story but here is the next installment. Hope that you enjoy it.

Spencer stood silent, the wind blowing across the parking lot, tousling her hair and clothing. The blonde wrapped her arms tighter around her body and stared absent mindedly over the cliff and across the dark ocean. The stars illuminated the ocean along with the help of the solitary lighthouse that was placed several yards away. She stared down at the rocks and pier below, the memories flooding fast in her mind.
(6 years earlier)

Ten-year old Spencer hopped gleefully from rock to rock under the pier a broad smiling stretching across her tiny face. A loud giggle escaped her lips as she landed gently on the sand next to the jutting stones. Her eyes sparkled with joy as they fell upon something shiny sticking out of the surface of the sand.

"Uncle! Uncle over here! I found a really pretty one buried in the sand," Spencer yelled over her shoulder down the deserted beach.

A bulky figure stood and leaned against one of the legs of the pier his eyes gleaming in the setting sun. His golden eyes seemed fixed on the small girl. "Yes, that is a gorgeous one isn't it?" he said quietly and watched as his step-niece ran up to him.

"Uncle Ben you didn't really look at it," she said only half-whining/ Spencer's eyes glimmered in the setting sun; her orbs were clouded over and stormy looking. She held out a tiny hand in which a smooth stone rested. Ben reached out a tentative hand and closed it softly around the ten year old's.

Spencer raised her stormy blue eyes to meet her step-Uncle's.

"Uncle…? What?" she asked curiously.

Ben stared at her intently, "It is very beautiful," he clenched his firm grip tighter around the girl's hand and eventually twisted his hand to grasp her wrist. Spencer struggled against the hand and began to panic.

"Very pretty indeed." The man muttered and pressed his body into Spencer's and she shuddered violently in fear at the touch. She began to scream at the top of her lungs at him to stop but he soon silenced her cries by placing a cloth securely in her mouth and tying it behind her head. Spencer's eyes widened in fear as he threw her roughly down on the sand.

Then it began…

(Present Day)

A single tear rolled down Spencer's cheek. It had continued like that far into the night and all that wretched man could do was chant "So pretty." She shook her head furiously and felt her body begin to shake. It took all of her will power not to scream out in frustration.

A few feet away Aiden leaned precariously against his black motorcycle as he observed his grieving friend from a distance. Spencer had been his close friend since birth and their relationship had always been somewhat arranged. From the moment his mother and the blonde's mother met at church the kid's had been forced to hang out. It was just luck that they enjoyed each other's company.

The raven haired boy could not deny his more than friendly feelings toward the blonde but he hid those feelings without much resistance because the girl needed him and he wasn't going to let his own stupid feelings get in the way.

With a small sigh he walked up to Spencer who was still just standing there, her eyes staring emptily across the ocean. Aiden stood behind her and wrapped his firm arms around her. Spencer hung on to his arms tightly and leaned back into him, a solitary figure in the middle of her chaotic and grief stricken life. She leaned her head back comfortably in the nook of his neck.

Spencer appreciated Aiden and the way he had always been there for her when she really needed him. The boy didn't talk very much, yet another trait Spencer enjoyed because she herself was not much of a conversationalist. Their friendship was one established on comfortable silences.

The pair stood there silently far into the night. Several times they switched positions and were sitting next to each other on the edge of the cliff when the sun peeked out from over the ocean.

"Aiden?"

"Hmmm?" the green eyed boy looked at his emotionally distressed friend curiously. The blonde in question was still gazing out into the ocean.

"It was here you know…"

"I know Spencer," Aiden said and began to rhythmically stroke her hair. He knew about Spencer's ordeal, or more appropriately her ordeals. First losing her parents and then being violated by her step-Uncle; the girl had not had an easy life and it wasn't going to get any easier but Aiden was determined to stick by her side.

"Take me home…," Spencer whispered barely audible over the wind.

Aiden nodded and helped her stand. When she wouldn't stand Aiden took her up into his arms and carried her to his motorcycle. There he placed her on the back and helmet on her head. After settling in and making sure everything was safe he drove off into the morning.

Spencer entered her dark home tiredly, throwing her purse down on the nearest couch and glancing up at the digital clock on the television. She let out a sigh when 6:30 flashed across it in red numbers. The blonde was about to trudge up the stairs to see if she could get at least an hour of sleep when the lights in the hallway turned on.

At the end of the hallway her Aunt stood, hands on her hips, blocking the way up the stairs.

"Spencer Catherine Carlin!" she yelled and stamped her foot, "do you have any idea what time it is?"

Spencer was in no mood for any confrontation so instead of answering she just shrugged and tried to push past her Aunt and back up the stairs, "Yes, look Joan I am tired so…"

"Tired?" she chided, "Well I'm not surprised. It is six a.m in the morning for Pete's sake!"

"Actually," Spencer said coldly beginning to get annoyed with the whole conversation, "It is six thirty." Her Aunt's face flushed a bright red and Spencer felt a deep satisfaction. "I am going to bed…"

Joan slammed her foot down hard against the wood floor. Spencer was surprised at her resistance; normally she would have given in by now.

"No, I will not have it Spencer. You are going to go upstairs and get ready for school!" Joan said forcibly. Spencer's eyebrows rose in surprise and she couldn't help but feel impressed. She nodded slightly, deciding to give her Aunt a break; after all she really only did want the best for Spencer…

"Ok," she passed her Aunt and stared up the stairs. The blonde did not wait for a response from her Aunt. Instead she trudged up the rest of the stairs and pulled herself into the bathroom to prepare for another long day.

Spencer sat in her car staring across the street at her old deserted house. She took a drag on her cigarette and stared at her previous home. It felt like only yesterday since she had been living inside the house in her 'Power Puff' themed room. She closed her eyes and drifted into memories.

There were her brothers playing tag on the front lawn. Clay had just tackled a laughing Glen to the ground. Spencer and her mother sat underneath the large tree a couple feet away from the playing boys. Paula was trying to teach her squiggling and impatient daughter how to make a necklace out of hollowed acorns but the girl just wouldn't sit tight.

Arthur was shouting out of window that had incredibly sweet aromas drifting from it. A huge smile on his face.

"It's time for dinner!"

Slam

Spencer was jerked out of her thoughts as the door to her house slammed closed. She looked up and watched as someone began to huff her way down the front walk of her old home.

The blonde felt herself fill with rage as she watched this girl trudge down her walk way. How dare she! How dare she live in her house and interrupt the old memories of her family that rested there! Spencer jumped out of her car and began to stomp her way over to the girl.

The angry brunette that had just left her temporary home looked up in surprise as she watched someone approach her and her stance immediately shifted preparing herself for any sort of attack.

"What the hell are you doing in my house!?" the blue-eyed girl screamed and continued her march.

The brunette felt herself begin to panic. She had been sure that the place had been abandoned or else she would have never taken refuge there. The house was in complete disarray, broken windows no electricity the works. Despite her fear she stood her ground, feet firmly planted.

"Get the fuck away from my house!" the blonde continued to scream as she stormed up to the brunette until their faces were inches apart. Spencer could feel the electricity crackling off of them.

"ARE YOU DEAF? GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAWN!"