Welcome to my Spashley world! I hope that you enjoy this update. This chapter kind of covers Ashley's background story.

(Several months earlier)

A dark-eyed girl trudged through the pouring rain her large trench coat protecting her from the onslaught. The seven-teen year old clutched the black coat tighter around her slim body. The girl was grumbling loudly to herself when she raised up her fist to wrap hard on the wooden door before her.

Bang! Bang!

"Let's go! Open up damnit I'm going to fucking freeze to death out here," the brunette screamed out to however lay behind the door.

She sighed in frustration and relief as the door opened slowly, "How fucking long does it take to open a door," she asked the door opener angrily. The barely dressed girl lowered her head in shame.

"I'm sorry Ashley…"

Ashley felt a bit guilty for yelling, "It's okay its just I've been sick before and I would rather not go back there again." The younger looking girl rose her head and smiled at Ashley.

"Okay, he's ready to see you…"

"Yeah well do you think it would really matter if he was ready or not?" a large smirk graced the brunette's features.

The red-head shook her head in amazement and slight amusement, "You know your attitude is gonna get you into trouble one of these days Davies." she stated.

"Oh please Carolyn you know he needs me. I make the most money in this run down joint."

"Right well," Carolyn stepped aside to point Ashley up the stairs she didn't want to take any side in the continually on going war between the young girl and her boss. "I think you know where you're going." Ashley chuckled and passed by the younger apprentice and up the stairs stopping in front of the first door, not bothering to knock, she barged into the room.

"Carney," the brunette said and closed the door behind her.

"Davies," said a man standing by a window. Ashley walked over and threw a wad of cash down on his desk.

"It was a good night, here is half of the rewards—"

"Keep it," Carney interrupted her, "you're going to need it." He sighed and sat down at the desk.

"What do you mean I'm going to need it?" Ashley asked him the surprise evident in her voice. She always had plenty of cash even if she had to split half of the money she earned with him. Her job paid well, especially when she did her job well.

"I'm firing you Davies."

Ashley didn't hear him, or more appropriate she didn't want to hear him. She had been working for him for five years now and all of a sudden he was letting her go? Where the hell was she supposed to go? This was her home and she had no one else out there to take care of her.

"F-fire me?"

"Yes, your attitude is a disgrace and some of the clients are beginning to complain about your lack of cooperation to do certain things. Ashley's mouth dropped open. If this was about Mr. Reynolds and his weird obsession with gnomes then she was going to be pissed.

"Where the fuck am I supposed to go?"

"I don't know, nor do I care. You and your despicable attitude are no longer my concern. Leave." He waved her out of the room without even glancing at her. It was as though he thought he owned a bombing business and not a call-in for prostitutes.

Ashley stood there stunned for several more minutes until she turned around and stormed out of the room and back down the stairs.

As she left through the door she barely heard Carolyn say to her, "So what happened? Did you get another raise?" Ashley felt her stomach clench when she realized that she was on her own and she had no fucking idea what to do about it.

It was still pouring outside; the sun had completely disappeared behind the clouds, replaced with the shining full moon. She had no idea where she was going to go. She cursed as a car streaked past, throwing grimy water all over her trench jacket rendering it completely useless.

Life and luck had never been on her side. True she had survived the cancer but then it turned right the fuck around and claimed her father. The only real friend she had ever had in her life had requested that Ashley be transferred from the hospital claiming the brunette was annoying her.

Now she was fired from her job as a 24/7 slut; if she couldn't even do that what could there possibly be out there for her? Ashley just couldn't get a break…

She shivered and knew that she needed to find a dry place to stay before she became fatally ill once again. Her eyes scanned the street and fell momentarily on a porch with a burned out light. True there were a couple holes in the roof of the porch but Ashley had slept in worse places.

She walked up the steps to the porch and sat down on an old bench on the porch. The brunette reached into her coat pocket to fish out her pack of cigarettes. She groaned as she pulled out a soaking wet Marbalo pack.

"Shit," she yelled and threw the pack back hard so it slammed into the front door. Ashley was surprised when she heard the door creak and turned around to see it was open.

Silently she pushed the door open wider and carefully stepped into the house. She could tell it was deserted as soon as she took one step into the front hall. The brunette whistled when she realized it was much bigger looking on the inside.

She tested out the first step on the stairs and when discovering it was sturdy enough she began to climb the wooden stairs. She traveled down the hallway and opened the third door on the right. Sticking her head in she let slip a little 'wow' when she found the bedroom in pretty good shape.

There was a queen sized bed and a closed closet. Ashley walked over to the closet and opened it slowly. She yelped in surprise as a shoebox fell unexpectedly down from the top shelf hitting her on the top of the head.

She opened it and stared inside. Inside were several pictures of two little boys and one picture of two people, a blonde woman and a dark-haired man, both in doctor's coats. After shifting a few more pictures Ashley tried not to scream with glee as she found a pack of cigarettes lying at the bottom.

Taking out a cigarette and a lighter she threw herself down on the bed stretching out and flexing her toes. She lit her stick and took a long drag.

"Yeah, this'll do just fine…"

(Present Day)

Ashley opened her eyes slowly as light streamed in through a boarded up window. She stretched out underneath her patchwork blanket, sat up, and stared groggily around the bedroom. She groaned when her eyes fell on the watch beside her bed.

The brunette fell back onto the mattress, "Why do I even bother?"

It was time for school.

Ashley really didn't know why she put up with high school in the first place. She was a senior and it wasn't like she was going any place with her life, why should a high school diploma make any difference?

Rolling out of the bed she haphazardly threw on a disorganized outfit for the day. The outfit in question included a large hoodie –that had a few patches on it rather like the comforter on her bed- a pair of ripped jeans and flip flops. She didn't bother with make up and began to trudge down the stairs.

Halfway through her glass of close-to-expiration-date-orange juice she began to finally see what her life had become.

She was a squatter. Living in a house that didn't belong to her, wearing clothes that didn't belong to her –even the orange juice she was drinking had been shoplifted from some super store. She had no future.

This thought thoroughly depressed Ashley and also angered her when she thought of the way her life was going before her father's death. She had been rich, heading towards the title of valedictorian of her high school class, and in a relationship with the perfect boy. Now, she was living in a broken down dump after being fired from her job as a lowly prostitute.

Fuming now Ashley grabbed her book bag and stormed out of the front door of the house that was not hers. She was halfway to the street when she noticed a petite blonde getting out of a shiny SUV.

She squinted and noticed the furious look on the blonde's face. Ashley chose to ignore her because she was in no mood to deal with some crazy neighbor.

It was only till the blonde started screaming right at her that Ashley stopped in her tracks. The brunette shook her head in confusion when she heard the blonde call the house hers. It couldn't be possible. She had been living there for over a month and there had been not one sign of life.

The blonde's face was now inches away from Ashley's but she didn't move. Ashley Davies did not back down from anyone. The brunette could feel the electricity in the air as the blonde continued to scream at her. Then suddenly Ashley felt an emotion she wasn't expecting wash over her. After a little while of studying and examining her own feelings she realized what it was with a shock.

It was…Lust.

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