Chapter 6

Ashley's POV

I turn off the T.V. and turn to look at her.

"She sucked you in. How did she do it?" I knew this was going to happen, Madison loves to pawn on the innocent.

"I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying I just wanted her to shut up." She laughs and slumps down in the couch.

"Just tell her that you can't it's against your religion or something."

"She'll throw me off all on her own. I don't dance it's not in the blood. My dad use to…" Her smile faded and she looks down at her hand and plays with her ring.

"Your dad gave that to you right?" I wonder what happened to her parents.

"Yeah he gave it to me for my eleventh birthday." She looks up again.

"I do the same thing when I think about my dad. I start messing with this necklace." I start messing with it.

"When did your dad…you know?"

"About three years ago." I really don't like talking about him that much but she looked so sad.

"I'm sorry." She places her hand on mine.

"Thanks I'm sorry about your parents. What happened?" She looks confused.

"I don't know. I can't remember. All I remember is waking up in the hospital and the doctor telling me my parents didn't make it. I was just left with this scar." She lifts her shirt a little and shows me the scar. I didn't even realize I had contact with her skin till, I hear Christine's horrid voice.

"What are you doing?" She is staring at me with her eyes of fire.

"Nothing, hello mom, how are you?" I get up and walk past her.

I hear her excuse herself from the room and then hear the clonking of her heels up the staircase. No I have to hear her mouth even more. I turn around and stand there watching her close the door behind her.

"I told you no funny business; you could at least do that for me after everything I do for me."

"Everything you do for me? Answer me this Christine what exactly have you done for me." I've never had this much angry to actually argue with her, it feels good.

"I give you a roof over your head. You'd probably be out in the streets if it weren't for me." She is funny.

"How about you just kick me out then? I'll help you out and start packing already." I grab a bag and some clothes.

"You can't leave, where would you go? I'm the only family you got."

"You call yourself my family; you don't care about me at all. The only reason you keep me here is because that is what the will stated." With that she finally gets out of my space.

I sit there on my bed replaying what just happened over and over in my head. I finally stood up to her, usually I would just sit there make a smart ass comment and never let it phase me this was just building up inside me.

I'm broken from my thoughts by Spencer who is standing at the door.

"Hey come in." She sits down on the bed next to me.

"I'm sorry you had to see all of that." I look at her and she sends me a weak smile.

"What's up with you and your mom?" It's been like this ever since dad died.

"She hates me and I just live with it."

"Do you hate her?"

"I hate what she has become, Sometimes I do feel hate for her. It's complicated the story of my life." I don't hate my mom at all but I hate the fact that I actually care what she thinks about me.

"Well you can talk to me now, because I don't think I'm going any where any time soon." She stands up and makes her way to the door.

"Thanks Spence." I smile and then lay down on my bed.

Spencer's POV

I walk downstairs and sit down in the kitchen with Christine.

"Hey Spencer, I'm sorry about Ashley she's…" I cut her off

"She has been helping me out a lot." She looks surprised.

"Really, she has?"

"Yeah, well I should go upstairs and study." I get up and walk back up the stairs