Skipping Spencer's point of view on this one, it would have been a worthless chapter.

Stolen Hearts

[Ashley's P.O.V]

I haven't slept. I drove Spencer home last night, and just locked myself in my room. Because I know that at any moment my Mom will show up here. At any moment my life will be thrown upside down. Spencer's called a few times, but I've just let it go to voicemail.

It's a Sunday, I should be asleep. I should be in my bed dreaming of anything but my Mom.

I've been sitting here writing all night. I've written nothing, but everything at the same time. That makes no sense, it's just it seems like everything right now has the exact same meaning, and everything means nothing.

Everything my pen writes is voided out because it has no meaning. Every note I strum disappears into the air, and every melody I create has been heard before.

One theme reoccurs in my writing though, Spencer. Everything always comes back to her. It always comes back to that one moment when everything just clicked.

Before I met Spencer all my songs had one objective, to piss people off, yeah I know it sounds stupid but it's true. Every word was to my Dad who abandoned me, to my Mom who gave up on me, and to Aiden who fucked with me. (No pun intended.)

I used to write about all the things I hated, and all the events that sucked. But now it's different. Because I can look back on all those things, I can sing all those songs, and know that it's changed. I've forgiven my Dad, my Mom's showing up to do heaven knows what, and Aiden is dead. On top of all that I have Spencer. I have someone on my side, no matter what. I finally have someone that genuinely loves me, for me. Nothing can be better than that.

Looking through my notebook, I know that all these songs suck. I went straight from the bridge to a verse, the chorus is short, but not sweet, it's all wrong.

But maybe wrong, really makes everything right.

"ASHLLEYY"

Oh shit. As much as I would love that voice to be from Kyla, it's not.

I close my notebook, and brace myself for what awaits me downstairs. As I leave my room and walk to the door I close my eyes, and pray. Yeah, Ashley Davies just said a silent prayer.

"Mom… Hi."

She looks the same, she hasn't changed at all. Same lame haircut, same accusing stare, and still no love.

"Ashley, what were you thinking moving to the middle of nowhere, without even telling me? Chasing some girl who you'll dump next month? "

I knew nothing would change. I feel tears come to my eyes, but I try and hide them. I wanted nothing more but for her to want to be here, but all she came to do was yell.

"It's not even like that Mom. You don't get it, maybe if you had taken the time to be in my life you'd understand. This isn't some girl, this isn't some game to me, and this is real fucking life. My life, not yours. You had the chance to be in it, and YOU walked out."

The tears are falling down my face now, and Kyla walks into the room after hearing everything I've just said. My Mom just stands there, like she always does, and looks at Kyla. At any cost she avoids my eyes, because she knows I'm right.

"Ashley, for once in your life start thinking about someone other than yourself. I've made mistakes I get that, I freaked out. But how is all of this my fault? When your father left who was the one who spent late nights getting high? Not me. I might have pulled away when you came out to me, but the whole time you were the one forcing me out the door."

I don't even know what to say, Kyla is just standing there watching everything happen. If this were a car accident she'd be the bystander while watching me get run over.

"All I ever wanted you to do was love me. You wouldn't do that."

She takes a deep breath, and attempts to lower her voice.

"That's not true. I was scared-"

"Of what Mom, your lesbian daughter?"

Of course Spencer chooses this time to walk into my door, which has apparently been left open.

"Yeah that's what I was scared of. I was scared of who you'd become, I was scared of what people would say to you, I was scared as hell. I was scared that people would take advantage of you. I wanted to be there for you, but it was easier to run. You didn't make it easy. Every night you'd bring home a new girl, everyday there was more things stolen. I didn't know who the hell you were trying to be, and I was watching you waste away. You gave up on yourself, and I had to let you fix it on your own."

Spencer is over standing by Kyla now, while I'm standing in front of my Mom. Tear stained cheeks; I do something that I haven't done since I was 5. I make the first move, I hug my Mom.

She just looks stands there at first. But eventually, after the shock wears off she hugged me back.

"Look Ashley, I don't care about what happened then. I just want my daughter back."

I start crying tears I never knew I had. We just stand there, hugging and crying.

"So, um Mom, this, this is Spencer, my girlfriend."

My Mom looks at me, and for once it seems like she cares.

"Nice to meet you Spencer, I'm sorry for making a scene like this."

Spencer walks over and shakes my Mom's hand, and looks a little nervous. Which makes sense, because the last time her and my Mom actually talked, my Mom was anything but nice.

"Nice to finally meet you too Mrs. Davies."

Kyla takes this as her que to talk.

"Hate to break up this amazingly awkward moment, but I'm hungry, and it's Sunday, which means Mr. C is cooking."

Spencer just laughs, and I look to my Mom.

"You don't have to go."

"It's okay, I want to."

Maybe Spencer was right. Moving away made my Mom realize what she missed, or maybe it just made me realize what I needed. I needed to be the bigger person, make the first move, and change my life.

My Mom wants to meet Spencer's parents. My Mom hugged me, and she cried.