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Spencer's POV

"I don't know, I wa…"

I'm on the phone with Mia, when the line goes dead. I look over to see Glen with the phone cord in one of his hands. I get off my bed and push him.

"What the hell!" Glen just looks at me.

"I need to use the phone. You weren't talking about anything."

"Yeah I was." I said taking the cord from him plugging it back into the wall.

"Uh, no you weren't. Talking about your dumbass girlfriend doe…" He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence before my hand met his face. Once he gained his footing back we start yelling at each other. I told him to never talk about Ashley ever again, and some other stuff and he just yelled back.

"Hey! Stop this damn yelling, now!" We both stopped yelling at the sound of our dad's voice. We all stood still for a minute before, I started to put on my hoodie and walk past him to leave. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" He said grabbing my arm and yanking me back. I try to pull my arm back but he just tightens his grip.

"Mia is on her way to get me." He let go of my hand and I try again to get by but he wouldn't let me.

"Don't yell in my house again." He said looking from me to Glen. I know I should just be quiet but I can't.

"This is not your house." I say walking past him. Then I felt a push from behind and I went face first onto the hallway floor. I wasn't down long before Glen was trying to help me up. My nose was hurting bad and when I brought my hand up to touch it blood started to cover it. My back was hurting like hell to. I look back at my hand that has blood on it from my nose than back up at my dad.

"Next time keep your mouth shut." He says not showing even a hint of emotion for what he did. I don't give him a second look before I'm on my feet and making my way outside. Glens yelling for me to stop so he can clean me up but ignore him. When I get outside I see Mia getting out of the car. I yell for her to get back in the car, while I run to the passage side door of her car. She takes one look at me before starting the car and speeding off down the street.

Ashley's POV

Last night Spencer didn't come over. No matter if we spent the whole day together. We always sit on my back porch after 8pm till one of us gets tired. We've had this routine since the first time we talked; it's only broken when I have to go out of town with my family. Other than that we never missed a night, till now. Spencer didn't come. I haven't seen her all day today. I sat on the front porch all day waiting to see if I would catch her coming or going from her house. But the whole day I didn't see or hear from Spencer.

Now its 10pm and I'm on my way into the house from the back porch. I waited for Spencer for two hours and she still didn't show up. I'm worried but I'm also mad. I don't know what's going on with her. Every time she gets into it with one of her family members she comes over and tells me about it. So if it's about her family she would have came and told me about it. But nope she just doesn't come by at all today.

I'm walking out of my bathroom that's connected with my bedroom, when someone knocks on my bedroom door. I open it and Spencer standing in front of me.

"Ashley, I'm sorry I didn't come by last night." I don't move to let her in my room. I just stare at her. "And for today… you know, for not coming by till now." She tries to grab my hand but I don't let her.

She knows how to read me. She knows I want an explanation for why she's just now coming to see me.

"Look, I really don't want to talk about it."

What the hell is IT? I want to yell at her for making me worry then just showing up, with no scratches or anything that I could see stopping her from coming by, for at least five minutes to tell me she's okay.

"Ashley?" She tries to grab my hand again.

I don't say anything I just turn around and go lay down in my bed. When I look up Spencer's still standing in my door way. I move the cover so she gets the hint to come in lay down. She starts to walk over slowly and looks at anything and everything but me, because she knows I'm still mad. Remember I don't talk so she can read my eyes. And right now there showing how hurt I am.

When she reaches her side of the bed she takes off her shoes. I open the draw next to my bed and grab wife beater and some boxers. When I look back she's staring at me.

"Please stop being mad at me. I promise tomorrow I'll explain what happened. Right now I just want to hold you." I hand her the cloths I got for her to sleep in. When she taking it from me, she grabs my hand and kisses my palm. I can't help but smile. Even when I'm pissed at her, she finds away to make my stomach do back flips.

I take my hand back and look away from her, she counties to get dressed for bed. When I look back at her, she has her back to me, lifting her hoodie over her head. Her shirt comes up a little and I see a red mark on her back. I get out of bed and walk around to her side of the bed. She's facing me now; I grab her hips and try to turn her around. She puts her hands over mine.

"Don't." I don't listen and I turn her around, ignoring her protest. When I lift her shirt, I see that most of her lower back is bruised. One of the marks look fresh, I run my hand over it and she winces in pain. And all I want to know is what happen and who did this to her. I turn her around and see she's crying silent tears.

And I can no longer be silent.

"Spencer…"