Spencer’s POV

The doorknob turned and my mother walked in.

“Oh, Spencer there you are. Didn’t you hear me calling you?” My mother asked.

“Yeah, I was just coming down,” I said quickly.

You guys may be wondering where Ashley went, right? Well, as I was freaking out, she ran to my closet and hid inside. So, now Ashley is hiding in the closet, no pun intended, while I try to get my mother out of my room as fast as possible.

“Did you take care of Clay like your sister told you to? You better not have been on that damn computer like you always are.”

“Yes, mom, Clay is sleeping right now, I was just about to go get his milk. And no I wasn’t on the computer.” Stupid bitch. God! I hate my mom, always talking about how I need to take of my responsibilities when she is the one who goes out partying at all hours of the night like some teenager.

“Don’t you take that tone with me, I’m your mother and you will respect me and do as you are told.”

“Whatever mom, why are you here so early, weren’t you supposed to be staying out until at least 1 a.m.”

“I’m not staying, I’m just making sure you haven’t messed up yet.”

“No, mom, I haven’t messed up as you put it.” Like I have ever messed up, you just like to talk shit about me, you old hag.

“See you later, Spencer, make sure you don’t burn the place down now.”

“Yes, mother,” I can really feel the love, mom.

I hear the door close and sit on the ground. Ashley comes out of the closet (no pun intended) and wraps her arms around me as I cry softly. God, this is so embarrassing, she barely knows me and now she has to watch how messed up I am.

“Shh……it’s ok, I got you…….shh.” I stop crying and calm down enough to look her in the eye. Instead of pity like I expected, I see compassion and something else that I can’t yet name. “Your mom is a bitch.” She says with a laugh that I soon join into and like that everything is forgotten, it’s just us.