Ashley’s P.O.V.

After I ran to the end of the block, I stopped to think and catch my breath. If my mind was going crazy before, then it must be about to blow up now. It’s still hard to process all that happened. The shooting. Aiden shot in the arm. Spencer’s arm grazed by a bullet. Choosing Aiden. Clay’s death. My love for Spencer. My oldest friend raping me. It’s too much information to process. I still couldn’t believe Aiden did this to me. I looked at the bruises that covered my arms and broke down into tears. Why didn’t I choose Spencer? If I did, then none of this would have happened. Not only that, but I’d be with the one I truly love, not just someone who is like a brother to me.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I looked down the street. It would take me about 30 minutes to walk to Spencer’s. But remembering those baby blue eyes that clouded up in rage, I ran as hard as I could to the Carlin house.

Several blocks later, I was very tired. I had fought against Aiden but he was just to strong. Now my legs were about to give out. Even though I wanted to pass out, I needed Spencer. I walked fast the next few blocks to her house.

When I reached the Carlin’s house, all the lights were out except for the light coming from the TV. While it was on, I could see the straight blonde hair, brought out in the blue TV light, that belonged to Spencer. As the TV turned off, I saw her walk upstairs and then stop. Did she see me? I considered running, but then once again decided I needed to stop being such a pussy and tell Spencer how I felt.

I walked up to the door and was just about to open it when it opened. There stood Spencer, carrying a trash bag, and even though her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were red from crying, she was still the most gorgeous person ever in my eyes.

“Hey Spencer”.

Spencer’s P.O.V.