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    Savin Me From Me – (Chapter: Shit Hits The Fan pt.1)

    “I would love to. I can’t wa…” I’m cut off by the sound of screaming and a loud crash, then nothing.

    “Ash?! Ashley!? Are you okay?”

    Silence.

    “Ashley please answer me! Ash…” I stop as I hear a sound through the phone, then I hear a soft, weak voice float through the phone.

    “S…Spence.” I hear. Oh my God Ashley!

    “Ash! Ashley are you okay? What happened?” I’m trying to keep the panic out of my voice but it’s not really working.

    “Spe…Spencer. I…I need you… to call 9-1-1. There’s… nobody on… on the street. We’re on Haley street… and… Orange Boulevard.” I hear her struggle to say. (a/n: I don’t live in L.A sooo, if you happen to go down there, don’t try and find these streets. Chances are you’re not gonna find them. Lol.)

    I shoot out of my bed and run down the stairs to get the house phone.

    “Ashley, just stay with me okay.”

    “Oh…okay.” I hear her say quietly and by the sound of her voice, she isn’t gonna be with me for much longer. Dialing 9-1-1 at neck breaking speed, I tap my foot impatiently waiting for someone to answer.

    “9-1-1 emergenc…” I quickly cut the lady off.

    “There was a terrible accident on Haley street and Orange Boulevard. I need an ambulance there right away!”

    “Okay.” the woman says annoyingly slow.

    “Can you describe the accident to…” I cut her off again.

    “NO! Because I’m not there. I’m on the phone with my friend and I don’t know how much longer she’s gonna last. Just get some help! Please!” I’m practically begging now.

    “I’m alerting them as we speak. They should be there in about five minutes okay ma’am?”

    “Thank you.” I hang up the phone then speak into my cell phone calling Ashley’s name. She doesn’t answer. Trying not to full out panic I try again.

    “Ashley!” I call again. Still no answer. Now I’m totally panicking. I hang up the phone and dial Kyla’s number.

    “Hello?” I hear her sleepy voice answer.

    “Kyla! Something happened to Ashley. She was..”

    “WHAT!” I have to pull the phone away from my ear so I don’t go deaf. “WHAT HAPPENED!? Where is she?! Where are you? Are you with her? Is she oh…”

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