Ashley thinks of this while making her fifth cup of coffee today. It’s was a little past 10 pm and Kyla had finally went to sleep. Ashley has been doing her best so Kyla won’t see or hear any of the media and press that’s been going on. The Paparazzi has been camped outstide their apartment for the last four days hoping to get a picture of Kyla or to hear Ashley thoughts on the wild events of that night, Ethan has managed to spin the story from Dugged out Rocker’s Daughter, to Victim of Rape in a mere matter of moments, however the story is turned it doesn’t stop the relentless press from wanting more on the story. And to find out the Man who is behind it.

Suddenly there’s a knock at her door.

She goes to the door assuming it’s some journalist who has managed to get past security.

She opens the door with a rage.

Ashley: I said no comment!

He face turns soft the moment she sees that it’s Spencer.

Spencer: Hey it’s just me.

Ashley immediately wraps her into a warm and much need embrace.

Ashley: Thank god.

Spencer: I barely made it through the swarm of press, they’re like vultures out there.

Ashley: Tell me about it. God, I’m so happy to see you.

Ashley pulls her back to see her face and kisses her softly.

Ashley: mmm and to do that.

Spencer: Sorry no trench this time.

Ashley: I never need the trench, you’re always enough, just as is.

Ashley takes her hand and walks her to the kitchen to make her a cup of coffee too.

Spencer: So how’s Kyla today?

Ashley: Well she’s finally eating and sleeping so that’s a plus, but she won’t talk to anyone, Aiden came over once and she sent him away, she doesn’t want to call her Mom or anyone, she still thinks her fault.

Spencer: Have they found him yet?

Ashley: Nothing, Apparently the asshole has a brain and he leaked the photos anonymously, he hasn’t used her credit card yet, or made any calls on her phone.