-ASHLEY’S POV-
Spencer’s body tightened in my grip. She began to struggle.
“Let me go, Ashley.” She growled. I held on to the smaller form as she tried to wiggle from my arms.
“Spence…”
“Ashley, you let go of me right now.”
“No, baby. You’re gonna sit still and we’re going to talk this out.” I said sternly.
“Talk this out, YOU’RE ADDICTED TO COCAINE!”
“Don’t yell at me!” I said through gritted teeth. I was getting tired of this.
“You we’re yelling at me!”
Ring, ring, ring…Groaning, Spencer reached over and picked up her phone.
“What?!” She literally growled into her pink LG Chocolate. I rolled my eyes. This was ridiculous. I was having a fight with my half dressed girlfriend while I was in a cut off neon pink tank top and pajama pants with cupcakes on them. I couldn’t even take us seriously. “Mom, no, I can’t…. I’m sorry, this is more important… Fine, ground me… yes I’m with her…. DON’T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT!!” What did they say to her? Damn it, why is she crying? What they hell did they say to her?!
“Baby?”
“I hate you!” Her phone was thrown onto the ground before she hurled herself into my arms. I held her awkwardly.
“Spencer, what happened?” I asked softly.
“My mom…” Pulling away she glared at me realizing that she was about to give in. “And you know what hurts? When I was defending you, I was really thinking about how much I hate youright now.”
“You don’t mean that, Spencer?” She shook her head.
“You’re not who I fell in love with. I’m sorry, but I need a break. I’m going to call Glen to pick me up.” I yanked her back onto the bed. “Ashley!”
“You love me.” It came out more as a plea.
“Why do you do this to me?” Spencer curled into me and I held her close to me, scared she would disappear. “I’m just so…” Taking a deep breath she continued, “so afraid of you sometimes.”
“What?
