I’m sorry. Sometimes I get a little agitated. Uh, Fuck I’m so screwed up!” And even though I came here determined to just check on her as a friend or just as someone who cared. Even though I promised not to fall back in love with her… I couldn’t help it because when you really love someone it doesn’t matter what happened. When you really love someone, they come first no matter how stupid a choice it may seem because in the end there is no choice – it’s always them.I wrapped my arms around Ashley’s fail shoulders.
“Ssh, no you’re not baby. We’ll get through this.” She gripped tightly onto me, shaking.
“I don’t deserve you.” I almost didn’t say anything. I almost let my bitter resentment and anger build up, but then I remembered that it wasn’t Ashley’s fault (in a sense it was, but I couldn’t bring myself to fully blame her). I was mad at the drugs, at those people. I don’t know if she would have still gone down that path if none of those horrible things would have happened, but I like to believe she wouldn’t have.
“You deserve everything.” She pulled away after a few minutes and wiped her eyes with the palm of her hand.
“Wanna go up to my room.” I should say no…
“Sure, but first let’s get you something to eat. You look awful.”
“Thanks, Spencer.”
“C’mon, what do you want: toast, cereal-”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Too bad. Toast it is.” I began rummaging around as Ashley stood defiantly in the corner.
“I don’t want fucking toast!” Sighing I set down the bread and turned towards Ashley.
“Baby, your form fitting tee looks like a large; I could feel your ribs when I hugged you and I know you haven’t been eating. So you will be eating the damn toast.” She took an intimidating step towards me.
“Make me.” She growled. I tried to rise up on my feet to Ashley’s height.
-Ashley’s POV-
“Ashley, stop being a stubborn jerk and eat it!” Spencer demanded. “Ow!” She looked up at me with a look of betrayal and hurt as her chin started to tremble. I looked at her in disbelief. I just… I just shoved Spencer – hard.
