After running her mouth to Student Services, cradling her stomach and looking miserable, she was finally allowed to leave for the day. The walk to the parking lot wasn't rushed, she took her time strolling leisurely down the walkway enjoying the now cloudy afternoon, procrastinating. Her destination was home and the impulse to run to her car and speed down the busy streets wasn't there.

It was never there when she had to go home to Christine.

The Porsche came into view, Raife Davie's second child. He loved the car, his brown eyes always twinkling with joy at the sight. It must have been contagious because at the time, Ashley felt the same way about the expensive Porsche. Especially when they rode in it together, feeling the sun on their skin and the wind in their hair. Ashley laughing at her father and the outrageous things that spilled from his lips, the skin around them always painted with dark stubble.

'I love ya, Angel.' He'd say picking her up off the floor and hugging her to him, his dark sunglasses coming closer as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

'Nooooo.” She'd whine turning away from him. 'Not til you shave.'

The feel of his short prickly facial hair against her skin always bothered her. She hated it banning him from kissing her whenever it was present on his face. Now, she regretted turning him down, wanting her father's affection now more than ever. How stupid she felt thinking he'd be in her life forever. Staring at Raife's car, fighting back tears, she wanted to go back in time and allow her father to kiss her no matter what was on his face. She still missed him, every day was the same, and time didn't heal shit.

Reaching the car, her fingers paused at the door handle. She wasn't ready to leave. Her eyes were still stinging from her thoughts. And then there was Christine. She'd be surprised to see her home early from school. She hated when she faked an illness to leave. Hated the fact that she was nothing like her when she was in high school. A cheerleader with a thousand friends, good grades, cute boyfriend and gushing teachers.

Placing her arms at the top of the car, she wrapped them around each other and dropped hear head into the darkness they created. Idly, her fingertips tapped against the hard top and she became angry. Not long after the car was given to her, it was taken back and for awhile kept in a shop, returning home with major body changes. The soft top was replaced with a hard one, 'It has a sun roof,' her mother said responding to the pissed off expression on her face. She didn't want a fucking sun roof.

Tears streaked down her face, the bitch even changed the color from a bright apple red to a dark silver. Replacing the bad ass tires with more simple ones, the Porsche wasn't the same car her father purchased. It was transformed to look more average, boring- her father would never buy anything so quiet. His car had to be loud and outrageous. Not safe.

Her lips twitched in a smile hidden by the darkness of her arms remembering the night at Grey's. Frustration from all around led her out the night club's door, to her car where she had more cocaine inside the glove box. The keys wouldn't cooperate, like everything else in her life they wanted to give her hell. Fuck them, she thought throwing them onto the ground. She'd get in another way in front of everyone in the fucking parking lot. Getting on top the car, she released the pent up anger in a crazed frenzy, stomping, her eyes fixated on the sun roof her Mother kindly added onto her father's Porsche. She wanted it to shatter, it was all she could think about as the glass cracked, the cocaine stopped existing, she didn't care for it anymore, she just wanted the car destroyed.

Spencer stopped her. Her frightened tear stained face enough to snap her out of the anger induced assault on the Porsche. She deflated beckoning the blonde to her, wrapping her in her arms, holding her heaving frame as she cried on her shoulder. She just wanted to make everything okay again. Ashley looked up from the darkness and gazed into the parking lot, her keys jingling in her hand from the movement. Why was she there, outside in the parking lot watching her.