“Spencer! Where are you?!”

I tried to say something. Fuck. My mouth won’t work. All I can do is sob. He ran off with my purse but I’d left my phone in my jeans pocket. I’d somehow managed to pick it out, a miracle considering how badly I was shaking and sobbing. I’m numb. Completely numb. But I managed to call Ashley. I need her. Shit. I’m going to be sick. I feel so dirty. I’m broken. Pain. Repulsion. Dirt. Ashley. Help.

< Ashley >

I can hear her sobbing down the phone. What’s going on?! Shit. Fuck.

“Spencer! Spencer what’s wrong?! Where are you?! What’s happened?! Shit, Spencer!”

“….A-Ash…”

“Spencer, I’m coming baby, I’m coming!”

I’m on my feet and sprinting towards the door, I can still here her sobbing on the phone. Something’s wrong, I can tell something is wrong. Shit Davies! You need to get the gym more; you can’t even run for fuck sake!

“Spencer where are you?” I pant, I hear her sobs suddenly punctuated by retching. Shit. What’s going on, she’s being sick. Oh god. Has she been attacked? Is she dying? Fuck. Run Davies, fucking run!

< Spencer >