“I'm not going to.” The brunette traced her jawline and trailed down the length of her neck, loving the feel of soft skin under her fingertips. “I'll take you by force if I have to.” A small smile tilted her lips as she dipped her head, wanting another taste of her lips. “I have the experience.” Spencer sharply turned her head away and she jerked back staring confusedly into the blonde's incredulous gaze.

“How could you joke about that?”

“I-I..” Ashley stammered shocked by the anger in the blonde's face and tone. She closed her mouth and stared helplessly into her face not sure what to say or do. Brown eyes left blue and landed on the floor. Her head hurt. She brought her fingers to her temples and began rubbing them vigorously. There was something wrong. So so wrong. She felt sick and ashamed. Images passed through her mind and she saw his face again, drowned in pleasure as she rode him, his grunts assaulting her ears...

“Come here.” The soothing voice beckoned wrapping strong arms around the dazed teenager's shoulders. “Don't cry, Ash. Everything will be okay. I'll make everything okay again. Shhh, don't cry.”

“I'm so tired, Spenny.” She whispered through her tears fiercely holding onto her friend. “I'm so fucking tired.”

“I know, Sweetheart.” A gentle kiss was placed at the crown of her head. “Lets go to bed.”

In and out, In and out, the night was full of confusion and a tenderness her mind was to fucked up to comprehend. Lying in bed, her head resting comfortably on a pillow, brown eyes opened and saw a girl her age sitting up beside her staring out into the darkness. Oblivious to the tears on Spencer's face, Ashley watched and then gave into her curiosity. Reaching out, she wondered if it was a dream or not. If she was really alive.....or dead. “Are you an angel?” Her drowsy voice broke the silence as she touched the girl's soft skin, straining to see her face in the darkness.