Her tone was gentle but the apprehension was written all over her face. Ashley wouldn't have been surprised if she held her breath waiting for a response, but she was just as unsure as the blonde not knowing how to feel. “Why would I do that?”

The question was drowned in confusion. The brunette had no idea what she said or did to convince the blonde she needed to live with her. Her body's answer was no, it didn't want to be under real supervision, it was just another road block from her next fix. She needed the high, would surely die without it- “To get away from her.” Unconsciously, her hand moved to her bruised side. The foggy memory came to mind, did Spencer know the story? “She'll never hurt you again.”

There was a hint of anger in those blue eyes, one she promised filled her brown when ever Christine danced around her thoughts. She believed Spencer's every word. The blonde would keep her safe and never let her mother lay another hand on her. “W-What did you tell Paula?”

“I asked if you could stay here and begged her not to ask any questions. She didn't and was alright with you staying here.” As if reading her mind, she added, “I didn't say anything about Christine.”

But she wanted to. Ashley knew the words were on the tip of her tongue, dying to be released. And for some sick reason, she felt a sense of relief wash over her knowing nothing would happen to Christine. That her Mother would be okay. I want you to always love your Mommy, Angel and take care of her. His last requests, she was going to honor them no matter who got hurt in the process.

Ignoring the pain, Ashley sat up and leaned forward wrapping her arms around Spencer, hugging her tightly. “I'm sorry.” She murmured softly against her ear,

“Don't be,” A soft kiss was placed on her neck. “We'll get through this.” Ashley simply nodded against her shoulder, trying to believe in her lover's gentle words. It was hard. Don't be sorry..... if only Spencer knew. She must not have told her about the guy at the club in her delusional state. Keeping it a secret wouldn't be hard. She never wanted the blonde to hurt like Christine had hurt her father. No, she couldn't do that to Spencer.

She loved her too much.

“Will you stay with me?”

Ashley closed her eyes and ignored her body's screams of protest.

“Yes.”