Here you go guys and gals…Sorry it took me so long…between two jobs and interning…I was lucky to find time to write this..It may not be good, but it is something to hold you over…Comments Please

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(Kyla showed Spencer to the guest room. Spencer got undressed and into some pajamas. She lay on the bed, and began to drift asleep. Everyone else began to go to bed also. Fifteen minutes had passed, when the door to Spencer’s room began to creak open, and figure walked into the room and over to the bed. Spencer lifted herself up a little, squinting her eyes to see in the darkness.)

Spencer: Kyla?

???? : No, it’s Ashley.

Spencer: What are you doing?

Ashley: Watching you sleep, but I felt like what we had to talk about couldn’t wait until morning.

Spencer: (sighs) Ashley, I really don’t want to talk about this now.

Ashley: (annoyed) Well I do. I think I deserve that much from you.

(Spencer shot out of bed, marched up to Ashley. Spencer was pissed by that comment. She knows she hurt Ashley, but Ashley wasn’t innocent either. In Spencer’s eyes, what Ashley did was far worse than what she did. Some might not agree. Hell, Spencer might not agree, but right now she is hurt, and when one is hurt, thinking is never clear.)

Spencer: (angry) What you deserve! I think I deserve too. You led me to believe you were dead Ashley. That’s far worse than what I did to you.

Ashley: Worse than what you did to me? Are you fucking hearing yourself? Did five years erase your memory Spencer? Or, did you suppress it so much that you chose to block out those moments.

Spencer: I didn’t block out anything. I relived those memories everyday for the last five years. 365 days a year, for five years I have thought about everything I did to you. There were days I couldn’t even make it out of the bed. Days I begged God to kill me, or to let me die because I couldn’t live with myself anymore. And I know it was my entire fault. But I am paying for it. What hurts the most is not fact that you’re not dead. It’s the fact you had everyone lie to me. Including my own family. My own family lied to me.