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“Oh, my God! Oh my God! Get Out! Get out of my house, you filth!”  Spencer was hoping it would be Clay, maybe her Dad, anyone but her mother that had opened that door.
“Mom, don’t!, Mom stop please!”  Spencer watched on in horror as her mother tore at her girlfriend’s hair.  Pushed her and shoved her out of the house.
“Paula stop it!”
“Not now, not this time Arthur, can’t you see what’s going on here?”
“You don’t understand, I love her.”  I screamed prying my arm from my father’s grip and continued to chase my mother down the stairs.
“It’s gonna be okay.”  How could it be okay?  My mother was forcing her love to leave.
“No, it’s not. I just want to be with her.”
“I’m so sorry.”  I saw the fear in Ashley’s eyes.  The fear that this could be the end of us.  Leaning in and holding me closely to her.  Trying to show all the love she held for the me through the hug.
“Why are you doing this?”  Spencer screamed crying at her mother.
With that Spencer watched as Paula pushed Ashley out of the house.  Slamming the door.
“You disgust me.”  If Paula had said that any other time it would have broken Spencer’s heart, knowing her mother hated her.  But here it only added fuel to her anger.
“I HATE YOU!”  Spencer yelled at her mother before storming back up the stairs and slamming her door shut.  Flinging herself on her bed and weeping into the pillows.  The pillows which still held a little bit of Ashley’s scent.

Spencer sat in class.  Replaying this image over and over in her head.  Since then her mother had sent her back to Ohio to live with her Aunt and Uncle.  Arthur tried to stop her, even Clay tried to reason with Paula.  But you know how good ol’ mommy gets when pissed off.  Glen was the worst, sneering at her, tell her “I told you so.”  She hated him so much right now.  He got to stay in L.A. with Madison, Clay got to stay with Chelsea, and she gets shipped off. She barely heard what her teacher was saying.  Something about how to solve equations using elimination and substitution methods.  A couple months ago Spencer Carlin would have rejoiced at the prospect of being back in Ohio with her friends.  Now, she hated it.  They were like Madison clones running around, and none of the jocks were as nice as Aiden.  Pete had already made a countless amount of moves on her and seemed to not understand what “no” meant.  He actually thought she would sleep with him if he just asked.  He even had the casual, “where is the bathroom” kind of tone into it.   Yup, he came up to her one day and just went, “hey, so you wanna hook up?”  How about ‘no’ assface.