Spencer’s P.O.V.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

The steady noise had been going for what seemed like hours now. I was awake, but not ready to open my eyes. My whole body ached, and I was completely delirious. The last thing I could remember was sitting out on the patio to our hotel room, with Luke and some of his friends. I couldn’t stand not knowing where I was so I slowly opened my eyes, only to be blinded by bright lights. Once my eyes adjusted I saw that I had once again, landed myself in the hospital. Jeez, it must have been bad if I can’t remember what the hell happened.

I turned to my side and saw something that almost made me sick to my stomach. My Ashley, with her face badly bruised, lying on the hospital bed next to me. I tried to get up, but I hurt way too much and was still dizzy so I decided to stay in my hospital bed.

“Spencer, you’re awake.” I turned my gaze to the doorway to see Travis, one of Luke’s friends, standing there on crutches.

“Oh my god Travis!” I said, my voice very raspy. “What happened to you? And to all of us? Where’s Luke?”

Travis sighed and sat in the chair next to my bed. “Spencer…it’s hard to tell you this, but…”

“What? Is Ashley going to be ok?” I asked, as my eyes filled up with tears, looking at her badly beaten face.

“Yeah, she’ll be fine. As you can see, she has some bruises to the face and she has some broken ribs…”

“Who did this to her?” I said, suddenly angry that my baby was hurt.

“Let me start from the beginning.” He took a deep breath before continuing. I was nearly about to jump off my bed, wanting to find the motherfucker who hurt Ashley. “You were out with Luke and some of our other friends on the patio. I wasn’t out there cause I was talking to this girl. Luke brought you a jack and coke. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah.” I said, getting kind of impatient. “What the fuck does that have to do-.”