Ashley’s P.O.V.

They were killing her. I could hear them, torturing her and her screams of protest. I ran towards her, but was held back, running and going nowhere. I tried harder and harder and got nowhere. I couldn’t save her. With one last push I screamed “SPENCER!” before-.

“Ashley! Ashley!” I heard Spencer’s sweet voice and my eyes snapped open as I came back from dream world into reality.

“Spence! Oh my god-.” I cried out, reaching forward to give her hug, but then felt a sharp pain spread across my side.

“Shhh. Ashley, baby, relax.” She said, grabbing my hand in hers. I could see she had a large gash across her cheek, and crutches were propped up against my bed. “It’s going to be ok-.”

“What did they do to you? What happened? I’m so sorry; I couldn’t fight him; I couldn’t stop it-.”

“Ash. Calm down. Everything’s ok. Travis saved me. They didn’t rape me.” I let out a sigh of relief as I moved my hand across her gashed cheek.

“Thank god you’re ok.” I whispered while tears ran down my cheek. “I thought I lost you.”

“I’m here Ashley. I’m here. And I’m ok. It’s just a broken ankle. You’re the one that’s badly hurt.”

“I’m guessing from the pain shooting up my sides that some of my ribs are broken.”

“Yeah. And your face is pretty bruised. But we will be ok.” Seeing the worry flicker across her sparkling blue eyes reminded me of what the whole purpose of the trip was for. It was all for the ring.

“Spencer. Is my stuff here? Like my purse?” I asked, hoping to god it was.

She nodded as she got on her crutches, hopped to a dresser, and brought my purse back to me. I unzipped it quickly and saw the black velvet box I was looking for. I grabbed it and put the purse to the other side of my bed. “Ashley, what is that?” She asked, looking shocked.

“Spencer, I love you more than life itself. You are my everything and I couldn’t imagine life without you. This whole trip was for us, to have a good, relaxing time. And for me to give you this.” I handed her the box. Her fingers ran over the smooth velvet; her eyes flickering from me to the box. “Open it baby.” She slowly opened it and gasped. I could see the shine of the Tiffany’s diamonds reflected in her baby blues. “It’s a promise ring. Letting you know I will always be yours.” She slid the ring on her finger, and a beautiful smile crossed her features as she leaned in to give me a light kiss. As we broke away, we rested our foreheads together, getting lost in each other’s eyes.

“And you will always be mine.” She whispered before leaning in for another kiss.