Spencer frowned slightly. She kept quiet for a minute before turning to her fiancée, “Ashley, is there something you want to tell me,” she questioned carefully.

The rocker’s stomach twisted, “What do you mean,” she asked nervously.

“Is there anything you need to tell me,” the blonde repeated a little stronger. “I feel … I feel like there’s something going on … and you’re not telling me what it is.”

Ashley cupped Spencer’s face, “It’s nothing … I promise,” she whispered.

Spencer bit her lip, “Okay,” she replied after some slight hesitation.

The rocker felt her heart constrict painfully. She suddenly stood up, “I uh … think I’m going to go visit the doc now.” She informed gathering her things.

“Wait,” the blonde said. “You’re leaving right now?”

“I’ll be back soon,” Ashley replied giving her fiancée a quick peck on the lips before leaving.

After a short while Aiden walked in. He frowned confused, “Where did Ashley go?”

“She’s lying to me,” came Spencer’s hollow reply.

Aiden’s frown deepened, “What?”

Spencer shook herself from her daze. “Oh, nothing. Sorry.”

***

Ashley walked swiftly into the office and straight up to the therapist’s desk. She paused and then hurriedly set something down in front of the doctor. Ashley looked up timidly at the older blonde woman.

Dr. Johansen eyed the discarded item on her desk wearily. It was a prescription pill bottle. “No thanks, I don’t use,” she deadpanned.

The rocker took a step back from the desk and sat down. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants legs and let out a few deep breaths, “I’ve fucked up,” she blurted.

“Alright then,” Dr. Johansen nodded slowly, “And what have you done,” she asked, although she already had an inkling as to what the brunette was about to say.

Ashley sighed, “I took one,” she whispered.

The therapist leaned forward and crossed her hands. Ashley took this as a sign to elaborate, “I took one of the pills while I was at the hospital.” She added biting her lip nervously.

“Why were you at a hospital,” Dr. Johansen questioned calmly.

The rocker looked down. “My sister and my best,” she hesitated. “My um, ex bass player Ryan, I told you about him. Well, they were um … they were in a car accident earlier.”