ASHLEY’S P.O.V.

Spencer and I were forced to stop kissing because we weren’t paying attention to anything and anyone other then each other. My mom and Paula pretty much had to pry us apart…seriously. They took us into the house and sat us in the spot on the couch that will forever be made for our lectures. Jake stands in the corner watching and snickering as my mom and Mark pace the floor in front of us. Spencer quickly takes my hand nervously. She looks over at me and gulps, then up at the clearly angered adults.

Mark: “It’s now 9:47…the plane leaves at 10:00. There’s no way we’ll be able to make it today.” He says frustrated.

Christine: “Do you have any idea what this job means for Mark?!” She yells and Spencer cringes.

Ashley: “Do you have any idea what Spencer means to me?!!!” I retort back angrily.

Mark: “Don’t raise your voice to your mother.” He says calmly.

Ashley: “Fuck you, your not my father!!!” I spit out quickly, and before I can realize exactly how wrong it was, and try to apologize *SMACK!*

She hit my face so hard my head flew to the side. My eyes swell with tears as the sting sets in. I bring my hand to my throbbing cheek. My bottom lip quivers as I look at her and Mark. Jake isn’t laughing anymore. He’s standing there, in shock, as well as Paula and Arthur. I look at Spencer, who’s wide eyed with her mouth slightly gaped. I look at everyone and they say nothing. I hop up and run to the empty room that was once mine and slam the door.

—–

I’m sitting in my closet, my arms around my legs, and my knees to my chest, crying. The door creaks open after a few minutes and I immediately stop crying.

Spencer: “Ash?” She says softly. I hiccup. “Mark went to see about trading the tickets in for a later flight. He and Jake are gone.” She says, bending down next to me.

Ashley: “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Spencer: “For what?”

Ashley: “You know. For what happened down there.”

Spencer: “It’s ok, you’re just upset. Your mom feels really bad about it.”

Ashley: “I should think before I speak.”