Spencer’s Pov

Paula: “Help, hasn’t that girl “helped” you enough as it is?”

She placed my phone on her lap and continued to drive to god knows where. I figure I might as well make myself comfortable. I slouched in my seat and I was staring out the window again. I wasn’t paying much attention until I saw something bright yellow in my mirror. It was off in the distance, but I knew that had to be Ashley. Every time my mom turned down a different street that car would be on the same street a few seconds later. Ashley was here to save me!!! I hope my mom didn’t catch on to the fact that we were being followed.

We drove for 20 more minutes until my mom pulled up to some brick building. If I wasn’t too anxious to see Ashley I would have probably taken a closer look at my surroundings. My mom got out of the car and she came over to my door. She grabbed my wrist and lead my in the glass doors. She went to talk to a lady at the front desk while she made me sit on a hard plastic chair, just like in the security guards office. Except these were way more uncomfortable. Probably because I didn’t have Ashley here to hold onto me. Not yet anyway. I looked out into the parking lot and I saw Ashley park on the far end of the parking lot behind a van. Her car was barely noticeable, but I knew she was there.

My mom snapped me out of my trance and there were these two buff men standing beside her.

Paula: “Honey, you are sick. And you are going to have to stay here until you get better.”

Spencer: “What? There is nothing wrong with me.”

I stood up as quickly as I could and I turned to run out to Ashley, but one of the guys grabbed my arm. I tried to break free from him, but the other guy took a hold of my other arm. I was so mad I started crying. There was nothing wrong with me. My mom needed more help than I did. I heard my mom yell goodbye and she loved me as the two men nearly dragged me down the hall. They stopped in front of a heavy looking door and opened it for me. They sent me inside and I heard them lock the door behind me. I turned around to try and open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. My mom was seriously mental if she planned on making me stay here. I examined the contents of the room. There wasn’t much. No window. Just a twin sized bed. God, I felt like a prisoner. What would I do if I had to use the bathroom. That’s when I noticed a little red button on the wall. What could it hurt if I pressed it? So, I did.