Spencer’s POV

Things with me and Ashley have been great. We’ve been holding hands and I even started giving her goodnight kisses on the cheek. We haven’t talked about what all that means or doesn’t mean and I’m ok with that. Its two months and I still have yet to hear here speak, but she always, find other ways to show me how she feels. Anyways I can’t wait till tonight. We haven’t seen each other in two days. She had to go out of town with her parents for the weekend, at least that’s what I over heard Shane saying to one of his dumb friends. And while I’ve been having fun hang out with my friends, I’ve missed Ashley like crazy.

It’s like one something in the afternoon and Aiden just dropped me off at home. Last night I crashed at Mia’s after we went out. I just opened the front door and my grandma and my stupid brother Glen is sitting in the living room watching something on TV. My grandma spots me trying to go up the stairs and calls me into the living room.

“You know Spencer, It’s not polite to come in and not speak.” She Says turning off the TV. Seeing as how I didn’t get away with sneaking past, I walk over in take a seat on the couch with Glen.

“It looked like you guys were enjoying the program on TV. I didn’t want to interrupt.” I say lying. Because truth be told, I could have gone the whole day without speaking to either of them.

“Well anyways, there’s something you need to know.” Glen say’s and I turn my attention away from my grandma to his smiling face.

“Oh yeah, what might that be?”

“Dad’s up stair’s sleep.” My jaw all most hit the floor, with that bit of information. I haven’t seen my dad in two years, and I don’t mind if it stays that way. His one of the most selfish people I’ve ever met in my life. Last time we saw him he was packing his stuff to leave my brother, sister and me, three years after my mom left us to be with some guy she was cheating on my dad with. She said she would come back to get us once she get her self together but she never did. After she left my dad started getting abusive, he would hit us for any old stupid reason. One time he broke my arm. So I was more than happy when he packed his things and said he couldn’t do this anymore, be a parent that is, be a dad. So for the last two years we’ve been staying with my grandma. And I like it this way, not having to go through the day worrying about someone tossing me have way across the room. I can’t let him come back into our lives.