Ch.30:

     Ashley’s POV:

              I was enraged; cousin or not, this monster had put Spencer’s life in jeopardy. I sent her sprawling across the room with a headbutt before scrambling over to my unconscious love. “Spencer!” I cried, shaking her back and forth. Her head lolled around listlessly. “No. No!” I howled. “Kyla, did you call an ambulance?” “They’re on their way…Ash, give her CPR! We don’t know how long she’s been out! She could die!” “Shit Kyla, I don’t know how! You do it!” I yelled in frustration. How useless could I get? First I failed to find her before Lauren got to her, now I couldn’t resuscitate her! I felt all my anger well up inside of me and my eyes locked on the target of my rage and hatred. “You. What did you do to her?!” I growled, lifting Lauren up with the shirt collar. I slammed her against the wall roughly, keeping her there with a chokehold. “Tell me or I swear I will break your neck and then snap every bone in your body.” I snarled. “You won’t live if she doesn’t.” I vowed. It must’ve been the dead seriousness of my voice that convinced Lauren that I wasn’t to be taken lightly. “It was just a little Rohypnol in her drink.” She said stiffly. “She wouldn’t give in, so I injected her with something else like that I got off this guy.” I punched her hard in the face. Blood started coming out of her nose. I’m pretty sure I broke it. “Whatever it was, she’s not breathing now because of it- because you tried to rape her!” I cried, outraged. “Did you?!” I demanded, shoving her up against the wall again. “You better not have. If you raped her, I will personally make sure you never do that to another girl again- I don’t care if we’re family; Monsters are not a part of my family!”

            Lauren looked at me coldly. “I didn’t.” she spat. “Not when she started getting dazed out by it. I was trying to revive her.” “Sure you were.” I sneered sarcastically. “Ash, she’s still not breathing!” Kyla screamed, panicked. I kicked Lauren in the stomach one more time, making her double over onto the floor before rushing over to Spencer’s side. I could hear the sirens of the ambulance outside. “Spencer, please. Don’t die on me.” I whispered. I was losing my voice due to all the fear inside me. Kyla pushed down on her chest again. This time, Spencer finally started breathing weakly. The paramedics rushed in right then, along with the police. Kyla did her best to explain the situation further to the paramedics as we rushed to the hospital. The syringe was taken to have its contents analyzed to determine what it was Lauren pumped her with. I was too scared to even ask if she’d live; she did not regain consciousness as the paramedics hooked her up to an IV and put an oxygen mask over her face.  I held her hand loosely, trying not to squeeze it so I wouldn’t hurt her.