Previously on Bringing it Home:

‘Austin?’

Who’s Ashley?’

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‘Ashley?’

‘Yeah, she was at the party.’ I clarified.

I hoped Austin could shed some light on the mysterious stranger. Somehow it felt a bit odd asking Maggie about it. Didn’t feel right asking the girl you were sleeping with about a complete stranger you knew could rock your world. But if I had to, I would.

‘Ashley Davies?’ my friend asked. I shrugged. Did she know her?

‘I dunno.’ I shrugged. Hell, I hadn’t even spoken to her. I tried to explain to Austin.

‘There was a girl in Maggie’s room at the party’

‘Spence you didn’t?’ she exclaimed. Oh, how I fucking wish! Maggie and Ashely. He-ven.

‘Uh, no. She wanted to but Maggie told her to fuck off.’ Austin’s brows raised at this.

‘Oh.’ was all she said. And…..?

‘Oh?’ I asked.

‘It’s complicated.’ were her next words. That didn’t sound good

‘Austin. I need to know.’ I stated in a quiet voice.

‘Spence? she questioned my demand.

‘Just tell me Austin,’ I said angrily. She frowned at me. Shit.

‘I’m sorry,’ I apologised, hanging my head. ‘It’s just….’

‘What’s wrong?’ the suspense was killing me.

‘Ashley? Brown hair, body to die for. Kyla’s height?’ Yep, sounded like her.

‘Yeah, she had on this little halter and skirt. Maggie kissed her.’ I filled in the gaps for my friend who issued a snort at this information

‘That’s Ashley Davies.’ Austin confirmed, still frowning.

‘So who is she?’ I was finally going to find out about the star of my fantasises.

‘Bad news.’ Austin’s tone was dead. Fuck.

‘Seriously Spencer, stay away from her. She’ll fuck you up.’ I felt my heart break at the news. I could have cried right there.

Austin was studying me intently. Grey eyes filled with concern.

‘Spence?’ she asked softly. Fuck, I had started crying. I couldn’t help it I felt lost

‘Did she hurt you? I know she’s fucked but if she laid a finger on you I’ll….’ she paused and looked at me again.

She scooted over and closed the gap between us. Putting her arm around me she hugged me for a minute before asking in the softest voice.

‘Spence…..she didn’t,…she didn’t force you did she?’ At this I burst into floods of tears. Not for the reason Austin assumed. Fuck! Trust me to fall for a girl that my friend thought could resort to rape.