Here's my new story. IT IS A SPASHLEY STORY but Peyton from OTH will play a major role and also (for a few friends who are a wee bit obsessed) Brooke will also be in this story. Please don't be deterred by the title and summary. Give the story a chance and let me tell it. I will try to update as soon and often as possible. I am a busy girl so like I said..TRY. Please be patient and I hope you enjoy :)

Rated T for now.

I don't own any of these amazing characters. Just the story.

Revenge

Part 1- Prologue

I remember it like it happened yesterday. Laying on the ground in pain while the rain fell down on me. The ambulance came about 20 minutes after it happened. They scooped me up and told me everything would be okay. They were wrong. My life changed that day in so many ways.

And I will never forget…

I was on my way home from ballet practice. It was a chilly night and I could smell the rain in the air. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and crossed my arms over my chest. The temperature was dropping fast. The wind picked up a bit and I felt the first rain drop on my face. I sped up my walk to an almost jog and crossed the street.

It happened fast.

I didn't even have time to react.

It was like the car came out of nowhere.

I felt the impact instantly from my left side. The tires of the car were screeching as I was thrown into the air. I landed on the side of a curb.

I knew my leg was broken. It felt like my whole left side was disconnected from my body. The pain was excruciating and my insides were screaming but all that left my mouth were quiet whimpers. I moved slightly and felt a sharp pain in my upper abdomen. At that point I was praying just to pass out from the pain, but I was afraid I wouldn't wake back up.

I could barely see as the rain came down on my face. The headlights of the car were bright and almost blinding.

"What are you waiting for? Call 911." I heard from a distance.

"Go see if she's okay."

"What? No you go. You hit her."

Suddenly there was a pair of hands on my face turning me towards the sound of a voice.

"Can you move? Where does it hurt?" The voice said. I could only vaguely see her face. A girl. She was young.

"Every..where." Was all I could manage to get out.

She turned her face and yelled at the other person. "Did you call yet? She's badly hurt."

Her face turned back towards me.

"I'm going to get you some help okay?"

I nodded and let out loud cry. Just the smallest movement caused the worst pain imaginable.

"Ash! Come here." The other person called out.

"I'll be right back okay."

I didn't nod or try to say anything. I was afraid to move.

It seemed like hours before she came back.

"I called an ambulance. It should be here real soon. Just hold on okay."

She brushed back the wet hair from my forehead.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Spencer." I whispered back.

"That's a nice name. It's different." She smiled and moved some wet strands of hair behind her ear. Her smile was kind and comforting.

"Thanks."

She took off her coat and laid it over me.

"You're going to be okay Spencer. They're going to be here soon."

The sound of her voice was soothing and looking into her soft brown eyes was distracting me momentarily from the pain.

"Ashley we have to go. Come on." The other person called out.

"Hold on." She yelled back.

"Don't go. Don't… leave me." I cried out.

The sirens were heard in the distance and she turned her head to them.

"They're coming Spencer. You're going to be okay." She repeated.

I felt her warm hand slide into mine as she leaned down closer to me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I closed my eyes and when I opened them she was gone. I no longer felt the warmth from her hand or heard the soothing sound of her voice. And the pain, the pain was back.

I saw the flashing lights and suddenly there was a woman by my side. I couldn't hear anything she was saying. It was all mumbled.

I passed out shortly after that.

The next day I woke up in a hospital room. The accident had left me with a ruptured spleen, 3 broken ribs, a dislocated hip and I had broken nearly every bone in my leg; my fibula got the worst of it.

A metal rod was inserted into my leg. I had to learn to walk again.

But this wasn't the worst part of my story.

I lost everything that day.

My ability to dance.

The only family I had left.

Any sense of hope.

She had taken those things away from me.

The girl with the beautiful eyes and the gentle smile.

The girl who hit me and left me on the side of the road.

Part 2

"Carlin?"

"Huh?" I looked up at my very angry looking boss confused.

"I need those pictures. Did you pick them up for me?" She was hanging out of her office door looking disheveled, as always.

"They're on your desk Peyton. Where they have been since yesterday." I said in a sarcastic tone. Peyton was my boss but she had also become a great friend.

She glared at me and walked back into her office.

"Good morning to you too Boss." I mumbled to myself.

I started working at B. Davis Magazine nearly 4 years ago. My first few years I spent in the advertising department selling ad space. Then after a night out on the town with some friends I ran into a very drunk Peyton. She recognized me from work and made me drive her home, and walk her inside, and help her undress and tuck her in. Now get your mind out of the gutter. Although by the way, I am gay all the way, Peyton is as straight as a ruler. I helped her out that night and she rewarded me with a new job.

She made me the assistant to the Photo Editor. Her assistant.

I say rewarded not because I loved the job. It wasn't fun. It was ridiculously fast paced. Long hours. No life.

I say rewarded because I was one step closer to my goal….

The months after the accident were the worst in my life.. and I had been through a lot in my first 16 years.

I had lost my father and my brother when I was 12. They were killed in a car accident that left me unscathed and my mother with a few minor injuries. In the years since, my mother had fought a daily battle with depression. The only time she was happy was when I was dancing. She loved to watch me dance. It was an escape for her. It put her at peace with herself.

The day I was told I wouldn't be able to dance ballet anymore she lost it. I didn't see her for days. Where she went I have no clue. I just know that when she returned she looked dead inside. She didn't say a word for nearly a week. She even went 3 days without moving on her own.

She was soon admitted to a mental institution for Catatonic Schizophrenia.

I left the hospital 2 months later with a distant uncle. My mother's estranged brother. He was a tall, nearly bald headed, well dressed, scary looking man. But he was all I had left. We stopped by my house briefly. I grabbed a few bags and stuffed them with my belongings. Among them was a jacket. One that didn't belong to me. It was from the girl from the accident. I threw it on the bed and a folded up piece of paper fell from the pocket….

While I learned how to walk again, my mother sat practically lifeless in a chair in her room at the mental institution.

Where she still sits to this day.

I was 16.

I had no family.

My dreams lost forever.

My hopes diminished quickly.

As I stood in my new room looking out the window I pulled the folded up piece of paper out of my pocket.

A parking violation issued to…

Ashley Davies.

So like I said, I was one step closer to my goal.

I was one step closer to her.

Ashley Davies- Creative Director of B. Davis Magazine.

Ashley Davies- Co-CEO.

Ashley Davies- Top C.D. in the business.

Ashley Davies- Young, beautiful, talented, successful, …untouchable.

So what was my goal you ask?

To take everything from her.

My goal ….Revenge.

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