Rosewood.
A kind of paradise for everyone who lived there, except one.
Toby Cavanaugh.
If the hell could take the look of one particular city, for him, would take the appearance of that town.
Quiet and sometimes almost deserted but full of eyes and ears ready to spy on your every small step to evaluate each of your minimum error.
And maybe the hell could be better than Rosewood, especially by when arrived Jenna.
Toby hadn't passed the mother's dead yet and his father had already thought of marrying again and accept a new family in his one, as if a new stepmother could fill the void that he felt, that both he and his father felt.
The boy was convinced that he wouldn't change anything, that he would continue to live his solitary life between home and school without that Jenna bother him.
At the end, she enjoyed the popularity and loved being around people, stuff that Toby hated. But he hadn't think about that the party wasn't the only one things that his new sister liked.
She liked him.
All was perfect, they look like one of those families who do advertising, one of those who smile to you on the boxes of cookies. But as soon as their parents left the house to enjoy the evening together, as two perfect lovers, Jenna was transformed into the devil herself.
Into the green eyes of the girl began to glow with a strange light. His finger began into long claws roamed the boy's body, who just can do what the stepsister want he doing or knew that everything would be turned against him and as Jenna loved remind him, everyone would blame him than the sweet and innocent girl with long black hair.
From what he had heard Jenna quickly got bored of toys, but it seemed like Toby was his teddy bear of the night, without that, you can't do anything.
After the accident at the shack, everything had started to go differently. It was easier to avoid Jenna and make sure that its claws don't even brushed against the skin of the boy but specially it was impossible that the two find themselves alone.
The parents did everything to be always present, they was sure that he was to cause of fire. To tell the truth he liked the thought so, less hassle for him, except perhaps the time had to pass every week with the psychologist, but it was tolerable.
After spending a year of complaints from Jenna, who continued to reassure parents saying that Toby had never done anything, the two resumed their outputs leaving the children alone again.
But the boy had changed, it was no longer the same as before, he knew his sister rebel, mainly because he had found a reason, an anchor that he knew, he would have held up, despite everything.
Spencer Hastings.
When his hands touched his body didn't resemble claws but gentle caresses and her eyes lit up at the see his face, but the light that brighted her eyes didn't look like those Jenna's infernal. This seemed the light emitted by a star, a white light, pure, a good light.
Toby felt safe with her, as it had never been.
He had finally found his piece of paradise.
That girl brought heaven to hell.
Spencer brought heaven to Rosewood.
Author's notes:
I'm so sorry for the english, but I'm Italian and I don't speak english so good. I hope you like it.
