(Not sure if this will be one-shots or linear. Either way, I promise finale redemption! Please fav and review, it keeps me going!)
It was over.
That was the first thought in Spencer Hastings's head as she watched as an unrecognizable (and that was strange, because she thought she knew all the members of the Rosewood P.D. by now…) take her-no, she meant her look-alike twin away to police custody.
She tried to stumble towards her friends, all clumped together with their significant others. With the rush of her adrenaline, she had forgotten it had been nearly a day since she'd eaten. Spencer felt herself go woozy as she stumbled and nearly fell to the floor, which was hard concrete under the fake grass. Damn this place and its deceptions.
"Woah, Spence, I got you.'" She felt strong arms cinch around her middle. Spencer looked up and was face-to-face with Toby. He was tall, but she came near to him, especially in the chunky-heeled Oxfords she was wearing now. His eyes had always been bright blue, but they looked electric against the dark landscape of the artificial night Alex had created in her lair. "How are you doing? Do you need some water? I know the taps are running in the house, I installed them myself."
Her heartbeat quickened at his eyes on her and his diligence, but she also felt shame and sorrow welling up inside her. Innocent, kind Toby. She couldn't believe he was asking her if she was ok. Sure, she'd been locked up in an underground bunker reminiscent of one she'd been trapped in for weeks as a high schooler. And to add a cherry on top, by yet another crazy Drake relative (she really hoped this was the last one). But she thought of how she had almost come to be used to all of that, like it was part of her DNA to expect danger. But Toby-he'd been taken advantage of. She shivered as she thought of what Alex had told her, how she'd deceived Toby and slept with him not once, but twice. And when she asked him herself, "Are you ok?", she was thinking also (and she knew he must be as well) of those many years before when his step-sister had also abused him too.
He nodded his head stiffly, and his voice was a little weak like he couldn't almost believe it himself. "Yeah, I'm...alright."
She pursed her lips without meaning before shaking her head up and down noncommittally. "Alright. Well, I'm going to go talk to my friends and tell them I'm okay. Thank you, Toby." Spencer felt an urge to squeeze his hand but thought better of it. She didn't know if her touch would trigger him. Spencer turned away from him but could not ignore his eyes on her back. For not the first time that day, she felt like sobbing. Everything they shared, that innocent energy she thought they were gaining back to maybe become "them" again...it was all ruined.
Things would never be the same.