She presses her finger up to her lips and tells you to be quite. Tell nobody that you saw her here. She kisses you goodbye and that's the last time you saw her. Many years pass and some force brings you back together, but not in a way you thought it would. This girl who used to be your friend is not the person you once knew. This girl is wild, crazy, and out of control. You don't even know who she is anymore. It's almost like she's a complete stranger to you. What has happened to the innocent girl you used to know and how can you bring her back?
A story about how Spencer gets arrested for doing drugs and gets sent away. Toby just got his first job as a security guard at a detention facility. What happens when two old friends run into each other for the first time in years? What has Toby been through? What has Spencer been through? How can he help her? A Spoby AU story. Characters may be a little OOC, but I'll still try to keep them IC as possible.
Do you remember what life was like when you were a kid? When you were young the world seemed so big. You didn't have much to worry about. Your biggest worry as a young folk was what color do I want to paint this flower, red or blue? What kind of sandwich do I want for lunch today, ham or turkey? Do I want to go on the swing or jump rope with the girls? Do I want to wear my hair in braids or down? Life as a kid seemed so simple. You'd wake up, go to school, come home, do your homework, play with your friends until the street lights came on, went to bed, and that was it. That was your day. That was your life. On the weekends, you would go to the nearest park to play hopscotch with your friends. Have a contest to see who could hop the best, jump the most rope, and who can run the fastest. Life as a kid was pretty good.
Then you turned ten years old and decided that you don't want to be a kid anymore. Being a kid sucks. You look around and see all those teenagers with their phones staying out late, doing whatever they want. Some teens appear to have jobs and a car. You're thinking you want to be that. You're done being a kid and ready to be a teenager. Suddenly you go from fifteen to sixteen. You realize that having your own phone and car Isn't enough. Being the cheer captain, head of the drama club, and class president Isn't enough. You want more. You look at all the adults around you. They live on their own. They have jobs and their parents can't tell them what to do anymore. You're thinking you want to be like that. You're tired of being a teenager. You can't stand being in high school. You're ready to grow up. You're ready to be an adult.
You graduate high school and move onto college. You're nineteen now, maybe twenty. You're on your own. As you sit down in your empty dorm room and look around, you begin to realize that growing up wasn't as good as you thought it would be. Now, you're alone and have to take responsibility for your actions. You have to pay for everything and do everything on your own. Mommy and daddy won't be able to pay for that window you just smashed accidentally with your baseball. You're growing up and you now realize that you don't want to. You think about life as a kid and realize how simple things were back then. Now, you'd give anything to go back to those simpler days. That's the life of a normal human being. That's not how life was for Spencer Hastings.
Her life was never simple. Growing up as a kid for Spencer was not fun. Her life as a teenage wasn't great. In Fact, it was horrible. The whole time Spencer was growing up she wondered if her life would ever be easy. She wondered if her life would ever be filled with rainbows and sunshine like so many people talked about. Spencer wasn't very good at a lot of things and that got her into trouble. Actually, that's one thing she was good at. Getting herself into trouble. In this story you will learn about the complicated life of Spencer Hastings. How her life started out as a tough road through hell and how she ended up on the right path to a bright future. But how might you ask? How did one girl who grew up in such a terrible home manage to turn her life around. Well, boys and girls, I can sum that up in just two words, Toby Cavanaugh.
Red, white, and blue lights flashed from outside Toby's bedroom window. Nine-year-old Toby sat up in his bed and stared out the window. Down the street from his house there's a bunch of police officers, a fire truck, an ambulance, and a corner car parked in someone's driveway. The light in the hallway flicked on and he could hear footsteps. Two voices outside his door started whispering to each other. He knows those voices. He would know those voices anywhere.
"Should we tell him?" Marion asked.
Chris sighed and said, "I don't know."
"I think you should take Toby with you."
"Marion it's late. He can come with me in the morning."
"Just see if the boys awake or not."
Chris sighed and pushed Toby's door open to see him sitting right up in his bed with his eyes wide open. Toby looked at his father who is dressed in his cop uniform. Toby pushed the covers off his body and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Daddy what's going on?" He asked
Marion leaned against the door dressed in her light blue robe. Chris walked over to his son and kneeled down in front of him. Toby always thought it was cool that his father's a cop. He gets to stay out late, solve crimes, save lives, and wear a gun. Plus he gets to wear a cool uniform. Toby's had dreams about becoming a cop when he grows up. Sometimes his father allows Toby to tag along with him. Like when he's giving people speeding tickets. Other times he would bring Toby along to crime scenes. It's a pretty cool job in Toby's opinion.
"Toby, I don't usually like dragging you out of bed for these types of things, but I think you're going to want to come with me."
Toby looked back into his father's chocolate brown eyes. It amazes him how his father has brown eyes and he has blue eyes. He must get is from his mother since his mom has blue eyes. He also has her light colored hair. The only thing Toby has of his fathers is his nose and height. Yup, just like Chris Cavanaugh, Toby's going to grow up to be pretty tall. His dad is about 6.3 or so. So, Toby will be about 6.1.
"Hurry, Toby!"
Chris elbowed his way through the crowed trying to get to the crime scene. Toby tried his best to keep up with his father. He's having a little trouble walking around in these shoes. They're a little big on him. They made their way to the end of the driveway and stopped behind the yellow caution tape. Toby looked around at noticed the little white mailbox had the name Hastings engraved on it.
"Dad what are we doing and Spencers house?" He asked.
"Cavanaugh!" A man wearing a black jacket with cop written on the back waved Chris over. "Come on we need you in here."
Toby moved to go with his father, but he put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Stay here, Toby."
Toby kept his feet glued to the driveway while Chris ran up the Hastings front porch. He meet up with the other officers and started chatting with them. Toby knows this place. It's the Hastings's house. A first grader that goes to the same school as him lives here. Her names Spencer Hastings and she's the daughter of Peter and Veronica Hastings. He wondered why his father dragged him here tonight. Toby knows Spencer. They hung out at school a few times. She's about three and half year younger than him. So, Spencer is six years old. What happened was, these older boys at school kept picking on this little girl and wouldn't leave her alone. Toby went over and told the boys to back off. He found out the little girls name was Spencer Hastings and they spent the whole recess together talking. From then on Toby made it his job to look out for the little girl.
Thirty minutes later, Chris came out carrying someone wrapped in a yellow blanket. As his father got closer, Toby recognized the person to be Spencer. Toby felt a knot in his stomach and wondered if she's hurt in anyway. Chris walked to where Toby's standing and set Spencer down right beside him. Spencer's little, coffee brown eyes are filled with wonder as to what's going on.
"Stay right here sweetie, okay," Chris said sweetly to the little girl.
Toby stepped over, "dad, what happened?"
"Just stay here with her," he instructed. "I'll explain later, just keep Spencer occupied. Can you do that, son?"
Toby nodded. Chris got back up on his feet and walked towards the house again. Spencer turned and stared at Toby with her big, brown eyes. Toby stared back at Spencer not sure what to do. He doesn't even know what's going on.
"Toby," even at such a young age her voice is raspy.
Toby wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his side, "don't worry, Spencer. Everythings going to be fine."
"No, it's not," the little girl shook her head. "My mommy is dead."
A flash of lightning lit up the midnight sky. The light reflected in Toby's eyes. He looked at Spencer who is leaning her head against his chest and looking up at him. That's why his dad dragged him out here at this time of night. Spencer's mother is dead and he wanted him here to keep Spencer busy and so she doesn't know what's going on. But Spencer is a lot smarter than people think. She's actually smarter than a lot of six-year-olds. She may even be smarter than Toby. A tear escaped from the corner of her left eye and rolled down her cheek. Toby walked them over to the curve and sat down with her. He rewrapped his arm around her body and allowed Spencer to lean her head on his shoulder. Toby sat beside her the whole time rubbing his hand up and down her arm.
-11 Years later-
"Cheers!"
Toby grinned while hitting his glass against his other friend's glasses. Tonight he is out celebrating with his closest friends after graduating from the Harrisburg Police Academy. His friends are treating him to a night out with drinks and lots of crazy dancing. He's twenty-one now, so he's old enough to be drinking. A few of his friends are still between the ages of seventeen up to twenty, but they managed to sneak them some drinks. His best friend Caleb is the same age as him, but younger by a month, so he's good to drink. Ezra is two years older than Toby, so he's twenty-three.
Emily raised her glass and said, "a tosse to Toby for getting his butt kicked in the academy! You made all of your friends and family proud and I know that if your dad could be here to see this he would be proud of you too," Emily smiled. "So, here's to Toby!"
"To Toby!"
Two years and four months ago, his Chris Cavanaugh was shot and killed while on duty. He was called in early Sunday morning to help stop a bank robbery. He got shot after jumping in front of a hostage. He took a bullet, so a complete stranger could live their life. The lost was hard on Toby and that's when he decided he really wanted to be a cop. He enrolled at the police academy and graduated top of his colleges. His mother is still alive and well. She went to the ceremony, but didn't stay long for the after party. Which was probably wise, because who would want to be around Toby and his friends after drinking so much?
"Congratulations Toby!" Hanna exclaimed while raising her half-empty glass. "I've never been so proud of you than I am right now."
Toby chuckled knowing Hanna's probably saying this because she's drunk.
"Thank you, Hanna."
"You made all of us proud," Caleb said.
"What are they going to have you do now that you own a uniform?" Emily asked.
"Well, I don't know," Toby shrugged. "I'm still waiting to hear about a job. I might be a security guard a this women's detention facility in Maine."
"Shouldn't they have females there instead of males?" Ezra asked.
"They take whoevers available to serve," Toby said.
"Just don't get any inmates pregnant," Hanna said.
Toby chuckled, "come on, Hanna. You're talking about no good criminals. I'm not there to fuck, I'm there to make sure crazy delinquents serve their time and get what they deserve."
"Not all inmates are bad," Emily said. "You just remember that when you look at someone caged in there. Always know that there's more to a person's story."
"Oh, Emily," Alison nudged her. "You always see the good in people. A person could kill someone and you would still see good in them."
"There are no good people in those kind of places," Toby said while shaking his head. "My dad taught me that."
"Enough of this police talk, crap!" Hanna yelled. "Lets drink!"
Caleb snatched the cup out of her hand, "uh, I think you've had enough, missy."
"Caleb," Hanna growled. "Give that back. I've only had one."
"Which is one too many. You had four. Let's not forget we have a cop in the house."
"Oh, please, Toby would never arrest me," Hanna almost fell on her ass when she twirled around to face Toby. "Would you?"
Toby just simply shrugged and smiled. The music got turned up and everyone started going crazy. Caleb had to keep an eye on Hanna to make sure she didn't drink anymore. Emily, Alison, and Aria started dancing together. Toby and Ezra are sitting at the bar rating women on a scale of 1-10. Life is going well for Toby. He has his mom around to support him. He's got amazing friends and a perfect career choice. Could life get any better?
The streets would be pitch black if it weren't for the yellow street lights that are still on. Spencer ran down the streets along with her other friends. They tried to keep up with each other, but it's hard. The cops are chasing them right now. Earlier this evening they were hanging out at the park sharing a joint when the police showed up, they all scattered and ran in different directions. There were at least ten of them hanging out. Spencer ran off with Mona, Jake, and Maya. They're coming up to a fenced in area, so they'll have to jump it.
"Shit," Maya cursed when they came to a dead end. "There's no way we can all get over that fence without one of us getting arrested."
Spencer exhaled deeply and ran a hand through her sweaty hair. She looked behind her and saw the cops getting closer. It's true, four of them could make it over that fence and get away if one of them stays back to distract the cops. Who's it going to be? No one is going to want to risk being arrested. Looks like Spencer's going to have to take one for the team.
"Go on," Spencer said.
"What?" The looked at her.
"I said go!" She hissed.
Jake helped Maya climb over the fence then waited for Mona. Mona was hesitant to leave Spencer behind. The two shared a look before Mona allowed Jake to help her get over the fence. Jake jumped over the fence and ran off with the rest of them. Spencer took a deep breath and turned around. Four cops came towards her aiming guns at her and shouting at her to get her hands up. Spencer lifted her hands up above her head and did everything the cops told her to. Spencer was arrested right there on that street corner. As far as she knows, her friends got away. She didn't see them at the police station.
The cops put Spencer in the back of one of the cruisers and drove her off to the station. Officer, Berry escorted Spencer through the station and to detective Holbrook's office. She sat in a hard plastic chair waiting for the detective to enter. It took twenty minutes for a tall, black haired man to walk through the door. He was dressed in a black suit and tie. Detective Holbrook slapped down the folder in his hand on the table and glared at Spencer.
"Well, well, well," he started. "Look who we have back in our care. Mis. Spencer Hastings, how are you tonight?"
"Well, I'm a little chilly to be honest," she replied in a cocky tone. "And these handcuffs are a pain in the ass, but thanks for asking. That's real polite of you."
Holbrook hardened his stare, "you do realize that this is the third time we've caught you, right?"
"Oh, good! You can count!"
"You think this is a game, Hastings?" He squinted at her.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "Aren't you having fun?"
"You're humor and wit Isn't going to get you out of this." Holbrook pulled out a chair and sat across from her. "Where are they?"
She rolled her eyes, "where are who?"
"You know who," he hissed.
She shrugged and shook her head, "no, I don't. You're going to have to be more specific on who you're referring to."
"You know damn well who I'm referring to."
"Sorry," she shrugged again. "Are you referring you the Carters family or the Dylans? I don't know where either of those families are."
"Enough games, Hastings" He slammed his hand on the table. "Where are your friends? The people you were caught smoking with."
"Oh, the hood rats," she smirked. "Why didn't you just say so?"
"You're tugging on my last nerves, here. Where are they headed?"
"I have no idea."
"Don't lie."
"I'm not."
Holbrook sat back and folded his arms. Spencer's really pissing him off right now. She's really good at these mind games. This is the third time Spencer's been arrested. Both times before were for drugs as well. The first time, she got busted smoking in the girls locker room at school. The second time, she got smoking behind the gym during Homecoming. Guess you could pretty much say Spencer has a drug problem.
"So what happens now?" Spencer asked with a shrug and sly smile. "Do I get a gold star for my third time? You know three strikes and you're out. In bowling it takes three strikes to get a turkey. What do I get now?"
"I'll tell you what you get," Holbrook said. "I'm ordering you to spend six months in a women's detention facility in Maine. Let's see if they can straighten you up there."
Spencer leaned forward and smirked at the detective, "honestly, I pity the poor bastard who has to deal with my ass."
"Get her outta here!" Holbrook growled to the cop standing by the door.
Spencer smirked at the cop who came over to escort her out of the room. For tonight, Spencer's sleeping in her own jail cell here, but at the crack of dawn, she'll be sitting in a police van on her way to the detention facility. You may be wondering how Spencer's life turned out this way? How did she go from the sweet, innocent, six-year-old girl to this wild, uncontrollable teenager? That my friends is a long story.
Hey, guys. What do you think of this story? Is it good or bad? Should I continue writing this? I need a lot of reviews telling me what. And please don't just leave a review that says "Update!" That doesn't tell me anything. I want to know if I decide to write this, will people like reading it? This story will have lots of flashbacks in it, so you will see flashes of both Toby and Spencer's life growing up.
How do you like Spencer's attitude?