Emily was angry. She was always more angry than scared these days, even after everything that happened with Nate/Lyndon, anger still came more frequently than fear. And sitting on Spencer's couch, wide eyed as Spencer, tears pouring down her face, retelling her story of how she had found out that her beloved Toby was A. Spencer had been acting odd for weeks now, and it wasn't until today, when she broke down in the bathroom, saying she had a secret she hadn't told the girls.
Spencer had told her story of finding his ID card, setting him up, watching from the shadows as he entered her house, the confrontation.
"I just wanted to be wrong" she choked out, as Emily's watched her face crumble into tears. She looked at Hanna's face, unmasked fury and hurt, and Aria's anger and sadness. She knew the emotions that were clearly on her own face. Shock, betrayal and above all, anger. She had to do something, anything to make him pay.
"Spencer," she said her voice calm and even, "where do you keep your field hockey sticks?"
"Um, next to the shed," her voice shaking, "why?"
"I have an idea, but I need your permission. I don't really know how to say this, but with you and him and the truck..."
"Be my guest," Spencer looked up her eyes glinting in a way reminiscent of the old Spencer, in an afterthought " you should probably go alone, less conspicuous."
Aria and Hanna had also put together the pieces. " Can we at least watch?" asked Hanna.
"Sure" said Spencer, "Let's go".
*Ten Minutes Later*
Emily approached the truck. The sun had set, the sky a deep blue. Hockey stick in hand she approached its golden exterior. Running her hand along its cool side, she felt anger bubble up inside of her. Stepping back she swung the hockey stick at the side of the truck's body.
Crack! she stepped back to admire the sizeable dent in its side.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The truck was full of dents, its outside shattered, except for the windows. She prepared for her next strike, to smash in the driver's side window, but before she could she heard the door slam open.
"What. the. hell. are. you. doing!?" Toby's voice was angry, yet remained calm. Emily spun around, eyes burning with anger.
"Exactly what it looks like," and then with absolute precision, swung the stick back through the driver's side window.
"What the hell!" he shouted
"What the hell? That's all you have to say for yourself She trusted you. We all trusted you. So don't you think for a second that you don't deserve this."
With one final swing at the back window, breaking on to the seat, Emily turned on heel and walked away. When she neared the end of the alley, she looked back. Toby was kneeling where he had stood, and Emily couldn't see what he was doing. he looked up, regret in his eyes, and Emily turned her back and walked away down the alley towards the car the girls had been watching from.
It wasn't until much later, when Toby decided to survey the damage, that he realized it was not just the outside of his truck that had been destroyed, because carved across the front seat, was a collection of letters Toby would never be able to forget. A name.
Spencer.