Watching Your Back
A/N: This is my third attempt at writing this. It keeps on glitching. Anyway, it's about Toby protecting and watching Spencer between "Misery Loves Company" and "A DAngerous GAme". Enjoy. Don't be afraid to review or give constructive critisism. Ciao!
She stared at me, her eyes boring into my very soul. Those eyes that I have spent countless nights staring into, memorising their chocolate colour. Every single wave of colour, how her pupils dilate, how they stare into space when she's lost in thought. I memorised those eyes incase it was the last time I ever saw them. It appears that these eyes, her eyes, may never look at me the same way again. I memorise the way tears well up and spill onto her cheeks. Her face displayed a look of betrayal, rage, confusion, pain. I hate seeing her in pain.
"How could you?" she whispered, her voice no louder than a breath.
"Spencer. I-"
"No. Don't you dare try to justify yourself to me Toby Cavanaugh. Don't you dare apologise like its going to make everything OK again,". Tears were leaving streaks on her cheeks. I cringed. I rubbed my still stinging cheek, which was still raw from when she slapped me only minutes earlier.
"I thought you loved me Toby," Spencer said, eyes glistening with tears. "Just go. Please. Just leave me alone Toby. I need to clear my head. Please leave,"
I knew there was no use arguing with her. "For how long?" I muttered.
"Just leave Toby. I don't want to have to ask you again,"
I walked away. I left her there. I needed to make it up to her. I needed to fix this. If only she understood. I did this for her- for us! She needs me to leave her alone. I will. I need to disappear. I have to protect her.
No matter what it takes.