I've just been crazy posting stuff these past few days, and I wanna introduce you guys to a new multi chapter story that I've been working on. Toby is not A (or at least, they haven't found out that he's A yet. Haven't decided), so in this story we see a side to Spencer that, supposedly, we haven't seen before, if you take away her breakdown throughout 3B. Even on the show, I don't think we've ever seen Spencer scared, because even throughout her breakdown she remained strong. So this story will enlighten on what would happen if the tables were to turn and she were to finally let her guard down and let someone else take care of her.

Now, this first chapter is a little violent, but that's it as far as violence and anything that could push the rating upwards goes. This is a T rated story, promise.

Updates won't be NECESSARILY frequent, but I'm going to try, because it's a lot of fun I'm gonna be honest with you :D So enjoy this opening chapter, and I'll try to get the next one up later this week. And, as always, REVIEW/favorite/follow/WHATEVER to let me know if you like it or not! Much love, as always :)

Spencer Hastings hummed to herself as she leisurely strolled down the sidewalk in downtown Rosewood. For whatever reason, she found herself in a much better mood than she had been for the past week, and she was perfectly okay with that.

Last week, she and Toby Cavanaugh had broken up. Sure, she was the one that had cut the relationship off, but that didn't mean that she didn't feel bad doing it. But with everything going on in her life- the A-team, finding out who killed Alison, and keeping up with school were just a few examples- she found herself becoming more and more distanced from him, and she realized that it wasn't fair to him. At first she was upset with her decision, but eventually she learned to accept that she had done the right thing. She wanted, more than anything, for Toby to be happy, and she could tell that that wasn't going to happen as long as he was with her. If they just needed time to explore their options and grow as separate people, than that was perfectly fine with her.

"Spencer!"

Spencer whirled around to the sound of a familiar adorable British accent, and, sure enough, she was met with a familiar set of friendly brown eyes and pearly white teeth.

She smiled back at him. "Hey, Wren," she said warmly as he jogged up to her. "What are you doing out this late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Wren said with an eyebrow raise, and she giggled in response.

"Just trying to clear my head. You know… with school and everything."

"I can only imagine," Wren said with a nod of his head. "Not to mention all of the pressure of being a Hastings."

"For the brief 72 hours that you were engaged to my sister, you kinda catch on fast," Spencer joked, and Wren just laughed again. After composing himself, his smile vanished.

"I heard you and Toby broke up."

"Well, damn," Spencer said, mainly to herself. "News in this town travels way too fast."

Wren ignored this comment as he stepped forward slightly, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "I was wondering… maybe I could take you out to dinner sometime?"

Spencer bowed her head. He was so… sweet. And she couldn't deny that a part of her really was attracted to him.

But she couldn't. Not now. She was doing so well by herself. She wasn't ready to add someone new to the equation just yet.

"I'd like that, Wren," she began, still not looking him directly in the eye, "but I can't. Not now at least."

"Oh," Wren wilted. "Well… alright. Just let me know when you feel right about it."

"I… maybe," Spencer started, but then took back her words.

No. She couldn't lead him on.

"Wren, you're a really great guy, but I'm not sure how right I feel about this. You dated Melissa, and she's still incredibly mad at me for that to this day. If you and I were to date, it would make things really uncomfortable between me and her."

"I don't think it would," Wren argued. "I'm sure she's gotten over it right now."

"Well then you clearly don't know her," Spencer said with a shake of her head. "She never gets over anything. She could hold a grudge for years."

"Well that shouldn't come between what we feel about each other," Wren said earnestly.

Spencer was getting impatient now. Wren wasn't getting it. "Like I said, Wren, you're a great guy. But…" Spencer could feel her voice begin to falter slightly. "I would just feel like I would be using you to get over Toby, and I wouldn't feel right about that, and I know you wouldn't either."

Wren's face fell completely, and something changed in his eyes. Spencer couldn't quite pinpoint it. She just decided to continue.

"Besides, I… I feel that deep down, I'll always have real feelings for Toby."

"You and Toby broke up, though," Wren said coldly, and Spencer was startled by his sudden change in tone.

"I know! But…" She was suddenly at a loss for words. How could she explain her situation to him without revealing too much?

That was the thing. She couldn't.

"I'm sorry, Wren," she finally said, and then proceeded to walk away.

She continued to walk down the sidewalk, and found herself quickening her pace. She wanted to get as far away from Wren as possible. She didn't feel at ease around him. She didn't like that she had to do this to him. Soon, she found herself in a full out sprint down the sidewalk, running until her sides were sore and her stomach ached. Even so, she still continued to run, despite the pain.

Soon, she was abruptly stopped by a powerful yank on her arm.

"OW!" she screamed, but someone clasped their hand aggressively over her mouth. She surveyed her surroundings, and found that she was in an alleyway. There was a dumpster next to her, and a few trashcans on the other side of her. None of that was as shocking of a sight as the person in front of her.

Wren was hovering over her, murder in his eyes, as reached his hand further downward toward the buckle of his belt.

"Wren," Spencer squeaked, but he roughly slapped her across the face to keep her quiet.

"Shut up!" he violently whispered, and Spencer widened her eyes in fear. What happened to the sweet, lovable Wren who had given her his vodka soda at dinner last year? The Wren who massaged her bursa sac in her kitchen and told her not to let her family get to her?

The Wren who had claimed to always be there for her?

Spencer quickly reached up to her tingling cheek and felt a welt forming, but he grabbed her hand and pinned it against the wall. Tears formed in her eyes as she helplessly tried to flail out of his firm grasp. "What are you doing?!" she cried.

"I said SHUT UP!" he shouted, his British accent no longer sounding so adorable and charming. Spencer kicked him in the shin, and he doubled over for a brief second.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HEL-"

Before she could complete her desperate plea for help, Wren threw her against the wall, now putting his full weight on top of her lithe body. "Next time you scream, I won't be so gentle," he growled.

Spencer weakly nodded her head as Wren reached down to the zipper of her jean shorts and roughly pulled them down to her ankles. "Why are you doing this?" she managed to whisper. At this, Wren looked up at her. The ferocious look in his eyes was still there, and Spencer was finally able to figure what she had seen in his eyes earlier; the emotion that she wasn't able to pinpoint before.

Lust.

"I want you, Spencer," he snarled. "I need you. All of you."

He reached up her blouse and cupped her breast in his hand as he gave it a tight squeeze, and she yelped in surprise. It was loud enough for him to take her and slam her against the wall.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!" he shouted. Spencer closed her eyes in pain as she felt pain spread throughout the back of her head, which had hit the wall at a bad angle. She felt herself being forced away from the wall and onto the ground, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming.

It didn't matter how hard she screamed. No one would hear her. No one was out in Rosewood this late at night. Spencer was trapped.

As he continued to force himself onto her, something in Spencer finally gave up. She let her body go limp and just let him insert himself inside of her.

She was done. She was gone.

She was alone.