POV: Jenna

Everything was dark. But that's what my life is like now. Everything is dark – not just my sight but also everything that happens in my life.

I felt the car slid to a stop and knew I was back. Back to where my life both started and ended. I was home. The car door opened and my father took my hand in his, guiding me to the house. He pushed open the door for me, and led me inside.

"This is the hallway and the living room is to the left–" he began.

"It's okay. I remember," I cut him off, excusing him from his tour with a pat on his hand. The door creaked back open as my father went to get my bags. I reached my hand out for the wall and followed it forward to the stairs. Thirteen steps up and I reached the second floor hallway. My hand traced a line across the wall once again.

I stopped at the first door on the right, Toby's room. Was he home yet? I heard a gasped from inside, answering my question.

"Toby," I agonized him.

"Jenna. You're back from the school?" Toby asked. Although he tried to hide it, I could hear the panic in his voice.

"Yes. And don't worry. I'm not an idiot. Your secret hasn't slipped from my lips," I comforted him.

"Maybe not from yours, but it has from mine. My therapist would like to talk to you," he confessed.

I nodded, and continued on my way to the next room, my room. I felt my way towards my bed which hadn't been slept on in years and sat down on the edge.

Instantly my phone beeped and read out, "text message from unknown number."

"Read text," I commanded my phone. Just as the automated voice started reading, I heard footsteps stop outside my door. The footsteps were too heavy to be my mother's and too light to be my fathers. Toby must be standing outside my room.

"Home, sweet, home. But I guess it's not so sweet for you. Not with Toby there or at least that's what your parents would guess seeing that they don't know the whole story. He never forced you to do anything, did he?" At the words my mind flashed back to the day Toby and I got separated.

*Flashback*

Toby grabbed my hand, and pulled me across the lawn. Like many times before, we climbed the ladder into our tree house. I watched as Toby spun on his heel to face me, and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into him. He kissed me hard on the lips, and I found my hands sliding around his neck. Our bodies melted together as we breathed each other in, our tongues touching.

Wordlessly, we broke apart. I raised my arms above my head as Toby tugged my shirt off. After a few seconds of fumbling with his belt, I finally got it undone and slid my hands down the front of his pants. Toby unclasped my bra and slipped it off my shoulders. As he did so, we heard a gasp from behind and Toby's eyes left mine, looking over my shoulder.

There was a bright flash of light, then all went dark … forever.

*End Flashback*

"No, you did it willingly," the voice continued. "What would you're parents say? Of course, you're secrets don't concern me. The bitches' that ruined you life I do care about. How would you and you're step-brother like revenge? Here is you're golden opportunity. Do as I say and I guaranty that they will never hurt you or you're brother again. ~A"

"So I'm guessing your therapist has let a few of your secrets slip," I sighed.

"No, Jenna. It … I …he couldn't have," Toby stuttered, coming to sit beside me. "I never told all that. I said it was all me, you had no part."

"It doesn't matter," I whispered. "In fact, I'm sort of glad you did. I've always wanted revenge."

"So, we're in?" Toby asked.

"Totally!" The bed groaned as Toby's weight was lifted off it.

I felt his wet lips press against my forehead. A second later they brushed against my lips in a soft kiss. He pulled back and I could feel his gaze on my face. Slowly, I reached out my hand searching for his face. Toby took my hand in his and placed it on his cheek. A smile spread across my face.

"I've missed you," he whispered. My hand slid from his face as he turned to leave.

"Toby!" I called out. His footsteps halted and I knew he was listening intently. "I'm sorry, we can't do this. Not anymore. I still love you, but we need to accept the fact that you are my brother."

"Whether it's meant to be or not, we have to stop. I get it. In fact I was going to say the exact same thing," Toby added.

I waited till his footsteps melted away before picking up my phone and commanding it, "call unknown number." The phone rang three times before it stopped and I knew that A was listening.

"I hear the bitches are back. Hanna, Aria, Emily and Spencer are all back together again. What about Ali?" I asked, my voice commanding.

"How would you like to visit Ali's funeral tomorrow? Give the girls a little scare?" a voice replied on the other end.

"I'm in," I grinned.