Here's you're next chapter! It's pretty little slow but it has a cliff hanger! Please review if you want more because I have no motivation otherwise! Let me know what you think is going to happen? How will Melissa react? Will Spencer and Toby break up? Will Spencer tell Jason? Please review with any criticism or feedback you have! (oh and Moonlight should be updated by Friday for people asking) - A (no its still just me) :)

Bonds Of Blood

OR

The Way The Tables Turn

Spencer stared at the little pink positive sign for what felt like hours and hours from her position on the bathroom floor. It was past midnight when her mother knocked on the door sharply with her knuckles.

'Spencer? Are you still awake? What are you doing in there?' She called.

Spencer scrambled to her feet, wiping the tears from under her face and shoving the test up her shirt.

'Nothing, I have a stomach bug, that's all!' She called back, unlocking the door and smiling at her mother.

'Have you been crying?' Her mother asked, narrowing her eyes.

'No! I was just … yawning. I'm tired, I'm going to bed. See you in the morning.'

'Wait, Spencer! Don't you want to stay up and see Melissa? She should be back in about half an hour.' Veronica asked hopefully.

'Umm… mom I'm really tired. I'll see her in the morning.' Spencer replied, faking a yawn.

Her mother nodded, seeming downcast. She kissed Spencer on the forehead before starting to go back downstairs.

'Mom?'

'Yes, Spencer?'

'I love you.'

Veronica stopped midway down the stairs and turned to smile at her daughter.

'I love you too, Spencer. And I know you think I don't sometimes, but I do.'

Spencer nodded, eyes filling up with tears again. She turned around quickly to avoid awkward questions and darted into her room. She didn't know what to do with herself. She walked it circles round and round her room for the next half an hour, thinking.

How could this have happened? How could she have been so stupid? She was 17. She had enough on her plate without there being another problem. Spencer slapped her forehead angrily. How could she be referring to a living, breathing human being as 'another problem'? This 'problem' was growing inside of her, just like the anxiety attack she could feel creeping up. She took a deep breath, not feeling at all better. She needed to tell someone. Toby, her mother, Emily, Aria, Hanna. Anyone. But she couldn't bring herself to call downstairs or pick up the phone. It was too late now anyway. Everyone was sleeping. Expect her mother of course, who was awaiting Melissa's return.

What was everyone going to say? Her parents would disown her. Her friends would leave her, people would talk at school. Melissa would act all high-and-mighty, Toby would run at the first sign of danger, and she would become an alcoholic druggie, a single mom living in a cardboard box in an alley somewhere at the age of 17.

Spencer let out a frustrated sob and kicked the leg of her desk in anger. Why did this happen to her? She was so scared she couldn't breathe. She curled up on the floor, stuffing a pillow to her head to stifle the noise.

Closing her eyes and counting to ten, just as they had told her at Radley, her breaths became steadier and the pain in her head lessened. From somewhere in her head, she heard a voice she recognised, growing louder and louder until she realised it was her own.

It was one of her favourite memories, but she had buried it down in her mind and hadn't thought of it for years until now.

She had been five years old and Melissa had been twelve. They had been sitting outside in the garden with their mother on a summer's day, and Spencer had been playing with little dolls and a dollhouse. She had been naming her dolls aloud when Melissa had made a noise of disgust from her sunbed.

'George and Sarah and baby Anne! What kinds of names are they?' she scoffed, clambering off of her chair and throwing herself down on the grass beside her. 'I'll name them for you!'

Spencer frowned, standing on her feet she could be taller than her sister. 'No! This is my game and these are my dolls!'

'You have to call them cool names like Brittany or Chelsea!' Melissa argued, snatching the dolls up.

'They are rubbish names! My names are way better than them!' Spencer cried, trying to grab them back.

'Brittany doesn't even look after her baby! She wants to go out partying!' Melissa cackled, throwing the baby doll over her shoulder carelessly.

'Melissa! Don't you tease your sister in such a way! Leave her play with her dolls in peace!' their mother cried, from her spot in the sun.

Spencer made a face at Melissa and ran too her mother, clambering onto her lap.

'Sorry, mom.' Melissa mumbled, leaving the dolls too and joining them.

'A mother must always look after her children.' Veronica told the wide-eyed girls. 'It's her responsibility. Once you have a child, you don't come first anymore. You put your baby first because it's yours and you protect it with your life. I do for you, and when you have children you must do the same.'

Spencer removed her head from the pillow just in time to hear the front door slam. Melissa was home. Spencer dried her eyes and changed into the comfiest pyjamas she had.

She peered in the mirror, worried her mother would ask her about her weight or something. There didn't seem to be a big difference, so she went into the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth.

'I hope you're comfortable now.' She muttered to her stomach. There wasn't a reply. She hadn't expected one.

Spencer crept down the stairs, watching Melissa and her mother embrace. Melissa was crying, and Spencer felt tears burning her eyes again as she rushed to her sister and threw her arms round her as well.

'I've missed you, Melissa.' She whispered into her sister's hair.

'I've missed you too, Spence.' Melissa choked out.

That following morning, Spencer woke up early, and the memories of the past day flooding back, resulting in her racing to the bathroom quickly to throw up.

'Spencer, is that you?' Her mother was coming up the stairs.

'Yeah, I've still got that bug mom.' Spencer lied, wiping her mouth.

'Maybe we should take you to the doctors, get you checked up?'

'No!' Spencer cried, 'I mean, I'm feeling better already!'

Veronica narrowed her eyes, and Spencer changed the subject quickly.

'Mom did you stay up all night?'

Her mother's eyes were dark under the rim and she seemed tired and broken. Come to think of it, Spencer hadn't seen her mother asleep in a long while.

'Of course not! I just got up early to make Melissa breakfast. Do you want anything?'

'No I'm fine. Where's dad?' Spencer asked. She hadn't seen her dad in a while either.

'He's, er, in Boston.' Her mother replied.

Spencer nodded, not noticing her mother's hesitation. She dodged past her mother on the stair and curled up on the sofa in her living room. The quiet was nice for one, and Spencer felt herself dozing off from lack of sleep. She dreamt she was babysitting a little girl that looked like Alison, and she'd taken her to the park. Only Toby had called her and when she returned from the call Alison had vanished. She'd looked everywhere, under the benches, behind bushes, but Allison was nowhere to be found. Then she was at a funeral, and Jason was there. She could feel the hate radiating of him, directing at her. But why was he angry with her? Mrs DiLaurentis was there too, holding her hammer, crying. Her mother and Melissa were there, and Toby, Aria, Emily and Hanna. And they were all mad at her. Why? What had she done? She glanced at the headstone. Allison DiLaurentis. A photo of the little girl she'd been babysitting lay next to it and Spencer's blood ran cold. She'd killed the little girl.

Spencer awoke in a panic to the sound of her mother's voice for upstairs.

'Spencer? What was that noise?'

She blinked groggily and peered around. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Toby standing in the kitchen over a smashed tea cup.

'Umm…nothing I dropped something!' Spencer called back, leaping up from her sofa and hitting Toby across the back of his head.

'What the hell are you doing? You scared the crap out of me!' she hissed.

'Sorry. I was going to surprise you!' Toby apologized, helping her clean up the shards of glass. Spencer glared at him.

'By what, watching me in my sleep? This isn't Twilight, Toby, if you do that again I'll punch you!' Spencer snapped, chucking the pieces in the bin.

'I said I was sorry! I haven't seen you in days, I missed you and I didn't want to wake you up.' Toby told her. She felt bad.

'I didn't mean to snap. It's just been a rough few days.' She sigh. Toby pulled her into a hug.

'Did A do something?' he asked worriedly.

Spencer closed her eyes tightly, willing the ground to swallow her up. She took Toby's hand and led him to the sofa, sitting him opposite from her.

'No. I did something.' She said, blinking back tears again.

'Spence, are you ok? Whatever you did, we'll get through it. It's not going to last forever.' Toby reassured her, only making her feel ten times worse, looking at his earnest face.

'Toby I need to tell you something.' Spencer began, but before she could say another word, Melissa came rushing down the stairs in her pyjamas.

'For god's sake Spence, turn off your phone! It's driving me crazy!' she cried, tossing Spencer's phone next to her and storming back up the stairs.

'Who's texted you?' Toby asked, looking pointedly at her phone.

'It's probably just Aria or Hanna.' Spencer lied, peering down at the screen. It was a blocked number. Spencer angled her phone from Toby's view and opened it up nervously.

Unknown Number: SINGLE MOM! He says he's working away, but maybe he's playing away! – A. Attachment Image.

Spencer open up the image, a sick feeling rising in her stomach. It was of Toby, outside some coffee shop she didn't recognise, with a blonde. He was laughing and touching her arm.

'Spence? Who was it?' Toby asked.

'What?' Spencer blinked at him, forgetting her previous conversation with him.

'Who texted you?' Toby asked her concernedly.

'Oh, it was Aria. Just girl stuff, you know. Well, I think I'm gonna go take a nap! You should probably get back to work or something.' Spencer said hurriedly, standing up.

'Spence it's 7:30 in the morning. You just got up and I've just got back from work.' Toby frowned.

'Oh well, I stayed up last night, I'm really tired.' Spencer told him, striding to the back door and opening it for him.

'Oh. I see. Weren't you going to tell me something important?' Toby reminded her as he walked out of the door.

'Nope, nothing to important, it can wait!' Spencer called, slamming the door shut quickly.

She sank down on the other side of it, clutching at her hair and trying to hold in her sobs.

It was fine. There would be some innocent explanation for it all. He'd been helping her carry a box or something. He knew her as a family member. This was A after all. Spencer couldn't trust this photo at all. So why had she basically thrown Toby out? Did she trust him? Of course she did, she loved him. Why had she reacted that way? Hormones? Spencer's head hurt thinking about it all. She took a few deep breaths to clear her head and stood up, flushing at how badly she'd handled the situation and headed upstairs to lie in and get some rest.

She stared around her room restlessly, too hyped to sleep and too tired to dress. She sat at her desk, doodling on a pad absentmindedly, until she gazed out of the window and saw the shed in the DiLaurentis garden. She remembered Jason's note. Spencer needed someone to talk to, and it wasn't going to be her mother or her sister. Her father was away and she didn't talk to him when he was there anyway. When she was little she'd longed for a big brother to hold her up on his shoulders so she could see or go on rides with her at the fun fair. Now she had one. She knew she could trust Jason.

She grabbed tights and a skirt from her draw, shoving on boots and forgetting to change her pyjama top in the hurry. She snatched her bag from her bed and shoved in her phone, keys, the pregnancy test and Jason's note into it, rushing onto the landing and bumping into Melissa.

'Spencer, where are you going?' she asked suspiciously.

'Out to Emily's, why?' Spencer told her.

'Have you… have you seen dad at all lately?' Melissa faced changed to an expression of worry and Spencer realised she wasn't the only one who was worried about where he father was. But that was another problem for another day.

'Look, Melissa I'm in a rush, I'll talk to you later!' Spencer tried to push past Melissa but her older sister grabbed her arm.

'Spence, you're still wearing your pyjama top! Why are you going to Emily's at this time in the morning? Are you going to see Toby?' Melissa questioned, snatching Spencer's bag and accidently tipping everything onto the floor.

'Melissa!' Spencer shrieked in panic as her sister gazed at the contents in horror.

Melissa looked back and forth from the test to Spencer, who had covered her face and started to sob.

'Oh my god, Spencer. Tell me this is a sick joke.'

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