A/N: Nothing groundbreaking in this chapter... just a followup to last chapter. A little fluffy:)

Continues immediately after previous chapter.

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Toby POV:
I had barely left the Hastings household, when I saw out of my rear-view mirror, Spencer sprint outside, screaming. She slipped in the soggy soil, and instantaneously got back up, somewhat covered in mud. Seeing this, I immediately made a U-Turn and sped her way. I pulled over to the curb, and she ran around to the passenger's side and jumped in.

"Drive." She said.

"Spencer, what's-".

"DRIVE!" She yelled.

I drove until I couldn't see her house anymore, and asked,

"Where do you want me to go to, Spence?"

"The little motel at the edge of town." She replied softly.

"Edgewood Motor Court?"

She simply nodded. I looked over at her face and noticed the now swelling bumps and bruises, and truly became worried.

When we arrived at the motel, I got her a room for the night. We walked inside, and she stood there with her arms crossed, and a sad expression.

"I want you to take a shower to clean that dried mud and crap off of you, I'm going to get us some food, and when I get back, you need to tell me everything that just happened, okay?" She managed a half-hearted smile and headed into the bathroom.

As soon as she got in the shower, I hurried out to my dad's car he lent me for the night and left to get a few things.

Spencer POV:
When I got into the shower, and heard Toby leave, I immediately felt vulnerable. Scared that Ian would find me and finish what he started, before Toby got back. I wanted scrub away everything: where Ian's hands were, the bruises, but it only took off the mud, and dried blood off the small cut I ended up with from when I fell down the stairs, which left the rest of my skin very pink and raw. After I was finished washing, I just sat down against one of the tub's sides and sobbed and cried. I didn't get up again until I heard his car parking outside, and quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around myself when I realized I didn't have any other clothes other than my soaked, dirty ones.
He walked into the small motel room, and I hid behind the door to the bathroom.

"Toby?"

"Yeah? I'm back."

"I don't have any other clothes. That's kind of a problem."

"It's okay; I'll just close my eyes."

"No, like at all. I have nothing to change in to. I got the other ones wet and dirty, remember?"

"I know." He said cunningly.
I grabbed a complimentary tooth-brush and threw it at him, hitting his arm.

"Kidding, Spencer. I realized that while I was out, so I got an extra shirt and sweatpants."

'He is so wonderful.'

He walked over, and stuck his arm out into the doorway with the clothes. The shirt was a light blue, almost gray long sleeve with a palm-sized anchor on the left breast area. I grabbed them, quickly changed and met him outside; he apparently already changed into his pajama pants, sitting on the bed eating. I sauntered over to where he was in the clothes that were obviously his; at least 2 times my normal size. Sitting across from him, I began eating too, not realizing how hungry I was. Throughout our meal he would keep looking up at me, and then shyly look away.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I joked.

"Hold on a second." He got up, walked right out the door and returned with a plastic bag of ice from the machine in the hallway. He came over next to me, pushed my hair to the opposite shoulder and delicately pushed my chin up, which both sent sparks down my back, and a rush to my face, hopefully not making me blush. He took the ice and placed it on a lump that was forming on my jaw line. The freezing ice made me tense up.

"Doesn't hurt, now does it?" Toby asked, mocking me. Tutting, I replied,

"No, just cold."

"Okay, hold it there, I think I have a band-aid in my wallet."

Out of his pocket, he dug around until he found one. I tried to grab it from his hand when he pulled it away from me, saying,

"It would be easier with two hands, trust me."

Chuckling, I said,

"Getting cocky, are we, Mr. Cavanaugh?"

He smiled at me then placed the band-aid on the cut on my forehead. He threw away our food trash, and then returned to his spot across from me.

"I think you promised to tell me something." He said, in all seriousness. My smile faded away, and I sighed and then paused.

"You had just dropped me off, and I had entered my house when Ian grabbed my wrist."

"Wait, Coach-Thomas-from-school, Ian?"

"Yeah he's my older sister's husband, and after he grabbed me, he pushed me up against the door. I was frightened, so I struggled, kicked him, and ran up the stairs. By the time I made it barely a quarter of the way when he grabbed my leg, and I fell down."

Each detail, his face grew more worried, full of care, and even a hint of hatred towards Ian.

"After I fell, he got on top of me, and-"

The first tear fell on my lap, but I made a promise to Toby, and forced myself to keep going,

"He hit me. It hurt, but then I realized what he - he was going to do. I made it clear to myself that I wasn't going to end up like that. So I kicked him, again, harder, pushed him off me, got up and ran outside."

By now, the tears were at a steady stream, running down my face and neck, and they surely did not go unnoticed. He pulled me into his lap, my head on his chest with my arms around his torso, and his around my whole figure. In my years of trying to keep myself from showing any emotion, I let it all out.

"He tried- he tried to force himself on me." I choked out through sobs.

"I know, Spence, I know. It's safe now. You are going to be fine. He can't or won't do anything while I'm here." He whispered. We didn't talk for the rest of the night, and he kept me in his lap, rocking me in his embrace until we both fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke with my head on his chest with my arm draped carelessly across his stomach. I widened my eyes at the position we were in, and carefully lifted myself off him. He stretched and yawned, waking up.

"What time is it?" He asked, his voice still drowsy. I looked at the old alarm clock next to the bed, which read, 8:39.

"Crap! Toby! I need to be sitting down in first period in 20 minutes!"

I quickly packed up our small amount of belongings, while he checked us out. He drove me home to change, waiting in the foyer, worried about leaving me in the house by myself. We arrived at school with a bit less than two minutes to spare, Toby driving a little fast for my comfort. He as always got out to open my door and walked me up to the building. Before I went inside, I enveloped him in a big bear hug as a sign of thanks for everything. I rushed inside and hurried to my class, the bell ringing, as I sat down at my desk. What? I'm a Hastings, and Hastings are NEVER late.

About 15 minutes in to the lesson, I feel something softly hit my shoulder. I turn around to have another hit my cheek. I picked up the two balled up pieces of paper and rolled my eyes at Hanna, the assailant. She mouthed to me,

"Open them."

I sighed and opened the first one that said;

'No makeup?
Your clothes?
-Han'

She wrote, addressing my sloppily put together outfit, in which I was still wearing Toby's shirt and a bit oversized navy cardigan-sweater, along with a bare face. I turned around and scowled at her, and she motioned me to open the other one that read;

'No one was at your house last night or this morning. What's going on? Where were you?
-Han'

I wrote on the back;

'I'll tell you at lunch, long story.' -S

I balled up the already crumpled sheets of paper, and threw it back at her.

Throughout all my other class periods before lunch, Aria and Emily did the same; pester me about what happened yesterday and this morning. I stayed behind a little in the class before our break for lunch, knowing I was going to be ambushed with questions from the three girls. I gathered my supplies off the desk and walked into the cafeteria. They immediately noticed me with eager and anxious looks on their faces. Making my way to our table, I made short eye contact with Ian, who was standing on the wall, 'supervising' the cafeteria, a cross between a look of disgust and a faint smirk on his face. I looked at Aria and asked,

"Would Ezra mind if we use his classroom? Don't look now, but Ian is watching, and he can't be here when I tell you what happened."

"Uh, sure Spence." She said, hesitantly.

She got up and led the four of us out to Ezra's room, me glancing back at Ian, who had a pang of worry and a little confusion behind an almost deceiving façade. We were lucky because Ezra was out to lunch, giving us the privacy of his classroom that I needed. I closed the door behind me, which also locked it, and for good measure I shut the blinds, earning a few questionable looks from the girls.

"Spence? You're scaring me, what's going on?" Emily asked worriedly.
I sucked in my breath and pursed my lips.

"Okay, so you know how it was raining really hard yesterday, well someone gave me a ride home, and when he dropped me off-"

"Someone? He? Who is this?" Hanna questioned with traces of a smile growing on her face. I hesitated and answered,

"Toby…" while blushing. I looked over to Aria to see her raise her eyebrows.

"Okay, back to what you were telling us what happened. Why are we alone in Fitz's room? What's up with Ian? Why-"

"Alright, Em! So, after I got home, Ian was there, and he, he grabbed me," I started.

"Wait, what about your parents? Do they know about this?" Aria asked.

"No, they weren't home, they were in Philly with Melissa. He said that he overheard what we were talking about yesterday at lunch. Anyway, I got away, but he had pulled me down the stairs before I got to my room," I told them making all them wince. Aria reached out and touched the cut on my forehead and lump on my jaw,

"I didn't notice these, and is that what they're from?"

"That's how I got the cut, but afterwards, after I fell, he got on top of me and-"

I stopped because I started choking up. Normally I would never get this close to crying, even by myself, but now, this event had become a very touchy subject for me. They started to try and group-hug me, but I stopped them, knowing it would just make me actually start bawling, and I can't be seen like that, especially in school. So instead, I blinked the tears furiously away, sucked it up, and continued,

"And after, he hit the side of my face," I said sadly, pointing to the bruise.

"Did he… you know? Do it?" Hanna asked caringly and quietly, furrowing her eyebrows. I just shook my head, and sat down in of the many empty desks, fumbling with the buttons on my cardigan, staring at my shoes.

"So you got away?" Emily asked.

"Yeah."

"Where'd you go, you weren't there all night, we called your house a bunch of times." Aria informed me.

"By the time everything had happened, Toby just got into his car when I ran out of the door, and he took me to a motel room for the night."

"You should have called us Spence, instead of being all by yourself. We were worried about you. But at least you're alright." Hanna told me, and hugging me, while I was still sitting.

I got up, and backed to the wall, leaning on the counter behind me.

"Well, I wasn't alone for the night…" I said hesitantly, trailing off.
Emily raised her eyebrows and asked, kind of oblivious,

"You called Melissa, got her to stay with you?"

"Yeah Em, 'Hey Mel! Care to stay with me in a dumpy old motel room? Your husband was just trying to rape me!'" Hanna said sarcastically and with a pseudo excited voice. Aria elbowed her and gave her a serious look, motioning to me.

"Sorry, too soon?" Hanna asked scrunching up her face. Softly laughing, I added,

"No, its fine."

"You still didn't tell us who stayed with you!" Em, still in the dark.

"Well, after he brought food and extra clothes for me, we kind of just fell asleep."

"He, Toby?" Aria asked.

"Yes?" I said, acting as if a bomb was about to explode. But, all was silent, Emily raised her eyebrows again, Hanna turned slightly and crossed her arms over her chest, and Aria slowly took a silent deep breath and flattened out her dress.

"You guys! You know I went through a lot that afternoon! I needed someone, and Toby was there!"

"We get it; it's just that you should've let us know! We are your friends, we are here for you! We could've been the ones there! We three were worried sick!" Aria said somewhat comforting, but with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"I understand, and I am really glad that I have great friends like you, who are always alongside me, but let's face it, the four of us couldn't fit in the small bed." I said jokingly and smiling, then realizing what I said, and my grin fading.

"You mean-" Emily started, then cut off by Hanna,

"You slept... together!?"

I dropped my head into one of my hands, massaging my temples before a migraine catches on.

"No, Hanna. There was one bed, we slept 'next' to each other, nothing happened! At least not what you were thinking about!" I said, my voice rising the more I spoke in exasperation. She raised her hands and eyebrows in surrender.

"Well I think it was very nice of him to be there for you during a hard time." Emily told me.

"Thank you!" I sighed in desperation.

"Aria?" I asked, noticing that she had been the only one not to give her opinions and views.

"As much as I don't really care for you and Toby sleeping in the same bed, or you not telling us important things like what happened yesterday, I love seeing you alive and healthy." I grinned and hugged her whispering 'sorry' in her ear. I noticed the clock above Ezra's desk, and quickly released, seeing we had about 5 minutes until our lunch period was over.

The rest of the school day continued as usual, at least before I got back home. I walked in, and was approaching the stairs, when my mother stopped me in my tracks by saying,

"Spencer, where were you last night? Our home phone has at least 3 missed calls and 2 voicemails, all from Aria. I told you to stay here while your father and I were in Philly with Melissa." Scowling, her voice dripping with concern.

'Damn it Aria! Best time to be a caring friend.' I said in my mind, extremely cynically. I quickly thought of something, saying,

"Oh, um I went to the library then to the Grille for dinner, must've left my cell phone here, and forgot to check the answering machine. Sorry for leaving home." I added a light, nervous laugh.

She just squinted her eyes at me and 'mhm-hmed', clearly still suspicious. She released me from her invisible grip and wrath, and I quickly ran up the stairs into my room, letting out a relieved sigh.