We hugged for what seemed like an eternity, it made me feel warm and safe. Things that I have not been feeling for a while.

Ever since Ian, Melissa's boyfriend came to live with us, it's made me feel unsafe.

It all started a couple of years ago before Ali went missing, Melissa and Ian were going out at the time. My mum and my sister had gone out for a day shopping, leaving me and Ian all by ourselves.

*Flashback*

"Ugh," I grunted as I hit the ball so hard, it flew straight up in the air and landed in the corner of the net.

I've been practising all day, waiting for the moment to arrive when I hit it in the corner of the net. The hockey tryouts for this year is next week and I have to be my best, otherwise I'm not going to get onto the team.

As, I was positioning myself for the next hit I heard the back door slide open, I knew who it was straight away, there was only me and Ian in the house.

Straightening up I turned towards him, a big grin plastered on my face.

"Hey what are you doing out here?" Ian asked me, I rolled my eyes. Isn't it obvious?

"Just practising for the hockey tryouts next week, I need to be the best I can be." Turning back around I positioned myself to hit the ball, I was about to hit it when Ian walked over to me.

"Here let me show you how to hit the ball accurately," Ian's one of the sportiest people I know, he can probably play any sport and he would be amazing at it.

Getting ever closer to me he wrapped one arm around my waist and placed one hand over mine on the hockey stick. I didn't realise he was that close, until I could feel his breath tickling my next. I gasped, not having a clue what he was trying to do.

Our arms moved in sync, as he hit the ball. It flew and landed straight into the top corner of the net. I watched it as it landed slowly to the ground, and praised myself, even though I had, had help it was still the best I had done yet.

I stopped all my train of thoughts when suddenly I felt something press against my neck. Ian was still in the same position , not having moved an inch. It wasn't for a few seconds until I realised it was Ian's lips pressing against my neck. My heart raced and my breath came out in gasps .What is he doing?

But then a strange urge came over me but I soon stopped myself. I can't kiss him, he's my sisters boyfriend. But images kept running through my mind of when my sister has ever betrayed me or been mean to me, and I didn't care anymore.

I slowly swivelled my hips and turned around to face him. Our foreheads were touching and our lips were just mere millimetres apart.

And slowly we moved closer, and soon enough our lips had met and we were kissing each other, everything went through my mind at once, but I just blanked it out, not in the mood to think about bad things right now. We made out for a few minutes, until Ian realised he had to go to the sports center to collect somehting. We broke apart, just staring at each other.

" Look I've got to go, I'll see you on the field on Tuesday." Winking at me, he turned around and walked away. Ian works part time at Rosewood high school as a pe coach.

As, he left, my whole world came crashing down.
"Ok gross!" The voice startled me and I turned around to find Allison standing there, with a disgusted look on her face. Oh no what am I going to do now.
"What did you see?" I asked her. But she didn't have to answer, I already knew she saw everything.

And a girl + a big mouth isn't good. Right?

*End of Flashback*

Everytime I think of that moment I get shivers running down my spine. I know however hard I try to keep that image out of my head, it still wound't go. Those three minutes will stay with me for the rest of my life.

After a while me and Toby pulled apart, the tears were now starting to stop, but I couldn't help but notice the wet mark that was on his t-shirt. I sniffled and tried to put a smile on my face, it felt forced and fake, but I knew I had to lighten the mood somehow.
"I'm sorry about your shirt."
"It's fine don't worry about it, now are you going to tell me what it going on?" He looked concerened. But I knew that I wasn't in the right state of mind to tell him and this precise moment.
"Look can we just go somewhere, I need to get away from my parents for a while, the longer I'm gone the more the'll think about it. Toby gave me a what-an-earth-are-you-talking-about look but I just shook my head and by that he knew that I didn't want to talk about it.
"How about we go to this motel, nobody hardly ever stays there it'll give us sometime to get away from everything." He wiped the stranded tears off my face and I nodded my head. It sounded like a good idea to get away from everything and not think about whats happened in the past couple of hours.

"How are we gonna get there, my mum and dad will get suspicious if they realise my truck is gone?" He had am amused look on his face, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. "There is no way I am riding on your motorbike."
"Is Spencer Hastings scared." I was petrified, but me being my stubborn self I totally denied it.
"No I'm not scared, it's just that I'll get cold, it's winter of you haven't realised already." Toby knew that I was lying. He looked down and then I suddenly noticed that I had about 5 layers of clothes on.
"Spencer I know your lying, you've got 5 layers of clothes on, your not going to be cold. You haven't ridden on a bike before have you?" I knew that I had lost this conversation so I shook my head, my cheeks turnung a bright shade of red.
He let out a chuckle. "Look if you hold on to me you won't fall off and I promise to not drive to fast." I could tell that he was telling the truth, so I gave in.
"Fine lets go."

I followed him to where his moterbike was stood. He helped me get on and told me not to worry, but I was born to worry, so there is no point in really saying that to me.
After I had settled myself at on the back of the moterbike Toby climbed on. Instantly I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling his body tense at my touch. I could feel his well defined abs, which brought to me a strange feeling that I had never felt before.

We drove all the way to the other side of town. The freezing cold wind was blowing against my face making it feel num and sore. I knew that this was the best place to go. My parents would never think that I would go to the other side of town, this is where there are more run down houses and a higher amount of crime. But I knewI was safe with Toby.

When we finally reached the motel I could see why not many people stay here. The paint on the walls was flaking away and everything looked like it got stuck in the 70's and hasn't changed since.

I struggled to get off the motorbike, Toby being not much help as he was laughing at me. When I had finally got off we wandered over to one of the far rooms. It was hidden, trees surrounding it. It didn't look as run down as the rest of the motel.

"I normally come here, when things get bad at home or I just need some time to think, it's away from everything and everybody." He grabbed a key from his trouser pocket and opened the door.

Inside it didn't look very moddern, the wallpaper was a disgusting colour and so was the carpet. But I didn't mind. It's somewhere to sleep.

I sat down on the bed and glanced around the room, I felt the bed dip next to me as Toby sat down.
"Look there isn't much to do here, but we could play a game of scrabble." I liked that idea, I'm normally very competitive.
"I am so going to beat your ass." I said to him but he just looked at me.
"Oh it's so on."

And thats what we played all afternoon and evening until Toby won. Unfortunately.