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Tobys POV
I was awoken by a deep ache in my lower back. I opened my eyes to see an unfamiliar blurry world. As I blinked my eyes the world stabilized, and Spencer's living room came into focus. Spencer and I were sprawled out on her living room couch, our legs intertwined together. Her head was resting on my chest, the diagonal patches of late afternoon light from the blinds casting shadows on her face and neck. For a moment everything was peaceful, blissful even. But all too soon the memories of the early afternoon came flooding back. My muscles tensed up, and the arm snaked protectively around Spencer held her a little bit closer to my chest. I still couldn't believe it. Ian touched her. Ian touched Spencer. MY Spencer. My arm tightened again, and this time Spencer started to stir. She lifted her head from my chest and looked around sleepily. A look of recognition passed over her face. She turned towards me and her mouth formed a huge grin.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty." I said, laying a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Well Hi Prince Charming, what time is it?" Spencer nuzzled her head into my chest again.
I shifted my gaze to the clock centered over her stove.
"Its a quarter of seven." Her eyes met mine again, then grew wide.
"Toby, you need to go." The urgency in her voice was clear. She sat up and started to move off the couch.
"Uhhh okay..?" I stood up and followed her into the kitchen, where she was nervously pacing.
"Umm Spence..?" I said again.
"No I'm sorry Toby, you really need to go, Ian's going to here any minute! If he sees you he's going to- " She ran her fingers through her hair.
"Spence-" I interrupted. "I'm not leaving! I'm not letting him come near you ever again. And since you won't let me call the cops on his pervy ass, and I can't punch him, I am NOT leaving you."
Spencers POV
He reached out for me, trying to pull me into a hug.
"Toby! You don't understand!" I said, dodging his embrace. "You see these?" I showed him the bruises on my forearms. "He gave me these because he wanted to. What do you think he will do to me if he actually has a reason! Like if I told you what he did!" My eyes started welling up with tears again. "I'm scared Toby." We stood there, staring at eachother.
"Spencer! Let me protect you! Let me call the police on Ian. I can make him go away!" He was pleading with me.
"Do you really think calling the police will make it okay? Do you think it will make everything go away! Sure, lets call the police Toby, then what? What evidence do we have? Nothing! All we get out of it is telling everyone I was... I was.. I was hurt and no one will believe me." I can't believe he was still pushing the issue. I ran my fingers through my hair once more.
"Spencer. Why is it so hard to tell people what happened?" He gently grabbed my elbow. He looked in my eyes, and I realized his true intentions were to make me feel better. But it only happened a couple of days ago, how could he expect me to get over it like this?
"Toby... You just don't -" I was cut off by the resonating thud of the door slamming against the wall. We turned around to face the front door, only to see the smug faces of three cops and Ian barging through the door. I stood there, genuinely confused for a minute. I felt Toby wrap his arms around my waist protectively, as I tried to make sense of the situation.
"Toby did you-!" I started to say.
"No Spence I would never do that to you!" The cops approached us with determined looks on their faces. Ian leered at me from beside them.
"Toby Cavanaugh?" The taller cop with sandy blonde hair said. His name plate read Detective Wilden.
"Umm yes, thats me but why-" Toby started to respond. Before he could finish the two other cops walked over and started pulling the two of us apart. A younger cop named Garrett Reynolds wrenched me away from Toby, grabbing my waist and arms and pulling me back.
"TOBY!" I reached out for him trying to hold him again. The last cop pushed Toby against the kitchen counter, before slapping cuffs on his wrist.
"Spencer!" He yelled, trying to wrench his way out of the Detectives grasp. Amid all the chaos and screaming and fighting, Detective Wildens voice rang out loud and clear.
"Toby Cavanaugh, You are under arrest for the rape, attempted rape, and domestic abuse of Spencer Hastings. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law, you have a right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you.." I thrashed against Detective Reynolds, yelling at Wilden.
"You've got it all wrong! He didn't touch me! It was Ian! Please listen!" Garrett held me back, despite my fighting as they led Toby out the door and into the police cruiser parked outside my house. Wilden continued reading Toby his rights as I collapsed into tears. I saw Ian smiling from the corner of my eye.
"It was you! It was you Ian! I swear I'm gonna-" I yelled, thrashing some more against Garretts iron clad grip.
"Spencer calm down." Garrett said. "Its all over now, Its all over. Hey thanks for the tip Ian, without it we wouldn't of even known there was a rape in the first place. We'll need you both to come down to the station for a statement." He started leading me towards the car.
"Detective Reynolds please listen to me! It was Ian. Ian hurt me not Toby! He'd never hurt me, please you have the wrong guy!" I pleaded with him but nothing I said made a difference.
"Wow Spencer. I know you love him but this is low, even for you." Ian's voice rang out from behind us. "He hurt you Spencer, you have to face it! I know he pretended he was your boyfriend, he pretended he loved you but deep down you know exactly what happened- he hurt you. Time to tell the truth." This was the last thing I heard before I was taken into the other police cruiser and forced inside. I spent the first part of the ride yelling at Garrett to let Toby go, how it was Ian. It had no effect whatsoever on the situation. We spent the rest of the ride in stony silence.
OOO
Spencers POV (still)
I watched Toby from the other side of the glass window of his interrogation room. He sat cuffed to the table alone, while Ian was off giving some kind of fake statement of his own free will. It was so not fair. I was barely able to make out my own reflection in the window, my hair messy and mascara smudged. I tried giving a statement earlier, but after I was told for the third time to stop defending a rapist, I gave up. With tears in my eyes, I watched Wilden walk into the interrogation room and spread out multiple pictures on the table in front of Toby. From what was visible, I could make out candid shots of me and Toby in my living room. One of Toby grabbing me, one of him holding my bruised wrists and one of me pushing him away. Garrett was standing beside me, watching me carefully, as I scrutinized every detail. Wilden took out a sheet with printed text on it and put it next to the photos.
"You see these Toby?" Wildens voice crackled over the speaker. "This is all evidence that you raped your girlfriend. What was it Toby? Did she not want to give it up to you, so you thought it would be okay to take it?"
"NO! I never touched her! I love her!"
"You keep saying that Toby. But have you seen Spencer lately? That must be some pretty tough love." He slammed his hand down on the table to emphasize his point.
"Its not like that! I didn't do it!"
"Yah? Well we have an eye witness statement from Ian Thomas that says he saw you rape Spencer, and was too scared by the violence you showed towards her to intervene. The pictures plus the witness statements. Put two and two together Toby. It makes four every time. Now if you want to confess and get a reduced sentence we can arrange that."
"Its funny though, because you guys have a way of putting two and two together to make five. This is all circumstantial evidence. You never even asked if I had an alibi. You know what, I want a lawyer." Toby sat back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. Wilden slapped the desk one last time and stalked out of the room. I couldn't believe this was happening. The one guy that I truly loved, that I truly trusted was being arrested for something that the monster in law had done.
"Garrett, I need to borrow your phone." I said stonily.
"Why?"
"I'm getting Toby a lawyer." I held my hand out impatiently for the phone.
"Wait- let me get this straight. You're getting your rapist a lawyer?"
"Just give me the damn phone!" I said forcefully. He looked at me shocked and handed over his phone. I punched in my mom's number and listened as it rang. On the fourth ring she picked up the phone.
"Hello?" She said quizzically.
"Mom. I need you."
