Thank you so much for reviews last chapter! I'm glad to know that you're enjoying this story and so sorry for almost killing Toby and giving you a heart attack. Well, I'm not, actually. It was planned. This chapter does not have much, but it's Spencer's turn, so I think you'll like it. And for those who want some spoby romance, wait for it.

Spencer's POV

Wait. It's a word people use all the time to describe every type of situation. It can be used when you're expecting to receive a test or when you're waiting for your date to pick you up for prom. There are various types of waits, but the one I've been dealing with for the past three months it's the worst. I've waited for the moment my parents, my friends or the police would find me. I've waited and waited, but no one came. Before I even blinked, three months had already passed and I'm still here in this hell hole.

My life has been literally hell ever since Wren or whoever brought me here kidnapped me. I haven't heard a word about my friends and I don't even know if they're alive, let alone okay. If they are, I know that they are worrying about me and I hate to think of all the misery I'm putting them through from being here. There's nothing I can do, though. I lost the capacity to control my own life three months ago.

Wren has always been a jerk and I've always hated his pathetic tries to make me go back to him, but this time, I have to say that he succeeded. He managed to bring me somewhere where no one knows and no one could possibly rescue me, in his words. He has finally won me, as disgusting as it is, but he has not changed a bit. Every day I just keep waiting for him to get back from wherever he goes, so this torture can be finally be over. I've gotten used to the injuries and the pain that keeps me awake at night.

I thought that once I told him that I was pregnant, he would calm down and treat me a little better, but it actually became even worse. He has raped me many more times ever since I told him, a month ago when I started showing. The fact that I told him he is the father didn't make him consider anything, he still treats me like crap and he says that once the baby's born, if it's a girl, she will have the same fun with him that I have. The thought of that monster touching my daughter and hurting her like this makes me sick, but there's nothing I can do. I'm stuck in this place with nowhere to run and no one to talk to.

I worry about my friends and my family, but I worry about my baby the most. I know that it will have a horrible life and it's all my fault and guilt has never been a good feeling for me. I've always hated doing bad things to other people and this is the worst thing I could possibly do. This baby is completely innocent, so why should I give it the worst gift ever? Why should I let it live when all that it is going to get is suffering?

I'm ashamed to say that abortion is something I have yes considered. Once I found out I was pregnant, longer before I was kidnapped, I considered getting and abortion because I didn't think I could handle having a child. Right now, it's the complete opposite. I'm actually wanting to have someone I love with me and I think that this child can make staying here less sufferable. As I think of the past, I wonder how I could consider killing something so pure and innocent, something that is part of me and Toby, that was created from our love.

Just thinking of him brings me tears to my eyes. Oh, God, how much I miss him! It's been so long since the last time I saw him and I can't stop myself from hoping that it will happen again. I miss him more than words can express and the thought of what he's going through breaks my heart. I know he's probably as miserable as I am or even worse. Toby is the romantic type and he has told me that he can't live without me more times than I can count. I never thought it was true, but right now I'm starting to think it is. What if he does something incredibly stupid like killing himself because he can't live without me? I would never forgive myself!

The door to my cell opens and I flinch in fear as wren enters it. He seems to be in a good mood today, but I will still be careful. Even when he's happy, he still hurts me with no reason and I really wanted to sleep tonight. I know I won't, though. Nightmares have become a routine to me and there's nothing I can do to stop them from happening.

" Good morning." Wren says in a fake sweet voice and I get goose bumps. He only uses that tone when he wants to force me to do something I don't want to.

" Good morning." My voice shakes as I say it and a sick smile appears on his face. He loves making me nervous because he thinks that my nervousness is excitement. He really is crazy if he thinks that I like what he does to me.

" We0ll, I know we've talked about this, but right now it's time for your third month appointment. I still can't believe that you hid this from m for so long." He is lying, we've never talked about this. Ever since I told him I was pregnant, he has not yet taken me to the hospital to an appointment. Flashbacks from that night fills my mind and I shake.

It was getting late and I was still lying in my "bed". I had decided that I was going to tell Wren about my pregnancy today and I feared it more than I could say. It's not every day that you tell your kidnapper that you are pregnant and I wondered what would be his reaction. Would he kill me? Or would he treat me better if he knew that we were having a child? In the end, none of these options happened.

I heard the door to the basement opening and the lights were turned on. I took deep breaths to prepare myself for what was going to happen. Wren entered the room and he opened the cell door. He started walking towards me and, for the first time in forever, I didn't feel scared. I think that I was just getting used with him using me. I had already learnt that if I did whatever he wanted me to, he'd let me live. Who would wonder that there was someone who could take the control out of my hands?

" Hello, beautiful." He said in that same sweet voice.

"Hi." I said nervously and he took that as a good signal.

" It's good that you're awake because I had a long day at work and I think that we could have some fun before dinner." He smiled sickly and before I could say anything, he was already dragging me to the bedroom. He always locked the door and windows in case I decided to be a rebel and try to escape. Well, I did try to escape once and it didn't end up well. Wren found me less than ten minutes later and he punished me so severely that I never tried again.

Hours later, when he was satisfied, he started getting ready for dinner while I just lay in bed, trying to forget about all the pain that I was feeling so I could tell him.

" So, I think I need to tell you something." I said shyly and quietly. He immediately turned around and glanced at me angrily. He seemed to be pondering whether it would be worth hearing me or not. I had never asked him to say something and I'm sure he would never let me if I ever asked. Today was an exception.

"What did you want to tell me, love?" I still got sick when he called me love. He thought that just because I was here with him and not Toby, I loved him. But he was so wrong. My heart belonged and always will belong to Toby.

" I'm pregnant." I said as I finally managed to sit. I had planned a whole speech of trying to reach the point slowly, but in the end I decided to get right to it. I didn't want to stay in this room more than the necessary.

" You're what" Was his only response and his face went pale.

" I'm pregnant." I repeated slowly. I watched his movements as if I was his prey and looked for the best escape. I found none. " As in we're having a baby." I tried a different appeal and it worked. His shocked expression turned into a smile.

"Well, this wasn't in my plans, but it won't change anything. We can still have our fun and that's all that matters. Now go to sleep, you must be tired." I sigh in relief that he didn't hit me or worse.

In that moment, I decided that I could do this, I can have this child and maybe when I have her, I'll be back in Rosewood. But it didn't go according to my plans. Four months into the pregnancy and I'm still here, still trapped and unhappy. Wren's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

" Are you going to stay still there or do you want to get going?" He asked me and I eyed him in confusion.

" What?" I asked somewhat rudely.

"I already told you, you need to have a doctor`s appointment."He says it so simply like it's the most normal thing and my heart is filled with hope. If he's going to take me to a hospital, there's a chance that I'll be able to escape and go back to Rosewood. I follow him through the house but to my surprise, he does not go in the direction of the door, he instead enters the guest room. I eye him in confusion.

"What are you doing?"I ask him and this time he's the one to be confused.

"What?"He asks me and stops in front of the door. I look towards the front door and backwards at him.

"Aren't we going to the hospital, for my doctor's appointment?"He starts laughing once again and I get goose bumps. Why is he laughing about something so serious?

"Did you really think that I would take you to a hospital, risking not only someone risking you and recognizing you, but you escaping?"His words cut all my hope and my head falls down. I should have known that there was more to the story, I should have thought about it some more. "You don't need to go to the hospital, Spencer. I'm a doctor and the baby's father. I'll take good care of him."He says as he closes the space between us. With nowhere to run, I just close my eyes in fear. But he does nothing, he just pushes me into the guest room and the worst nightmare of my life begins. I don't know what Wren learned in college, but this certainly didn't look like a doctor's appointment.

After he's done, he sends me back to my cell and I stay there for the rest of the day, just wondering what it would be like if I still lived in Rosewood. I'd have my friends by my side and Toby, knowing him, would be excited with the idea of having a baby. My parents would probably kick me out once they found out, but that would only rush me moving into Toby's loft. We would be free of all this –A thing and the stress would be over, leaving us the opportunity to be happy as a family.

I can picture perfectly our lives with our baby and I'm evaded with sadness and fear as I realize that that life is just a dream, a wish that will never come true. At least not while I'm trapped here with Wren "having fun", in his words. He thinks that he's a super doctor, but I think that he's the one who should be going to the doctor. I really wanted to know what made him think that he can just go there and start kidnapping teenage girls, but truly, I don't want to know.

As I picture my life, there's a part of it that I have never truly considered, but right now, as I'm dreaming, it comes to my mind. I picture myself in a white dress as me and Toby make our vows in a church while our friends and family cherish. I can already hear what I would be saying and I think I know what Toby would've also said as we proved to the world that love is possible and it's stronger than anything. I just wish this was true, because from my situation right now, I don't believe in the power of love.

I look at my thin, pale hand and I picture a beautiful diamond ring in my finger. I imagine what Toby's proposal would be like and I'm sure that it would be just extra romantic because that's just who he is. As these scene comes into my mind, I feel a kick in my other hand, which is resting on my belly. I smile at the thought of my baby and place both hands from where the kick came.

"It's nice to know you agree with me, baby."I laugh at myself for talking to an unborn baby, but there's another kick as if the baby can actually hear me and wants to say something. "I love you so much. I just wish that your daddy was here too to share his love. But don't worry, he'll save us one day. We just need to have hope for now." Another kick follows the first ones and the smile stays in my face until I finally fall asleep, with the hope of seeing Toby again never leaving my mind. I know that I've always said that hope breeds eternal misery, but right now, I'm already having misery and I think that hope's the only way to survive.

Alison's POV

"I'll be back at five, okay, honey? Don't get into trouble!"My mom says while she gives me a quick kiss to the forehead and leaves my room. It's seven in the morning and I'm getting ready for school, but I don't feel like going there. I really don't like this new school in Georgia where I have no friends and no one talks to me.

Three months ago, after me and my friends told the police and our parents everything that had been going on with us, my mom dragged me into her car and she drove all the way over here. Here is my grandma's house, the place I lied about staying in about three years ago.

After my mom lefts, I slowly stand up and walk towards my backpack. She had bought it for me with a pack of clothes once we moved here. My dad soon joined us and he was glad to have me back and has been the nicest he had ever been to me. Jason, well, no one knows. I think he stayed back in Rosewood, but I don't know what reasons he would have to stay there. Maybe it's Aria and he'll try to get her back.

I miss my friends more than I can say and I wish so much that my parents hadn't taken me there. I understand them, though. They are afraid of losing me again due to riley drake and I couldn't be more safely than there. Rosewood is just not safe for me right now and for my friends as well.

I've seen the news and apparently the Rosewood police is even worse than I thought. Not only haven's they found the –A team, but they haven't found Spencer either. Apparently they just want to give up on looking for her and admit that she's dead. That's the most pathetic excuse I ever heard! They shouldn't stop looking if she's dead, they should just look for a body instead a missing person. I'm glad that Spencer's mother is setting her foot down and being the great lawyer she is to convince them in continuing the searches.

I don't really know how I feel about Spencer being missing. The memories I have of her, before that night, are all of us fighting and she disagreeing with me and they're not happy memories. But I would have never wished that she was kidnapped or killed because despite all our fights, Spencer is my sister, literally.

Other person that I don't know how I feel about is Ezra. He had really surprised me by appearing at the roof, but I don't have feelings for him anymore. On one side, I'm glad he was there because he saved us, but he lied to Aria a lot and he did spy on all of my friends. I just hope he publishes his book one day because then all those people at my new school that hate me will know that everything I've been through is true.

"Alison, are you in there? It's time to go."My father says and pulls me out of my thoughts. He enters the bedroom already dressed in a suit and carrying his work bag. I grab my bag and follow him out of the house and towards his car. We start driving towards my school and I dread the moment we'll be getting there.

Everyone in school has heard of me and my story and they don't exactly like me because they think that I'm some lying bitch that told a fake story about almost getting killed just to get attention. Well, being the stubborn person I am, I decided to just ignore them and it has worked so far. The fact that I'm the oldest of all students because I'm redoing senior year does help a bit.

"Goodbye, honey."My father says while he kisses me goodbye. I get out of the car and prepare myself for another day in hell.

Hope you liked this chapter. I know the Alison part is too short and vague, but I had to write this in a hurry. Today I'll be travelling and I'm only coming back around 26th, so there's a huge chance that there will be no new chapters till them. I'll try to find time to write, but not having my computer with me will make it hard.

If I get enough reviews to this chapter, I might consider posting a new chapter next week, but it'll take about eight reviews.