Thank you all, prom was amazing! I've noticed all of the people who continuously review, and I want to give a gigantic THANK YOU! You are my inspiration for my writing, and what keeps me writing. Thank you times a million! The Other Spencer.
That is all the encouragement I need to make my truck reach 85.
Spencer's POV
I lay in the forest, cold and bleak. The past few hours of my life play in my mind like a drab movie. Wren still hasn't found me, and that worries me. Toby hasn't found me either, and that worries me. I close my eyes in hopes to pass the time. Great. Just my luck. It has begun to rain. I curl myself up in a ball, and close my eyes again. I feel my body go limp, and I can no longer move.
"Spencer? Spencer! Oh my god!" A distant voice calls to me. My body is rolled over, and a hand grabs my wrist. "She's still breathing. Mike call Aria." My body is hoisted into someone's arms. I crack one eye open, and find Noel peering at me. He isn't my number one choice of saviors, but he'll do. I'm freezing, so I nestle my face into his chest. He hugs me tighter, and sets me in the back of the car. I fight him. It reminds me too much of Wren rough treatment. "Shhh, Spencer, it's okay." He seems to realize that I'm not going into that hell hole on my own.
"Mike," Noel shouts. "Come here and hold Spencer." Mike comes running over, and takes me in his arms. Noel climbs in the back of the car, and motions for Mike to hand me over. I'm laid in Noel's lap. He strokes my hair, and says soft words of comfort. I wish Toby were here.
Toby's POV
I'm searching all over Rosewood for Spencer. My phone chimes, and I look at it.
We have Spencer at my house. She is calling your name. Come now.
-Aria
I make a huge U turn and head to Aria's place. When I pull into her driveway, I notice it's already littered with cars. I jump out of my truck, and run to the door, not bothering to knock. I barge in, almost hitting Mike with the door. "Where is she?" I demand. He points up the stairs, to where I guess Aria's bedroom is. I find her quickly, but I wish I hadn't. Caleb, Ezra, and Noel are pinning her down by her shoulders, while Hanna, Aria, and Emily try to calm her. Mona sits in the corner looking at her nails. It looks like Hanna has got tired of Spencer, because she raises her hand as if to slap her. Hanna's hand begins to swoop down, but I run at her, grabbing her by the wrist.
"Don't you dare." I spit, and rush to Spencer's side. I brush Noel out of the way, and grab her hand.
"Toby!" She cries.
Spencer's POV
Flash back
I'm thrown in the back of a car, my head hitting the armrest. I'm worried for what the baby is experiencing. Someone climbs in the back with me. When the person talks, I know it's Wren. Someone else must be driving. Everytime I try to escape, Wren engraves a tally mark on my wrist with a knife. When I fight him, he tortures me with various items that I cannot name. That is until I feel something hot attack my neck.I'm entirely aware of my surroundings. I reach out to grab things, lights, backs of seats, armrests, and a few times my captor. I know I will never be able to face the back seat of a car again.
Finally, I am not able to stand it any longer, and I attempt to kick him. This sends Wren over the edge, and he smacks my face against the window. I feel a hot liquid rush down my face. When I smell the rust scent, I know it's blood. My blood. The car rolls to a stop, and I find my opportunity to jump out and run. I run blindly, but my eyes open to the world again.
Toby's POV
I am absolutely horrified. Spencer looks dead. Her face is cut open, and has caked blood clinging to it. When I look at her wrist, I see deep cuts. They look like tally marks. I count 43 cuts up and down her right arm. She has a horrible burn on the side of her neck. I think of something I can't forgive myself for. I wasn't there.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Noel grabbing the collar of my shirt. "Do you know what she looked like when I found her?!" He demands. I shake my head. He was there, I was not.
"Spencer is a special person, and she needs someone to be there for her 24/7. What if she died? She's lucky he didn't cut open her stomach, neck, or head. Who knows what could've happened." I realize that none of these people know about the baby. In my rage, I shout it.
"HE COULD HAVE KILLED OUR BABY!" I shout. "I do know what could've happened!" I scream. Everyone looks at me clearly shocked. Even Spencer stops moving long enough to groan.
Okay, I have an idea in mind for the future, thats why all of the injuries are so horrible. Just bear with me please. I love all of you, and thank you sooo much! -The Other Spencer