"She's not 'gone', she's somewhere out there, blind, with an incredibly insane Mona!" I exclaimed to my mom.

Melissa didn't finish me off, so even though I raked her eyes out, she will try to shut me up for good when she gets the chance. Toby touched my shoulder, whispering,

"Maybe we should"-

"I mean, are they even looking for Mona and Melissa?!" I shouted. I was enraged by the thought of them still being out there with no handcuffs on their wrists.

"The police are tracking down their phones, but they still are looking, Spence" My Mom responded calmly. I looked at the ground, tears in my eyes. Toby gave my shoulder a squeeze.

"I just don't get why she would do this to me, to my friends!" I snapped, letting tears fall. My Mom sat on the couch, and I sat beside her. Toby stayed standing, and my mom gave him the, "Can you give us a minute?" look. Toby left to go outside, shutting the door lightly behind him.

"Spencer… your sister doesn't hate you" My Mom explained, touching my leg.

"If she didn't hate me, why did she try to kill me, and my baby? Why would she be torturing me and my friends if she didn't hate me?" I moaned.

"Spencer… your sister had a personality disorder" I gasped, and looked at my Mom. She was dead serious.

"Melissa began acting…violent… when she was maybe 13 or so. We went to a doctor, and she was diagnosed with personality disorder. We didn't know what to do, you were 10, we didn't want to tell you… ever since then, she took medication, and had private therapy sessions… she got off her pills, because the doctors thought she was… better. After that, I thought she was just being normal, and I was, I guess, happy, to know she was… alright… When I look at what happened to you and her… I think she was becoming jealous of you. Jealous that you were normal, no, alright, and she wasn't. She wasn't alright… and I think she took that out on you. She took that out on all of us, and she had us fooled"

"Is that why you always took her side? Because you were afraid you would lose her?" I asked, concerned. My mom sighed.

"I guess we just… didn't want her to go back to that place. We didn't want to lose her again"

I had tears pouring down my face. I would've never thought Melissa was… ill. And now that I knew, I felt almost bad for her… but what she did to me was much, much worse. And now she was running around somewhere, blind, and insane.

"I'm so sorry, Spencer. I know I'll never forgive myself for always defending her… when I should've been there for you, and now I should be there for you, Toby, and your baby" My Mom apologized. All the sudden, I hugged my Mom. She held me back, and my Mom also had tears. I had never seen her cry.

For the first time in a long time, I felt welcomed. But I knew –A was out there… and so was much, much worse.

After I grabbed my laptop and some extra clothes from my house, I had said goodbye to my Mom, and left with Toby to head over to his loft. While Toby was driving, he asked,

"What did your mom tell you? I mean, you don't have to tell me, if it's private"-

"She told me Melissa had personality disorder" I coughed out before toby could finish. Toby shut his mouth with a clomp, and stared ahead of him.

"That's why she hated me so much… she was jealous of me, that I had a more normal life"-

"I'm sorry Spence" Toby exclaimed. I looked at him, and he looked at me.

"It's not your fault…"
"I should've been more careful, I should've made sure you wouldn't get hurt…"

"Tobes, it's okay, I'm okay… really" I explained, touching his arm. We finally reached the brew, and we pulled to the side of the building to park the truck. Once it was parked, Toby carried my laptop to the top of the stairs while I carried a small shopping bag of clothes.

"It's good to be home" I let out. Toby smiled, and opened the door with the keys on his key chain.

We walked inside, and the smell of home overwhelmed my nostrils. It felt cozy, almost as cozy as Toby's arms. I walked in with confidence, and headed immediately to the bedroom. I dropped onto the bed, with a plop. Toby laughed at the sight. He set my laptop on his desk near the bed, and lied beside me.

"Tired?" He asked.

"Exhausted" I groaned. He laughed when I rolled over face first onto the nearest pillow. Next thing I knew, I was asleep.

I woke up to the ringtone of my phone. I reached for it under the sheets; Toby must've pulled me into he sheets to let me sleep. I smelt dinner cooking from the kitchen. I found my phone, and unlocked a new text. My eyes adjusted to the bright screen, which read,

Come alone:

Rosewood Cemetery

Or your baby dies…

Meet me at 10 pm.

Kisses,

-A

I gasped, and Toby ran in. I shoved my phone under the pillow.

"Something wrong, Spence?" Toby asked, sitting beside me. I rubbed my head, as if to had just woken up.

"I'm fine… just a bad dream, I guess"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, Toby, I'm fine" I gave him a convincing smile. Toby got up, and said,

"I'm making dinner, do you need anything?"
"I'm fine, really Toby, and it smells great!" I exclaimed with a smile. Toby smiled back. And headed toward the kitchen. I looked at the side table alarm clock.

5:49 pm

I had 4 hours to get out of here, and meet –A… or my baby dies.

After I ate, I looked at the clock

6:23

"Everything okay Spence?" Toby asked, sitting across from me.

"Fine, I just, uh, planned to see the girls today… do you think I could meet them later?"

"Sure, do you need me to drive?"
"I'll take my car" I explained. Toby had a small bit of worry in his eyes, but he shrugged it off.

I began to pick up my plate, but Toby placed his hand on mine.

"I'll clean up, you can see the girls"
"Toby, I can"-

"Hey, you're already carrying enough. I can do the honor of cleaning the dishes" Toby joked, kissing my cheek.

I smiled. I was carrying our baby, but not for long if I didn't meet –A.