It was Monday! Tomorrow we were going to Arizona. Toby still didn't understand why I wanted to go there. Mainly because it was far away from Rosewood.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to like, Paris, or Australia, or Brazil"-

"Whoa, Toby, you do realize we need money, you know, for Rider, right?" I joked.

We were sitting in the loft; I was working on some homework for Chemistry. I was sitting at the small table with four seats around it, the chemistry homework about the Lewis Dot Structure.

I was drinking an orange soda, when a small drip of it landed on my peach-pink t shirt.

"Crap!" I hissed under my breath. I licked my finger, rubbing it out quickly.

My jeans were safe, but the stain wasn't going away anytime soon. Damn it

Toby was sitting on the couch, leaning over, designing a new layout for a backyard for my neighbor's house, well, my old neighbor's house. I hadn't seen my parents since the false alarm of my labor, but I was still shocked at their reaction.

I hadn't heard from Melissa, of course. She was –A… I remember how they had hurt me, how they had made me believe that Toby was dead. The memories sometimes still haunted me in my dreams, and I couldn't explain it. It was like it had all happened yesterday, but the memory was stuck in the back of my head when I was with Toby, as if it never happened.

I still couldn't believe Melissa would do this to me, I mean, I thought I loved her. But she had ended up hating me, and wanting me dead. I thought about when Toby had made me run away in the woods when Alison was chasing us… how Toby had had to kill Alison… but she was alive after that. Wait. I thought Toby had killed her…

"Toby?" I asked.

He turned to face me, wearing a white button up, with black jeans.

"How is it possible… I mean… You said you had shot Alison, but she was alive…?"

Toby had told me months ago that Alison had tried to stab him, so he had shot her.

Toby looked saddened by the thought.

"I… I thought I did" He looked at me, more serious.

"I shot her though. At her head. It zipped past her, but blood was everywhere, and she fell off me… I thought she was dead…" Toby turned away, he seemed hurt.

I walked out of my chair, and went over to the couch, sitting next to him, resting my hand on his back, my other hand on the quilt laid on the back of the couch.

"I'm sorry, Toby, I shouldn't have asked…"
"It's okay. She tried to kill you. I wish I had killed her," Toby answered, a new edge in his voice.

"After everything she has done to you, to your friends, she deserves it. I wish I had… I wish…"

"Stop, Toby, it's okay, you did everything you had to do" I confronted, telling him in an urgent voice. Toby turned to face me, his hands on my legs comfortingly.

"I'm sorry… I just don't feel like you're safe… I mean, Melissa and Mona are still missing. And Caleb has been with Hanna, and I"-

"No, Toby, you can't go after them" I interjected, scared.

"I was going to say, I care about you too much to hurt you. So, I'm not going after them" Toby replied, giving me a caring look, his eyes full of concern.

I breathed out in relief, but I had worry in my mind. They were out there. Melissa and Mona. And they were probably planning to kill me… kill my friends… Rider…

I suddenly felt a gush of fear go through me, and I had tears falling out my eyes. I couldn't control it. Toby wrapped me in his arms, bringing me into his chest. I was sobbing, and I couldn't stop.

I couldn't.

Toby's Prospective:

Spencer was looking at me, and then she had started sobbing. I instantly thought,

She's finally lost it.

I knew she was going to break down sometime, and this time, I was prepared. I grabbed her, and pulled her into my chest, her tears running down her cheeks, soaking in my shoulder of the shirt. She nestled into my neck, as if I was some kind of shield of protection. Her fingers knotted into my shirt, her sobs ripping out of her throat. Her voice was raspy, tired, strained. I rubbed her back, holding her close to me.

I felt so bad, and I could feel her body become hot with pain, shaking.

"I'm so sorry Spencer"

I don't know why I said it… I was just,

Sorry.

Everything that had happened to her, most people wouldn't go through in a lifetime.

I had her legs thrown over my knees, her body resting between my legs. Her back was sideways on my chest, her head buried in my neck. Her hands rested over my stomach, shaking and turning cold.

Her feet hung off the edge of the couch, she felt so small in my arms.

I could feel her tears turn increasingly hot and drenching my shirt. Her stomach was touching the mid part of my arm that was wrapped around her. I could feel the baby's heartbeat, fast and skipping beats.

She had to calm down… I felt so terrible. I felt like I was just a throw pillow she could cry on, but I couldn't do anything to help her.

I held her for minutes, she began to calm down, hiccupping through her cries. She was still resting in my chest, and we stayed there for more time, her eyes rimmed in red.

"I'm sorry" I said again, whispering gently into her hair.

She moved her head deeper into my neck, closing her eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Toby" She croaked out, her voice thick with tears. She was still shaking slightly, the room filled with daylight from outside. I could see out to the alley, the sun rising over the building next door.

I rested my head on her head, replying,

"I know… I'm just… sorry"

She squeezed her eyes shut, and clenched to my shirt again, as if I could slip away if she let go.

I squeezed her shoulder with my hand, and closed my eyes, my eyesight only seeing the brightness of the Monday afternoon.

Right then, I heard Spencer's phone buzz, with a click!

Spencer stirred against me, and pushed herself up. She looked okay, but her eyes ere still puffy and red. She got up off the couch, and went over to her phone, her body moving slowly. Then, she gasped.

And she started shaking.

Then she sobbed.

I ran to her, and grabbed the phone out of her hands, and looked at the message.

ONE NEW MESSAGE
FROM: BLOCKED I.D.

It's been awhile since I've talked to you, Spencer!

But don't get comfortable.
I'm not done with you.

Not until I say I am, bitch.

-A

I threw her phone onto the couch, and I picked her up, running her into my bedroom, and laid down, pulling her to my chest.

But she didn't let tears fall. She just stared off to the wall, curled up against my chest.

I would rather have her cry.

But this was worse.

She had no response to the text.

We had to get out of here.