I don't even expect you to read this because I have failed you by not updating in over two months. But if you are reading this I want to apologize. This had been a hectic year, semester and I haven't been able to move things along as well as I thought I would be able to. Again, if you are reading thank you, please review.

Toby

"Hi sweetie . . . I made some pie, do you want any?" My mother, technically step-mother, tried to make things better with pie, always. Not just since the attempt. I mean . . . always.

Neighbors dog dies? Cherry Pie

Cousin scrapes her knee? Blackberry Pie

Broke your favorite toy? Boysenberry pie.

But now she made one every day or so. I did feel ashamed for how I had hurt my parents by attempting suicide. But I wanted my life over. Plain and simple. "No mom, I'm just going to go upstairs and rest."

She nodded, her lips in a worried line, "Leave your door open, okay sweetie?" her voice was scared. I nodded. On the outside my family is normal. Widowed Army Vet marries pretty blonde librarian when his son his three and her daughter is two. But on the inside we're slightly less functional. I love my step mom like she was my own mother. She has been my mother. And I love my dad, too. But my step-sister was always strange. Even before her own accident. But that really was an accident.

Spencer and her friends, in an attempt to screw with me, set my barn on fire with a firework, not knowing Jenna and I were inside. She was blinded that night over three years ago and I hadn't seen her since. She called some special school for the visually impaired her home now. And even though I wish she had her sight, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Spencer

"So how was day one?" My Aunt Sheila asked in a chirpy voice.

"Okay . . . I knew someone there. From a few years back so it was a bit less . . . awful." I looked over to see Aunt Sheila giving me a sad, sympathetic smile. My Aunt took me in last year. My parents kicked me out in a furious rage after I tried to convince them for the fifteenth time Wren was raping me, still and had been since the first time I came to them.

How they could ever believe a basic stranger over their own daughter always confused me. And I knew Melissa could hear what was happening in the other room every time it happened. I was so happy the day Aunt Sheila arrived from Melbourne and took me in as her own. She was the only one left of our entire family that didn't try to make me feel like shit. She made me feel like a person again.

But even then, the pain became too much. So I tried to slit my wrists. Failing, obviously.

My Aunt thought it would be a good idea to bring me back to Rosewood to see my friends, but when we tried, my parents were having none of it. They were done with me and I was unsurprised to find Melissa and Wren married. Good luck I thought In a few years he'll make your very own child his sexual fantasy.

So we moved three towns over to Haven Brook. I usually was able to find a way to meet up with the girls but it wasn't the same. I wasn't the same Spencer. That girl was gone. She probably always would be. But tomorrow would be another day of therapy. But at least I had a friend there. I think.

And now your just as pissed for that sorry excuse of an update. I'm running on fumes guys! Sorry