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Chapter 8

Truer Words

After dropping off Noah at his Uncle Jason's house, and watching the two play a short game of basket ball, so Noah could show her his new skills, she headed to work. To be honest, she wasn't really paying attention to the basket ball game between her son and half brother, her mind was somewhere else. That somewhere else being Toby Cavanaugh. The things he had told her were so much to take in. Her mind had a whole new set of questions developing. She was anxious to know the truth. She knew that the reason she felt so jittery wasn't the large amounts of caffeine she intaked, but the anxiousness of finding out the truth, eating away inside her.

Hanna stepped into her bakery, darting her blue eyes around furiously. She locked eyes with Spencer, and Spencer could see the anger in her friend's eyes. Spencer knitted her forehead. Hanna, being the owner of the bakery, rarely had days off. On the days she did have off, she wouldn't step three miles in the radius of this place. Why was Hanna here? It couldn't be something wrong in the bakery, nothing was wrong.

"Spencer, we need to talk." Hanna whispered sternly after she stomped passed the waiting customers in line.

"I'm working." She said almost baffled.

"And I own this place, and I say we need to talk!" Hanna gritted her teeth. Hanna walked over behind the counters, and before dragging Spencer into the kitchen area, yelled at Ashley, one of her workers, to cover Spencer's register for a few minutes.

The kitchen was empty. It wasn't occupied during the day. All the baking was done at the wee mornings of the day, during the afternoon it was practically deserted. It was a small kitchen, for a small bakery. Hanna had an assistant baker, but other than that, the blond made all the bake goods herself. "Spencer, why didn't you tell me about Aria?"

Spencer opened her mouth to apologize but, stopped herself. Wasn't Hanna the one keeping secrets from her just the other day? "What does it matter, Hanna? It's over. It wouldn't have affected you anyways, and I only found out a couple days ago. And in my defense, I was still pretty mad at you for keeping Toby being in town away from me." She said, a coldness in her voice.

"This is completely different!" Hanna practically yelled. "And maybe it doesn't change that much, but I would like to know when my best friend's been lying to me this whole time."

"Well, how do you think I felt? Look, it was Aria's secret, not mine." Spencer retorted. Hanna let out a sigh, calming her self.

"I thought all the secrets ended in high school." Hanna murmured indifferently.

"Yeah, well." Spencer shrugged, rolling her eyes. "Did she tell Emily too?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah," Hanna replied. "She was pretty mad too. But, she was still there after I stormed out." Hanna said. "But, you better get back to work. I don't trust Ashley alone out there," Hanna glanced at the door leading to the other side of the bakery.

"Yeah, I'll see you at home?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah," Hanna offered a light smile.

"Jenna," Hanna did a once over of the once blind girl, a disgusted look coming across her face. After school, the four best friends followed Jenna into the band room. They cornered her while her back was turned towards her flute, just as they had nearly a year ago. Emily glanced at Hanna, disprovingly, but all Hanna did in reply was shrug and widen her blue eyes, as if she was saying 'What?'. Aria let out a small sigh, and glanced at Spencer hesitantly.

"We want to talk." Spencer said as calmly as she could.

"And what makes you think I'm willing to talk to you?" Jenna retorted glaring at Spencer. "You broke your promise. The way I see it is you should be doing favors for me." Jenna said monotonically.

"We didn't break any promises." Hanna spoke sharply. "No one ever saw those videos."

"What do you want?" Jenna asked coolly.

"Answers." Spencer said.

Jenna cocked her head with an evil smirk. "I could say the same thing. Why did Toby leave, Spencer? What did you do this time?"

She took in a sharp breath. "What makes you think I had anything to do with it?"

"Don't you always?" Jenna smiled wryly.

Spencer broke the sharp eye contact with Jenna, and let her eyes roam to the sides of the room. Aria saw her friend's actions, and stepped up. "Jenna, we think you can help us, and in return we'll help you." Aria offered.

"I don't trust any of you." Jenna hissed. "And I don't need your help." She snapped before stomping out of the band room.

After asking Jason if he could watch her son a little bit longer, and closing up the bakery, Spencer pulled out her phone, and headed towards the contacts list. It was a little bit after five, and the sun was still out and shining on that last day of July. It was a rather hotter than usual summer, and the temperature was still heated. Once she got out of the heat, and into her even more heated car and turned on the cool air, she stared at her phone. She was trying to make up her mind whether or not to hit 'send'. She had been thinking about him the entire day. She wasn't the type of person to take in information at a slow pace. She could intake a outrageous amount of information, and still manage to process it all. She was impatient, curious, and determined to know everything. So, she let her fingers press the send button.

After the first ring, she debated whether or not to hangup. After the second, she regretted even calling, and by the third he picked up. She couldn't go back now. "Spencer?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth. Although, she didn't say anything back to quickly. This was all still so weird.

"Hi," She said softly, clearing her throat. "Are you busy?"

"Not really," He responded lightly.

"Do you think we could finish our talk?" She asked. This all felt so surreal.

"Yeah, sure." He responded instantly.

"Okay," She said awkwardly. "Um do you want to meet somewhere?" Spencer exactly didn't know where to go. Hanna would be at their apartment, and she wanted to do this in private.

"Um, sure." He murmured.

A silence fell between them. Spencer let out a small sigh.

"I think it would be better if we talked in private."

"Yeah," Spencer agreed.

"Should I come back to your-"

"Hanna's home." She interrupted.

"Oh," He said simply with a pause. "You could come to my place...it's not really...in the best shape, but we'll be alone." He suggested.

"Um," Spencer mumbled debating her options. A small reminder told her that he wasn't to be trusted, that he was one of those people who tortured her and her friends. But, like always, she couldn't find the feeling of fear. She wasn't scared to be alone with him, she should be, but she isn't. She never developed the feeling of fear for him. Even though she knew he was bad, in her heart he was always good. Part of her always believed that he did love her. That what they had was real. And this was Spencer Hastings. Unlike Emily, she never gave the people the benefit of the doubt. When someone seemed sketchy, she immediately pointed her finger. But here she was, believing there was good in her former boyfriend who betrayed her trust completely. Who admitted to doing some horrible things, and lying about it. But, somehow with him, it was different. She knew he did something bad, but something inside her, made her believe he had a reason. Something inside her made her believe his love was true. "Okay." She decided.

"Okay," He repeated, a scent of warmness in his voice. "I'll text you my address."

"Okay." She said solidly.

"See you soon." He said.

"Yeah," She barely spoke. And just like that the call ended. No 'I love you' or even a bye. Just a 'see you soon'. And in that moment she desperately wished something she hadn't wished in a while. She wished she could just once go back to the time where she was clueless, and he was perfect. Just for a little while anyways.

After he sent her, his address she inputted it into the G.P.A. She debated on telling one of the girls where she was going, that would probably be the smart choice. But, she decided she was a big girl, and she could handle this all by her self.

He didn't live to far. He was only twelve minutes away from the small bakery. He lived above a small pub. The pub wasn't very busy, but considering it was still pretty early in the day, that made sense. He told her just to walk in, and take the stairs upstairs. Once she was upstairs, there wasn't much around. There was two doors. One that looked to be leading to some storage unit. And another door, which appeared to be more sturdy. Spencer gulped. The nerves inside her kicked in, and she could feel her hands shaking as she knocked on the more sturdier door.

After two knocks, the door flew open. Her eyes met his, and for the first time since seeing him again, she really started to notice the visible changes. For one thing he got even taller, and appeared to have even more muscle than before. He had some stubble, and his face matured. He looked more warn out than she had ever seen him before. All that stayed the same was his intoxicating blue eyes. "Come in," He spoke softly, letting her pass through the doorway.

Her whole body felt heavier than usual as she walked in slowly. He wasn't kidding when he said it wasn't in the best shape either. The wooden floors was in a serious need of a wax job, and the paint on the walls was chipping away, revealing the brick behind it. It wasn't very homey either. It was a huge open space filled with practically nothing. In the corner was a small kitchen area. In the middle of the room was a mattress, and a few books. Bags were almost everywhere, and the two fans blowing on the floor signaled that the still ceiling fan was most likely broken. It seemed so desolate. So empty.

She heard the door close behind her which made her jump a little. She came out of the trance she was just in, and her brown eyes landed on the man in front of her. "I'm sorry for the mess. I haven't really done anything with the place yet." He admitted.

"It's fine." She said tightly. Knowing Toby, he would make this horrid place into something beautiful, but she wasn't here to talk about that. "I want to hear the rest of what you have to say." She said solidly, addressing him in a business type matter.

"Okay," He huffed shortly.

"You said you saved me from Ian. Why?"

"Why?" He mimicked almost in shock. But she just stood there, staring, awaiting an answer. "I told you...I couldn't let you go. I didn't-I wasn't thinking of the consequences," He fumbled on his words. "I was just thinking about you."

"That's a pretty stupid thing to do." She said, a small amount of warmness lingering in her voice.

"Maybe it was. But," he inhaled sharply. "I wouldn't take it back for anything. I wasn't going to let him hurt you... and I did what I had to do. I didn't know Mona's plan at the time, but it didn't matter. I just couldn't lose you. If I thought about the consequences, then who knows if I would have made it in time."

"If you would have just listened to me, then you could have just walked away."

"I told you I would be there for you, if you needed anything, remember? I may have lied about a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them." He said solemnly. "And it would never be that simple. I wouldn't be able to just walk away. I couldn't just walk away. You...were the only person who actually made me happy. As much as I was saving you, for you. I was doing it for me too. I was in a really bad place for a long time, but when I was with you... it was different. Things finally seemed like they were getting better. "

She stood their motionless. Her deep brown eyes locked on him. She slightly opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her mind drew a blank, and she had no idea what to say. "Um," She mumbled quietly. "Can you just go on." She requested.

"After I pushed Ian, Mona said we had to get the body out of there. So I carried his lifeless body to her car. I had to get it done fast, and some how we got out of there before the police showed up." This made Spencer cringe. The whole town called her a liar, her parents called her a psycho. "Mona drove us to some barn with Ian's car, and we made it look like a suicide. Mona wanted me to write the letter, saying it had to look like a guy's handwriting, but it couldn't just be a suicide letter. No, Mona's plan was more than that. There was a code involved. After we finished that, the night wasn't over. We drove Ian's car to train station, and then caught a bus back to Rosewood. We didn't even get back till like five a.m. I couldn't sleep though, even though I was exhausted. A few hours later, I stopped at your house. I had to see that you were okay." He admitted.

"But, you know what happened there..." His voice trailed. "Anyways, later that day Mona told me how she owned me now. She had evidence. I didn't know what to do, she didn't give me a choice. But, I wasn't about to hurt you. Every time she wanted me to do something, I put up a fight. Or messed up her plans. I was supposed to bug your room, but I didn't turn it on. I told Mona, that maybe there was something wrong with it, but she didn't believe me. She didn't trust me. Since she didn't trust me, she said that I would have to help her in a different way. For awhile she left me alone, but then she wanted me to make Jason look guilty. And I figured it was better throwing you off track, then hurting you. So I did it. The hockey stick, picking up that yearbook, pointing out the shadows in the window when we were in my truck." He sighed.

"Then you broke up with me." He said softly, a hint of sadness present in his voice. "I thought Mona had something to do with it, but she kept telling me she didn't." He rolled his eyes. "I went to the police station against her orders. I didn't care what she said, I knew that it had to do with her. Especially, when you told me you couldn't be with me because it wasn't safe. But, Mona kept denying of doing anything. Then the scaffolding thing happened..." He voice trailed with a sudden numbness. "And Wren." He said dryly. "And Mona said that she had nothing to do with it again," He breathed "And then Wren confirmed that he kissed you, and I knew that you liked him before. And It just.."He looked up with a sigh.

She parted her mouth slightly. She didn't know whether or not to tell him the truth. He was fessing up, and maybe she should too. Their whole relationship seemed to be built up on lies. "That wasn't true..." She sad meekly.

He knitted his forehead at her slightly, and opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it. "I lied, er Emily lied about Wren and I. Yeah, he kissed me after we broke up, but he kissed me. I didn't stop him," She lowered her eyes. "But, I was just really vulnerable. I had to break up with you... Mona sent some creepy dolls, and in order to keep Dr. Sullivan alive, we had to follow their demands. Mine said 'Keep... Toby safe.'" She said, her voice completely broken. She thought that was pain, the first time she had to break up with him. But, after finding out he was A, that simply seemed like a bump in the road. "So I broke up with you. But, I messed up. I kissed you, and then you ended up in the hospital. That was Mona. I made Emily lie, so that you would be safe." She confessed. "I didn't know what else to do. So I made up that lie about me and Wren. I never cheated on you." She admitted.

He let out a groan, and ducked his head down. He squeezed his eyes shut, and looked up, almost lost. "I should have known." He clenched his jaw. "She would have done anything to keep us apart..." His voice trailed glumly. "For me to hate you." He said softly.

A silence once again fell between the two, this time, one that lasted a little longer.

"After I thought you.. y'know," He said not wanting to bring Wren into the conversation yet again. "I was mad, and sad. And upset." He admitted glumly. "Then I left Rosewood. I actually left. Mona was pretty mad... Then I came back."

"For what?" She said firmly.

"When I was away, I stayed in contact with Jenna." Toby said distantly. "I was warming her up, so I could get answers from her." He said.

The next morning a surprising guest accompanied them at their lunch table.

The once blind girl took a seat without warning with an indifferent expression on her devilish face. "Hello," She greeted nonchalantly. They all glanced over at her dazzled. Why was Jenna sitting with them?

"Um, hi." Aria greeted, confusion in her voice.

"You said you wanted my help? Right?" Jenna said, jumping right into the conversation they had the day before.

"Yes..." Spencer's voice trailed skeptically.

"Well, I've decided to help you. But know this, if those videos get out. You'll regret it." She said wickedly. "Meet me in the ally behind the brew at three o clock." She whispered before walking away saying nothing else.

"Are we sure that we trust Jenna?" Aria asked softly to her other friends.

"Yeah, this could be a trap." Emily added.

"Maybe. But, for the past year and half, we've been pointing fingers at Jenna. Maybe she's just A's little helper." Spencer said.

"If she's A's little helper, doesn't that mean she wants to hurt us?" Emily asked.

A pregnant paused passed between the friends. "Sometimes, people do things because they are scared. Maybe, A's threatening her." Aria said shyly.

"A's tried doing it to us." Hanna added.

"I don't know." Emily said shifting uncomfortably. "This all just seems... sketchy."

"So do you not want to go?" Spencer asked indifferently.

Emily furrowed her eyebrows, worriedly. "I guess we can try..."

"She didn't tell me much." He said. "All she said was Mona was planning something, that could change everything. I had to stop running, and come back. I didn't know what she was planning to do, but it scared me to death, knowing that whatever it was, there was a chance of you getting hurt. Even though I still believed you were with Wren, I still loved you. So, I came back. I was cold to you for a reason... Mona had to believe I hated you now. I had to gain her trust again." He said. "Although, in the end it didn't really help. I didn't ever find out her big plans until visiting her in radely. Anyway, all Mona wanted me to do, was get Dr. Sullivan to come back. I had to nearly force her to come back."

"Why did Mona want her back? Wasn't she the one who wanted Dr. Sullivan out of Rosewood in the first place?" Spencer asked.

"I wasn't sure at the time. I was just listening to Mona's orders... but, later Mona told me everything. She was never planning on killing you. She had a good feeling that you wouldn't join her. She didn't think you were going to push her down that hill..."

"I didn't push her." She interrupted. "She fell."

"Well, the point is. There's a reason Mona didn't take your phone while you were unconscious. She wanted you to call the police, but you ended up calling Emily and the others. Mona was planning to stall, and fight with you till the police showed, but those plans sort of fell apart."

"Why would Mona want me to call the police?" Spencer asked astonished.

"It's what they all wanted, for you to think your safe. They wanted to catch you off guard. They had new plans, and besides; locking Mona up in radely didn't mean she wasn't part of the team. She had ways of escaping."

"So... they wanted that to happen?" Spencer asked stunned.

"I guess." He mumbled.

"And why did they need Dr. Sullivan?"

"So Mona could stay in a mental hospital rather than a jail cell. Mona was crazy, and probably belonged in a mental hospital, anyways. But, Dr. Sullivan had connections. Mona probably would have just ended up in jail, if it weren't for her." He said dreadfully.

"If it weren't for you." Spencer added.

"Yeah," He answered shamefully. "For me."

"But, the threats about her son... wasn't that true?" Spencer asked meekly.

"Yeah," he said. "I told her if she came back, that he would be okay." He said biting the inside of his cheek.

"But, he ended up being murdered..." Spencer added.

"Yeah." Toby said tightly. "He had some guts. More than me." He said, his eyes far way. "They poisoned him... they knew he was highly allergic to some medicine. I forgot what it was called... but, he knew too much. And they feared he would tell Hanna." He said.

"Why didn't they ever kill you?" She asked timidly. "If they were suspicious of your feelings about me... I mean I know they tried, but..."

"They needed me. I was useful.." he said taking in a deep breath. "They used Lucas until he was no longer useful. That's what they did with everyone. That's why they tried killing Jenna. If it wasn't for Hanna, there's no way she would have survived that. They attempted to kill me a few times... but, I guess I was lucky." He said meeting her brown eyes again. "It sure as hell, scared me though."

And as weird as it was, Spencer felt lucky too, that he didn't disappear forever like the others.

"Why were all those people in this... I just don't understand." She finally blurted.

"Everyone has a motive," He said softly. "Some people are really good a manipulating people, those two combined, aren't a good match. And once you were in, it was really hard to get out." He said dryly. As Spencer stared at him perplexed, completely in a trance.

The four girls reluctantly met their former arch enemy behind the brew that afternoon. Each one of them had their doubts about this. Especially Emily.

"I didn't think you were going to show." Hanna 'greeted' Jenna as she arrived twenty minutes late.

"I could say the same to you." Jenna shot back.

"Look, we didn't come here to have some girl time, Jenna." Emily said.

"And I thought you were the nice one?" Jenna said back. Emily didn't respond, but instead eyed the brunette skeptically. She didn't seem to notice though-or care for that matter. She ignored Emily, and her emerald eyes landed on Spencer. "So, what happened to Toby?" She asked again.

"He left." Spencer said briskly.

"No duh, Spencer." Jenna retorted. "I want to know why."

"I can't tell you that without some answers of my own." Spencer responded. Jenna cocked her head to the side. "Who's threatened you?"

"I can't tell you that, but it's the same person who's been threatening you." She said.

"How does that help us?" Hanna said clueless.

"A?" Emily asked hesitantly.

Jenna nodded stiffly. Her strong expression fading away into fear.

"So do you know who this person is?" Spencer asked.

"People." Jenna corrected her. "And I know a few. Now, what happened to Toby?"

"You don't know?" Spencer asked meekly.

"I think I do." Jenna said bitterly.

Spencer glanced at her other friends. "He's part of that team..." Spencer whispered.

Jenna nodded, pursing her lips. "And he left because you found out?"

"I don't... I think." She said, the words barely coming out of her mouth.

"Well, of course he did." Jenna muttered bitterly under her breath, rolling her eyes. "Well, I guess we're in this together now." Jenna said indifferently. "Well, first of all, if you didn't already know, Mona's still in on all of this."

"Anyways," He swallowed hardly. "Mona told me to keep doing what I'm doing. Stay with you, and gain your trust." He said. "That's all I had to do. And you were safe...for awhile anyways. I knew they weren't finished, but for the time being...you were safe. I wasn't lying to you anymore. And everything was perfect for those five months." he said softly. "But, then it started to happen again." He sighed. "I had to help them again, and pretend like you weren't important to me."

"What-what did you do?" She stuttered.

"The night Emily was kidnapped..." He said monotonically. " A lot of people were involved." He said softly. "Including me..." He said. "Lucas drugged her, and took the pictures. I'm the one who kidnapped Emily from your house." He confessed.

She widened her eyes. "I-I purposely lost her though. I dropped her off at a diner, and I said I lost her while I was in the bathroom. I knew that I was going to get in a lot of trouble, but I thought maybe I could ruin their plans. I felt bad for leaving her there, but I figured she would be better there then with me. But, in the end it didn't seem to matter. They found her, and the plans followed through.." He ducked his head down. "I'm so sorry." He added sadly.

She gulped. If he hadn't kidnapped Emily from her house, then maybe none of this would have happened. This was a lot to take in all in one day. She needed time to process this all. She was wrong she couldn't process this all, all in one day. "I should probably go..." She said timidly, her eyes filling with tears.

"Spencer, Please." He pleaded softly.

"I just-" She wetted her lips. "This is a lot to take in. And I just. I should go." She said rushing towards the door. She raced down the stairs without even a second look back.

I hope that was long enough? Sorry for the wait, I've kind of been like not motivated to write. I've been so tired from school, and I have so much homework, and agh. But, I hope that was good for you guys.

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