A/N: Thank you for the reviews and PMs, they make my day And I just wanted to say thank you also to Layla Wolffe, because she never forgets to leave an amazing review, and spoby4eva too, because she has stuck with this story too! And here you go, a chapter from Toby's point of view!

Disclaimer: I don't own PLL, otherwise Spoby would be back together by now in the show.

Toby POV

He pulled his black duffel bag out of Spencer's car's trunk. It was late afternoon, and he knew he had to face his family soon enough.

"So you're sure you'll be alright by yourself?" Spencer asked for the tenth time. He looked into her brown eyes. She really was worried about him, and her missing friend.

"Yes, Spencer." He replied patiently. Dropping his bag, he closed the distance between them.

"You know I worry about you though?" She asked, looking into his eyes. He loved it when she looked at him like that.

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, I do." He kissed her softly instead of a goodbye.

He felt her lips curl up into a smile under the kiss. "I love you."

"I love you more."

With a bittersweet smile, he turned to leave her standing there. Opening the front door he heard the roar of an engine coming to life, and slowly fading away.

As soon as he stepped inside, he was attacked.

"What the hell?" Jenna hissed. "What possessed you to be with HER?"

"Toby!" His father bellowed from behind his stepsister. He was a tall well-muscled man with his hair shaved to a buzz cut. He went to Military School when he was younger, and 'doesn't ever regret it'.

"Hey Dad." Toby mumbled to the floor, trying to push past him, but his father blocked him.

"That's not how a real man talks." He reprimanded his son. "Greet me properly."

Toby forced his blues eyes to meet his father's brown ones. "Hi, Dad."

His father just shook his head. "Whatever. I knew we should have enrolled you in an Army School. You're a wuss." He took a swig from the beer he was holding in his hand and lumbered back into the other room.

Jenna was standing by his side for the entire exchange.

"Do you want to," Jenna drawled seductively, running a pointed fingernail down his arm, "relieve your frustrations in another room... With me?"

Toby shook his head in disgust even though she couldn't see it. "Not tonight Jenna. Especially not tonight."

She cocked her head to the side. "Oh, I see how it is. I can make you completely forget about that certain brunette bitch..."

"You will never make me forget about Spencer." Toby said, pulling his arm away from her reach.

"Because she loves you just so much?" Jenna snorted as Toby's dad cheered at the game on TV in the other room. "You're so naïve. Just because somebody else pretends to give a shit about you, you fall in love with them and leave ME."

"Maybe I left you for a reason, Jenna." Toby fought back. "Have you ever thought about that? Huh?"

"And what was this so-called reason?" Jenna snapped.

"That you're an overcontrolling, manipulative bitch." Toby fled to his room without waiting for Jenna's response and threw his bag to the floor. His chest heaved as he leaned against the shut door.

He'd actually stood up to her. And it felt really good.

Maybe Spencer was right, maybe he could finally gain his freedom back, bit by bit. Moving to his window he saw two figures arguing heatedly on the lawn. One was Jenna, and the other was a nondescript figure in a black hoodie and sweatpants. After another minute, the black clothed figure turned and stalked off.

Toby decided that the person was probably Garret. He'd done his best to warn Garret, but the guy didn't listen. Coming over here and picking fights with Jenna made it his funeral.

Toby just sat in his blue room for a while, reading his favorite book: his worn down version of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. When he was younger he used to think that Jenna could be described by that book. She was sweet and innocent around both parents during the day, but turned into a vengeful monster at night.

When his clock showed him that it was 6 PM, his Nokia phone buzzed twice on his black nightstand. Stretching hiss arms, he closed his book and reached for his phone. It was a text from Spencer.

-Missing u already :( Mom just implied that u were the one who stabbed me and I was protecting u. Can I come over so I don't rip her head off?-

-Spence

"Toby!" His stepmother Lily called. "Dinner!"

Toby quickly wrote back:

-Sorry, Spence, but my parents are insisting I have a family dinner with them and Jenna's breathing down my neck. Our rock tomorrow?-

-Toby

His phone buzzed five seconds later.

-Yeah, I just miss you. Have fun, I guess :S-

-Spence

-You know I love you.-

-Toby

He waited.

-I love you too.-

-Spence

Toby sighed, and slid his phone into his drawer.

"Toby!" It was his dad this time. "When your mother says come, you come right now!"

Liar,- Toby thought,- she isn't my mother. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw that his father had set up a table for three people. They forgot about him.

"Oops, sorry dear." Lily fussed, getting up to get him a plate and cutlery.

"It's okay." Toby replied.

It was going to be a long night.

After dinner, when both parents were clearly half wasted, they stumbled out the front door to go 'party'. Jenna disappeared somewhere, so Toby was left alone. He decided to watch the Discovery Channel because Spencer had teased him about only watching 'masculine' channels that morning. He shook his head as he realized how he was watching this for her. He was so whipped, and he knew it.

He was in the middle of watching a documentary on the plight of the Humpback Whale species when he heard the doorbell ring.

He knew it couldn't be his dad and stepmother because they had barely been gone so when he opened the door and saw the blonde dressed in a black unisex hoodie and black sweatpants, he wasn't very surprised.

"Hello Toby," Alison said coolly, "I think it's time I laid down some rules for you, because you're getting annoying."

A/N: Dun, dun, dun! Stay tuned!