Thank you soo much for all of the reviews. I don't even know how to say thank you for all of the incredible comments. I plan to update this story twice a week. Should I stick to writing Emison or Spoby or both? I am stuck in a pickle literally kidding.. I dont have my hand stuck in a pickle jar. Hehe. I am updating thanks! I know exactly what I am going to write for the next chapter! It's going to be kinda like them finding Alison Loves Ian thing on the tree, but not exactly!

Chapter 3: Getting Closer

Walking through the park during the mid day in the middle of Rosewood, was not a good way to start your life in Rosewood. The texts came in like wild fire now. Everytime he had a flaw a text came flying in warning him that their was going to be consequences if he did that. He was starting to get fed up with all of the texts, wanting to possibly go to the police, find the code to where the texts are coming from.

Step by step he gets closer to the desination close to home, but not home at the same time. Walking up the steps, his brain begging him not to go any further, that its a bad idea. His hand couldn't help, but knock at the door and await for the brunette to open the door. There she stood looking a little confused wondering why the ocean blue eyed teenager was standing on her porch. She closes the door a bit and stands in front of him biting her lip and pushing her big giant curls pass her shoulders. "Hey Toby."

"Hi Emily." Toby greets letting the shy side of him come up as Emily walked pass him and sat on the steps of her porch. "I need to talk to you about the texts." Toby lets his commanding mode start coming out wanting answers before he went to the police.

"What about the texts? Are you still getting them?" the brunette twirls a small piece of strand around her finger trying nit to focus on the wierd and uncomfortable air around the two. Emily has never had a full out coversation with the Cavanaugh boy. The only times his name was said was when it came out of the deceased blonde's mouth. It was always something bad.

Toby head goes up and down responding to her answer. "Yeah you're still getting them aren't you. I can tell that every couple of minutes you keep checking your phone." Toby points out as the female's hand goes to her phone again and peering through her new messages quickly. She sighs hating that he notices how jumpy she is.

"Yeah." she sighs again. "I have a feeling that it isnt going to be easy getting rid of this tormentor. It feels like everytime I can rest I get a text message saying something about my past, trying to haunt me again." She puts her phone back onto the wooden steps face down laying her elbows onto the tops of her knees.

"I know what you mean. I go to open a box of cereal and then ding goes my phone. Telling me about ny past making me way to sick to sleep." Toby face ashens thinking about the newest text message sent to him by this -A person. "Especially the newest one reminding me about someone I deeply care about."

"Who?" Emily couldn't help, but ask.

"My mother."

A sudden silence comes over the two remembering back to a couple of years ago at the funeral. Everyone who lived in Rosewood went, she had been a nurse at Rosewood Hospital. People mourned her death, some more than others like Toby and his dad. They had been sitting in the first room with blood shot eyes and tears coming down their face at a rapid speed. Toby may have been young, but he can remember it like it was yesterday. In a way, Toby wished he didnt remember the funeral it still pained him to have flashbacks of his mother laying in a casket emotionless with no movement at all.

When Toby was peering into the casket, he kept begging for her to open her blue eyes and give him on last warm kiss or smile. That didn't happen, making the hot tears come down his face even more. Transferring back into the present, he looks over at Emily with sad blue eyes. "I still miss her everyday."

He stands up and strolls away from Emily a couple of feet before turning toward her again. "Can we meet up later, right now I am not in tth mood to talk about the A person?" Toby questions wiping away a tear that decided to escape from his eyes. Emily nods her head before scribbling something on a piece of paper and handing it to him.

He takes it from her hand and reads. "When you want to talk about the thing. Call me that's my number and if you can't reach me. Call the number underneath it which is Spencer Hastings number. She's really nice, but can be a super nerd so watch out about that." Emily explains with a laugh. All of her friends were big goofballs especially Hanna Marin, the shopper.

"Thank you." Toby tells her in a raspy voice before walking away from her house. One foot in front of the other walking down the passageway. His phone beeps.

Meet me at Wright's Park 8 p.m. Come alone or else everybody knows about you and Jenna's dirty secret. -A

Who ever this tormentor was Toby wished this person would die right now. He had never wished for someone to die, but in this case. When someone was blackmailing you, you couldn't help, but feel a lot of hate toward the person. This person acted just like someone from Toby's memory. Alison Dilaurentis. It was like a miniature version that knew all of their secrets... just like Alison knew. He had to go. Who did A think he was going to bring with him? Jenna. He wouldn't even dare to bring her with him. If she came there would be plenty of questions that he wouldn't be able to answer and she would constantly be putting her hand on his thigh.

He promised to himself that one day he was going to leave his house and never look back. If he could leave now he would. He knew what he was going to do tonight. Walking up to his room and opening a bag full of possesions he pulls a specific one out. A pocket knife. He never would face somebody torturing him alone especially if the girls were going to be there.

Reviews? Tomily friendship... when I saw them on the front porch talking and drinking. I was smiling soo big, that is my favorite friendship with Taleb as my favorite bromance. Ezra can't be apart of the bromance... Sorry Ezra your just not good enough! What did you think?