**DEDICATED TO imadriana BECAUSE SHE JUST JOINED THE TTIAM FANDOM! ;D (if we had a fandom lol) This is the chapter I've been so excited to write about so without further ado, ONTO THE STORY!!**
But it was. I knew it was.
My knees buckled. I can't breathe. Everything is spinning. I think I fell.
I couldn't believe myself.
Spencer. She has to know. She deserves to know.
But I can't tell her. She'll be crushed. She'll be destroyed.
I stand up and look down. There is dirt on my jeans. I don't care right now.
I turn the door knob and enter the house. Spencer really needs to lock these doors.
The whole house is quiet and dark. I look to my right. There are the stairs; those are the stairs that leads to Spencer's room.
I know I have to tell her.
The thought of telling her makes me want to throw up. I flick on the light in the kitchen and look around for a drink to keep it down. Then, Spencer's word comes to my mind, "In the lower cabinet, to the very left!"
I walk to the lower cabinets on the very left of the kitchen and sure enough, there was a hefty amount of liquor there.
I grab one, not caring what kind of alcohol it was, and chugged it. The burning sensation in my throat is back and again, I don't care.
Spencer's POV
Crash
I shoot up in my bed, m heart racing immensely.
What was that noise?
Crash
It's coming from downstairs.
I throw the bed sheets off of me and make my way to the stairs. I look to my right, at the kitchen, where a tall and broad silhouette stands.
I move further down the stairs, and squint my eyes. My heart drops.
"T-Toby?" I struggle to say. My breathing has increased entirely too fast.
The silhouette stops what it was doing, but doesn't turn around.
I decide to be brave and I run up to the person. My hand grips onto the person's shoulder.
Before I turned them around, I already knew who it was.
"Toby." I whisper, confirming the person to myself.
He doesn't say or do anything.
Until he shoves me away.
I stumble back against the doorframe, completely astounded by this action.
"Toby, what is wrong with you?" I ask him, the slight fear in my voice obvious.
Then, I noticed it.
He takes a gulp from the liquor bottle and sets it on the counter beside him, his hand still firmly gripped onto it.
"Where did you get that?" I ask, pointing to the bottle. As if it wasn't obvious enough, Toby's eyes trail down to the open cabinet.
Just like I told him, I thought.
"Spencer," He finally says.
I look up at Toby, unsure of what else to do, and I fidget with my hands.
He mumbles something but I can't understand him.
I take a step towards him.
"What?"
"It was me, Spencer."
"What are you talking about?" I hate being confused.
I try to look into his eyes but they weren't his. The beautiful shade of blue that his eyes were, the blue that I loved so much, wasn't there. It was replaced by a pure black abyss.
He sighs deeply and takes a huge gulp of his--my parents' alcohol.
And with his voice raised, he shouts, "IT WAS ME, SPENCER! THAT NIGHT, IT WAS ME!"
I knew what he meant by that night but what exactly did he do? He surely didn't orchestrate the whole night or anything…right?
I'm afraid to ask him but I do it anyways.
"What did you do that night?"
He runs his hand through his hair, something I rarely ever saw him do, and again with the shouting, says,
"I DID IT. I WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK THOSE PICTURES. I TOOK THE PICTURES OF YOU AND TANNER FUCKING IN THE LIGHTHOUSE. I WAS THE THE ONE. IT WAS ME."
Complete and utter shock. That was all that I could feel. But I didn't prepare myself for what was about to happen next.
The sound of glass making contact with a wall and the shriek of the breaking pieces snapped me out of the shock.
Toby had thrown the bottle at the wall right above my head. I look at the glass fragments and slowly looked back at Toby.
I back away from, shaking my head.
His black eyes met mine and the anger that were in his eyes now dissolved into a huge surprise.
He couldn't believe what he just did. And neither could I.
My lips were slightly separated and the tears began to fall dramatically slow.
I looked down at my feet, which were now surrounded by glass.
"Spencer, I am so sor-"
"Get out." I cut him off. I wipe off the tears.
"Spence, please." His voice cracks.
"Don't call me that. Ever."
"Spence, I-"
"I SAID DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I shout at him. It was my turn to yell.
I allow my voice to quiet down before I say, "You lost the right to call me that. Please leave."
"Spencer, I didn't mean to. Please just let me explain."
All I can say is, "Leave."
When he walks to the door, he turns around, but before he can say anything, I slap him as hard as I could.
His head whipped to his right, and he raises his hand to his jaw
I hoped it hurt as much as I intended it to.
He nods his head and sniffs.
"Goodbye, Spencer."
I slam the door and slide down it. I release a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
And there goes the waterworks.
I cover my mouth and the tears continue to fall.
I'm not sure what to feel right now. Is there a word that describes shock, hurt, confused, and angry all at once?
If so, let that word be the definition of me; let it be the definition of Spencer Hastings. Because as of this moment, Spencer Hastings is nothing.
Spencer Hastings is the stupid, foolish girl that thought that she could live a happy, normal life. I almost laugh at the fact that she thought that could happen because, guess what?
No one can live a happy and normal life.
When life gives you a decision, you only get two options. For me, those two options were happy and normal. And there is a time on everything. For me, my time was up before I could choose.
[[A.N. No one actually figured it out! But tell me, what do you think of the plot twist? I see you guys never noticed the small clues ;) See you on my next update in 7 days! HAPPY EASTER, SPOBIANS! Aw, I actually like that little nickname. I'll tell you what I got today on IG but KEEP CALM AND SHIP SPOBY!! Byeee x.