Spencer and Toby: together for eternity

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Spencer's POV:

The last week has been absolutely unbearable. Toby hasn't been drinking and he has an addiction so... He's just acting really mean.

I guess I get it... As long as he's trying to quit.

But tonight, tonight was different.

After putting Dustin to sleep at about 7:30 I sat down and watched some TV... To be calm before Toby gets home. I wasn't exactly scared of him... He was just grumpy and I wanted to be calm for a few minutes.

10:00 Toby's still not home, when he usually gets home at 8:00.

I called him but there's no answer.

I grow worried and worried until I hear a car pull up.

I look out the window only to see a cab.

Toby stumbles out, clearly drunk.

I sob lightly, but pull myself together.

Toby stumbles into the door and is it down on the couch, my breaths coming out shaky.

But I remain calm.

"Y-you promised you wouldn't." I say softly.

Toby chuckles and falls into the couch with me.

"Ohh I was just so depressed, you understand... Right?" He asks laughing, slowly putting his hand in my inner thigh.

I lightly gasp and slap his hand away from me.

"Ohh come on Spencer, don't be so whiny." He says.

"You... You promised you wouldn't drink! You also promised you wouldn't touch me!" I cry.

"You also threw yourself onto me." He says, stuttering.

"Well, I don't want to! If you make me, your going to rehab!" I cry.

Toby shoves me.

"You can't force me to do anything!" He yells.

I run the spot where he pushed me.

"I have this under control!" He stutters.

"Really...?" I whisper softly.

Tears are falling down my cheeks as I get up.

"I don care what you break, Toby. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm tired..." I sob, about to walk into the bedroom.

Toby pulls me out and gives me a hard kiss.

"Toby! Go away!" I cry.

I try to push him, but I end up pushing off of him as he also shoves me, and my head hits the wall.

I slide down the wall and silently cry into my hands.

Toby stumbles always and I scramble into the bedroom, locking the door behind me.

When I wake up I feel my face is... Damp.

I cried myself to sleep last night.

I get up slowly, scared of the silence in the house..

Toby would be up by now... Why is he being so silent?

I tip toe out of the room and see Toby, sitting on the couch crying.

I sit down beside him, making him flinch.

"Spencer..." He whispers.

"Toby you promised... You tried to have sex with me and when I refused you pushed me." I cry softly.

"I... I'm sorry!" He says loudly.

"Sorry is an action word." I state.