Something About Us

I'm In Here. Can Anybody See Me?

“Alex. We need to talk.” The brunette repeated herself, more certain this time.

 “Why do you think we always have to talk in this relationship?” Alex questioned and paused for her response.

 “Alex it’s just that our relationship—“ A sharp breath emitted from Alex’s lungs, he was obviously fed up with her ‘Be a better boyfriend’ speeches. “SPENCER. If you are so tired of this relationship then don’t call it a relationship. Just call it ‘a teenage guy trying to hook up with one of the richest, sexiest girls in Rosewood.’ Because that’s the only thing this is. ”

“NO! This is more than that. You push me around, like you own me! You give me these bruises and cuts that I have to strategically hide without dressing like someone who has never heard the words ‘mini skirt’ or ‘strapless top’ in their lifetime!” Spencer was now ranting, and Alex could tell he needed to set her straight once and for all.

Alex pulled into a parking lot that seemed to belong to the vacant motel complex that stood before them.

 “Why did you stop? I want to go home Alex. Take me home.”

 “Get out of the car bitch, and walk!” Alex forcibly shoved Spencer through the first motel room on the right side of the complex.

 “Alex forget it! Our relationship—our whatever this is, is fine. Just let me go home and we can talk later. Tomorrow morning, first thing.” Spencer gave him a timid smile hoping he could just forget the entire thing. So much for trying to be strong. So much for ‘you’re important’ and ‘your opinions and thoughts matter’. Spencer was smart enough to realize that it didn’t work like that. Alex wasn’t going to risk her outing him to the her parents or better yet, the police.

Why did I have to say anything? Everything was fine until I let myself believe I was worth something. Me? Actually worth something? HA! That’s a joke. I let some boy tell me what he thought was best for me, and here I am. Being locked up, and held against my will. Heaven knows what kind of new bruises and scars, I’ll walk out of here with tonight. But then again. Who said I would even walk out? Toby told me to ‘be stronger’ and ‘fight for myself’, but I can’t. And now because of Toby Cavanaugh I could be lying here dead this time tomorrow. Spencer watched Alex’s violent movements on the other side of the room. She was standing on the opposite side of the bed for protection of any attacks, soon to come. And where was Toby now? Probably not having a care in the world as to where I am, and what bad things were about to take place.

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Meanwhile Toby is still at The Brew. It is about 10 am and it has only been about 15 minutes since he last saw Spencer take off with Alex. Toby had only spent one night with this girl, and he was already developing feelings for her. He wasn’t sure what kind of feelings or how strong they were, but he knew there was feeling. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. No matter how hard he tried, he continued to wonder if any of their moments together were real. If she was even real.

The curls in her brunette hair and how they fell perfectly past her shoulders.How when we were together in that alley, so close to each other. Even though she looked awful, ripped clothing and all, her hair still managed to smell like apples and lemons. What Toby didn’t know is that Spencer really used an Apple/Lemon foaming shampoo daily. Her big brown eyes that were filled with nothing but kindness and love. She had a way of telling a story through her eyes. Her eyes told more of a story than the words she spoke to me a few minutes ago. Toby’s cheeks flushed when he realized how long he had spent staring into space thinking about this one girl. But he was a guy, it was human nature to think like this. What about her arms? Oh and those legs. Those goddess legs of hers… Toby let that picture leave his head as his face grimaced. I wonder if she told Alex yet? I wonder what he said? What he did.