Mr. Toby Cavanaugh (A spoby story)

Goodbyes

Toby's POV
She steps back from our embrace and begins laughing, then her laughing turns in to weeps. She drops onto her knees, sobbing into her hands.
'Spencer...' I kneel next to her. Take of my coat and wrap it round her.
'The baby, our baby...' She falls into my arms.
'It's going to be ok.' I try to lift her but she won't.
'I'm so sorry, it must of been so hard for you today.'
'Hey, all the matters is that I've got you back and you're safe.' She sits up and looks and me.
'I love you...but... I have to be alone for a bit ' she gets up and turns to leave.
'Spencer I'm not leaving you on your own...not like this'
'Toby, please I need..'
'No.' I turn her to face me.
'Toby, I need to be alone. So please let me go.' She steps back
'You don't have to bare this on your own...' I grab her hand.
'No. Toby. Just get off me, I don't need you to help me. I don't need anyone'
'Spencer, it was my child too...'
'Yes, but I was the one carrying it' I retract my hand from hers and watch her walk away. I decided to visit my old house.

Spencer's POV
I shouldn't have snapped like that. He's right it was his baby too, I walk into the flat. I lie down on the bed and sob uncontrollably into my pillow.

Toby's POV
Since my mother died, my house has been abandoned. None of the stuff is gone, there is no for sale sign. They all say; 'who would want the Cavanaugh house, no one would want to live where a molester lived.'
The amount of times I've wished that I wasn't a Cavanaugh or that people would learn the truth, but that was never going to happen. I walked up to the front door and just looked at it. Then turned around and looked at Spencer's, and image of that day when I sat on the porch and the football girl. I open the door. It's cold in here. The walls are covered in red handwriting
'Molester' is scribbled in every room on every wall. The paintings, some drawn by my father are torn and the glass smashed. The tv stolen. Obviously. I walk upstairs running my hand along the wall, so many horrible memories of my childhood lie here. I walk into Jenna's room. It's still neat, nothing smashed. Her snow globes sit perfectly on the windowsill, nothing is out of place and it's all clean. No dust.
'That's odd very odd...' I walk over to the unit. Someone has been cleaning this room, just this room. It can't be Jenna. But who else does she have?
I look at the tape recorder on the unit, that's old back when Jenna and I was younger. I open it up, a video loads. It was back in that summer, when the incident happened. She recorded it, I have proof...I hear the door creak downstairs, I place the camera back and hide against the wall. I grab Jenna's old walking stick. Someone is walking up the stairs, they're coming to this room.
I swing. A shriek fills the house. I let out a breathe of relief.
'Yvonne'
'Toby.' She catches her breathe 'What are you doing here?'
'I could ask you the same thing...' I put the stick back.
'Jenna wanted me to clean her room for her return. I mean it's a shame about downstairs, guess it's good she can't see it. All those horrific memories. The horrible things you did.' She smiles.
'Yvonne I didn't..'
'I know, I watched the tape. She's such a little bitch isn't she.' She walks over to the window.
I laugh.
She pushes a snow globe on the floor it smashes. 'Oops'
'So Toby, what are you going to do about it?' She turns back.
'Nothing..'
'What, you're not going to tell everyone?'
'No, I'm not'
'But they deserve to know, you deserve to be free' she looks confused.
'If I show everyone, that makes me no better than her. And I won't lower myself to that standard.'
'Fair enough.'
'But now I have this' I pick up the tape. 'I can persuade Jenna to tell them.' I smirk.
'Toby Cavanaugh master of revenge' she laughs.
I look around the room. Yvonne begins.
'So where's your other half, the one that's normally joint by your hip?' She leans on the unit.
'I don't know?'
'You split up?'
'I don't know'
'What happened?'
'She lost the baby, and she can't cope with that.'
'I'm sorry for your loss.'
I nod.
'Anyway, I'm going go' she walks over to the door.
'Yvonne?'
'Yes?'
'It hurts you, Doesn't it? Me being in love with Spencer...'
'You know I didn't come here to ruin your life...' I tear falls from her eye. 'I came her because I loved you.'
'I'm sorry...'
'No I truly am. And I hope everything works out with you and her because I realise it now' she wipes her eyes. 'You're meant for each other.' She smiles. She turns away.
'Anyway, goodbye loser.'
'Wait, goodbye?'
'I'm leaving. I don't need to be here anymore, my happy ending isn't here.' I grab hold of her and hug her.
'I wish you all the luck in the world'
'Tell her I'm sorry...'
'I will' I kiss her cheek. She walks away. I never realised how easy it is to be unaware to those who worship you. I sit on Jenna's bed.
There's and knock on the bedroom door.
'Hey.' It's Spencer.
'Hi..'
She sits beside me.
'I know what I said was harsh, and I was wrong to be like that. It was your baby too.' I take hold of her hand.
'It's ok'
'No it's not, I want to be with you for the rest of my life and that means sharing, even the pain.'
I pull her closer to me.
'I heard your conversation with Yvonne.'
'And?' I look at her.
'I love you..'