Almost Is Never Enough {Spoby Fanfic}

Chapter 2

Hey y'all. Sorry for not updating! I know this chapter is short, but hope you enjoy! Sorry for the lack of romance, but it's coming! :)

The long ride in the car was silent. I didn't feel like talking because at this point I didn't even know if anything that came out of my family's mouth was a lie. I couldn't even begin to explain my frustration with them.

"Will Ali be okay for the night?" I questioned. I hoped they would at least give me an honest answer about this.

"She'll be fine. She's staying with one of the police officer's until tomorrow. Her Dad is coming in." Mom answered.

"Her dad?! Where the hell is Mrs. DiLaurentis at?" If we couldn't trust Ali's mom, then there would be no reason to trust her dad.

"It's not our concern." Dad answered.

"Like hell it isn't. She's my best friend and she's been through a lot. Or may I remind you the connection she has with our family?" I was referring to Jason being my Dad's biological son. Which would make Ali my sister. Just not by blood.

"Spencer, that's enough. We know Alison is your friend, but may we remind you what that girl has put everyone through? Everyone in this town has grieved over her death, and now she's popping out and acting like everything is normal?" Mom said.

"You act like she did it because she wanted to. Mom, a stalker was trying to kill her. This wasn't just her saying Screw my life, I'm running away. It was more than that. And by the way, she definitely isn't acting like everything is normal. We all know it's not."

She sighed, and it was silent again. I don't know why I was getting all defensive over Ali. Just this morning I was convinced that she hated me because I was the one who hit her over the head with a shovel. Now it's like we're all close again. But at the same time, how can we put this away?

The car stopped at the driveway. I barely even noticed Melissa sitting next to me in the backseat. She's never once been so quite during an argument.

I exited the car first, shutting the door firmly behind me. I raced to the door, and fumbled for my keys. When I got them out, I quickly pushed open the door.

All I wanted to do was lay down and go to bed. That way I could talk to Toby.

When I reached my bedroom, I pulled out my phone. I dialed his number.

I was so convinced he would answer. But then it went to voicemail, and I felt my whole body ache for him.

"Hey, it's Toby. I'll call when I get back to you. Leave a message after the beep."

"Toby... Um, this is really crazy. Trust me, I know. I'm sorry about earlier with my dad. I don't know what's up with him. But I need to see you... I don't care what problem you have, all I know is that I need to just see your face. And give you a kiss that I couldn't give tonight. But I need you to trust me when I say that you can't give up. Not on me, not on anything. I would say more but... Just call me. Please. I love-" I was cut off when the next beep sounded.

Tears prickled at my eyes, but I rubbed them off. Man, this was really getting to me.

I just really needed to see Toby, and make sure that he was okay. I didn't care if he hated me for the pills, I just wanted him to be okay... then maybe I could get some of my breathing back.