Officer Toby - Spoby one shots

Oh, How I Hate You: Part 1

*Abuse warning * idk i'm not going to go into too much detail, but I still think it's important to add a trigger warning here.

Spencer's P.O.V.

  I like to think of myself as a positive person, especially with all the crap I have to deal with on a daily basis, but there has always been one thing; or rather, one person that just never fails to get under my skin. That person was Tobias Cavanaugh. That plain-spoken, know-nothing, skirt-chasing, cocky little son of a biscuit always knows how to push my buttons, and I'm pretty sure that annoying me is his favorite pastime. If I made it through the day without a visit from the town's most ignorant, idiotic male teen, then it was a freaking Christmas miracle. Oh, how I hate Toby Cavanaugh. 

  I get by just fine without his torment, I can always do my best to ignore the torture at home. When my father drinks, I either leave or hide out where I know he can't find me. My mom insists that everything is fine, but I know she's lying to herself to keep up the happy family appearance. I think she's been lying about this for so long that she actually believes it. Maybe that's why Melissa got out as soon as she could.

  I always promised myself I would never let my dad hurt me again. I avoid him at all costs, but today.. Today I made a mistake. I didn't feel like taking that grasshole's idea of a fun time, so I got home as soon as I could. When I entered the front door, I could instantly hear the clink of the glass held up to the bottle. I tried to turn around and walk back out, but when I couldn't catch the door and it slammed, I knew it was too late. I can hear his daunting footsteps pounding up behind me. I don't dare turn around.

  "You turn and face your father, Spencer." He hisses in my ear. I turn my head down and ignore him. He grabs my shoulder and whips me around to face him. His eyes are dark, his veins are enlarged with anger. He takes hold of my wrists and refused to let go, no matter how I pulled.

  "You are worthless! You are the biggest mistake I've ever made. Everyone would be better off if you hadn't ever been born! I would be the best Lawyer in the White House if you hadn't shown up unplanned!" He screams in my face. Tears stream down mine as he hurls me to the floor. He kicks me hard in the ribs.

  "You're a weak, good-for-nothing, piece of stinking hot trash. You are not my daughter." He yells at me. He then plunders back into the living room, picking up his drink on the way. 

  I can't move. All I can do is lay here on the floor in shock. No one will come to save me from reality. I have to save myself. Mustering all the strength I have, I pick myself up, grab my bag, and hurry back out the way I came. As soon as the door is closed behind me, I run. I run until I can't see anymore. I don't know where i'm going, but honestly I don't care. I have to get away from him. That cursed house, all of it. I keep running until my adrenaline runs out,and I find myself on the upper outskirts of Rosewood. I glance around at my surroundings; I don't recognize this place. A ways forward to my left, I see a flat, wide rock that could act as my resting place. I walk unsteadily over and plop down, dropping my bag at my feet. This must be an old lookout point. You can see all of Rosewood from up here. Suddenly, I feel the rest of the adrenaline leave my body, and I can finally feel the pain kick in. I reach for my rib cage in agony, pulling back only when I could feel the pain in wrists too. As I surveyed them, I found large, dark, hand-shaped bruises covering them all the way around. I let my mind slip into emptiness as I begin to cry. No sound leaves my mouth, but I cry more that I though humanly possible. I sit there for what feels like hours before they stop. I look around again: The sun is starting to set, the sky turning pink. I can hear a car coming down the road. 

  I don't even bother to look when I hear the car stop a little ways away. Not even when footsteps start sounding behind me. I just continue my blank stare at the town. I am however, awoken when the footsteps stop and start to talk.