Spencer And Toby: A TeAm Troubles

The Truth

"Mom, Dad, we need to talk to you," I said, standing up with Toby beside me holding my hand, as we walked to the island and stood across from them. Great, I had started with the stereotypical sentence. I was either about to tell them that we were getting married, wanted to move in together, or that I was pregnant. They knew it was bad news now and would be expecting to hear something bad, making their view on what I had to say that much worse.

"What is it, honey?" My mom asked, in her fake-motherly tone, but from the sound of her voice she hadn't made it in any way obvious that she had guessed what I was about to say.

"I'm pregnant and Toby is the father," I got out as quickly as I could.

"I just want you both to know that I love your daughter very much and will be there for her through this," Toby added in, trying to make my news seem better, or at least acceptable.

"You're lying," said my father said to me before I had the chance to explain or say anything else. When I shook my head no, he closed his eyes and put a hand on his forehead as if he had a headache from the information before dropping his hand back down to his side and opening his eyes with a new light in his eyes. "You'll just have to get an abortion."

"What? No!" I said just as Toby began talking.

"With all due respect, Mr. Hastings, I feel that it is Spencer's say, the fate of the baby," he said, and I nodded in agreement and happiness that he was standing up for me.

"Shut up," my mother quietly whispered, and I was about to question what she had said before she said it louder, her temper flaring. "Shut up! This isn't your say. You're the one partially responsible for this, causing this problem," my mom said to Toby before turning on me. "And you, what is wrong with you? Your father and I have worked so hard to establish a good life for you, and you go and make an idiotic mistake such as this. You will terminate this pregnancy, or you won't be a part of this family anymore," she said, crossing her arms across her chest.

"But mom, you don't understand, I love this baby-" I began before she cut me off.

"You just turned seventeen, you don't know what love is," she said, and I turned on my heel, storming upstairs to my bedroom.

Once I got upstairs Toby walked over to me and tried to get me to look at him so he could talk to me, but I was all but ripping my hair out trying to find a bag that I could pack clothes in.

"Spence, calm down," he said to me, but I had found a bag and was stuffing my clothes inside it, filled with rage.

"Toby, is there space in your apartment for your girlfriend who has been disowned by her family?" I asked, grabbing my hairbrush, toothbrush, makeup, a few books, and some other necessities as Toby nodded to me, still trying to get me to see reason, but I was so beyond being talked down from this at the moment. "Good," I replied, picking up the duffel bag I had filled up and storming from the room, down the stairs, and I was almost out the front door before I turned to my parents.

"You know what? I do know what love is. I just didn't learn it from this family," I spoke calmly and evenly, and I turned to leave just as I heard my dad say those words I had been dreading.

"Melissa was always our favorite." It was a last resort, an attempt to get me back for what I had said because he had run out of witty comebacks. What he might not have realized was that those five words were what pushed me away from my parents the most. In shock and numbness I opened up the door before sprinting down my driveway to Toby's car, waiting for him to unlock it and then getting inside on the passenger side, putting down my duffel bag by my feet, and collapsing in sobs. I didn't want my parents to see me break down, they would think that they won.

Toby got in the car beside me, locking the doors and putting an arm around me while I cried before driving back towards his apartment. The whole time I couldn't stop saying over and over how stupid I was to think that they ever loved me the same way they loved Melissa. Melissa, the one who always ruins everything for me even when she isn't there because she leaves an imprint that takes away part of my parents' love for me, if not all of it.

When we got to his apartment he grabbed my bag from the car, walked with me inside the living space, and helped me unpack my clothes into some empty drawers in his bedroom.

Afterwards we went back to the kitchen and he wrapped his arms around me as I cried, whispering in my ear, "It's alright Spence, I'm here and I will never leave you."