The Bad Boy's Roomate

Chapter 25 : Control

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Spencer's POV

* In the middle of the night *

I can't stop screaming. I try to kick and push him away as much as I can but it's no use. My chest is heaving up and down due to my ragged breathing. His hands roam around me and his face only shows a look of determination. That face is one that never fails to cause a shiver down my spine.

"No!" I scream, attempting to move around as much as possible.

Alex grabs me roughly and does what he wants. Only this time there is no Toby coming to save me. There is no one but me and him. Here I am, completely vulnerable in front of him. Unable to do anything to help.

"Spencer." A voice says.

Alex continues to undress me and roughly places a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I'm shaking trying to get him off. Trying to make sure this doesn't end up happening.

"Spencer!" I hear the voice again and bolt awake.

I spot Toby towering over my with a concerned look on his face. My body is covered in sweat and my hands are shaking furiously.

"Toby." I whisper and he engulfs me in a hug.

He rubs his hands across my back, trying to steady my breathing. I let out a few tears at what I thought I experienced. Everything seemed so real. These nightmares seem to be a regular occurrence with me. Ever since Alex did what he did, my mind is unable to stop these thoughts entering my mind.

Toby however is always somehow able to calm me down. He will never once get annoyed at me for constantly waking him up, but instead comfort me in a way which no one else could. I have never ever seen him like this with another person. So it causes the question to arise in my mind, is Toby Cavanaugh even a bad person?

"Better?" Toby asks causing me to leave my question for now.

"Yes. Thank you." I say with a weak smile.

He returns the smile, revealing his small dimple on the right side of his cheek. I get up to go the bathroom and wash my face a few times with cold water. It's weird but when I do this I feel like I'm washing away everything that I just experienced. It's my minds way of convincing myself that everything is going to be okay.

I return to the room and spot Toby fast asleep on my bed. He must have been super tired, I think to myself. I contemplate whether I should sleep on his bed or just sleep next to him on mine? I don't exactly feel like sleeping alone anymore so I join him, closely studying his features as he lightly snores.

How could someone be so good yet bad at the same time? I am no stranger to Toby's reputation around here yet I feel like he's so misunderstood. Then again I know he hasn't done the best things or act in the best way at certain times. But staring at his relaxed face now reminds me of how far he has come. How far we have come.

* The morning of the day of the fight *

My eyes slowly flutter open as I feel someone moving next to me. I open my eyes almost jumping before remembering that Toby feel asleep on my bed. His arm is wrapped around my stomach in a protective manner. He's even protecting me in his sleep I think to myself before smiling.

On cue, Toby opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow in confusion after realising he is indeed in my bed.

"I came back from the bathroom after my nightmare and you were already asleep. I figured I should just leave you." I say sitting and ruffling my fingers through my crazy hair.