Chapter 1

Emily's P.O.V

It had been weeks since I had heard from my dad's base. He went off on a solo mission and there was no way of anyone getting a hold of him until he came back. I don't know about my mum but I've not been able to sleep ever since he gave us that phone call telling us that he was going to be flying solo for a while. I kind off had to suffer all on my own. I couldn't go to my friends. I knew that they would support me but with everything that had happened to Aria and the rest of us because of Ezra, it didn't feel bad enough to give them something else to worry about. Maybe in a couple of weeks.

"Momma momma momma momma momma,,,"

"What?" It was Charlie. Ali had gone off on some sort of fancy business trip with Hannah and had left me with Charlie. His black hair was ruffled and stuck up in a load of random places. Just by looking at him, you could tell that Ali wasn't here. She always made sure that he looked perfect. Like his life was one big photoshoot. Movie. Documentary. That everyone was always looking at him 24/7.

"This came in the post for you momma." He handed me a small brown envelope with scruffy handwriting all over the front. Ali's name was crossed off and had been replaced with mine in this same scruffy scribble.

"Thank you Charlie. You can go around to Billie's if it's alright with his parents."

"YAY! Thank you momma!" I didn't want to open the letter. I felt like bad news. No. That was just stupid. It could just be from Ali. Or the team. I had a feeling that it wasn't.

Inside the envelope was a small battered looking letter and another better looking one. There were a couple of photos in perfect shape. That made me think that it was from Aria. I was wrong. There were tear stains on the slightly ripped letter. I read that one first.

Dear my sweet Emy,

I don't know if you'll ever get this but I have to at least think that you will. I don't know how much you know but you deserve to know everything. The base has been hijacked and almost everyone was killed. I managed to get away without a scratch but I don't know how much longer that will be true. I can feel them following me. I think that they think that I'll lead them somewhere. I don't know much but I do know one thing. I love you Emy. I might not ever be able to say that to your face ever again but I do. I'm sorry Emy.

Dad xxx

My eyes were already full with tears. He was dead. He. He couldn't be. I picked up the second letter and started to read it. The writing was neater. Not my dad's. Almost like it had been written on a computer.

I take it that you already read the other letter. And if you have then you're wrong. He's not dead. That would have been easy. Way too easy. For him. For me but especially for you. I'm back. And I am NEVER going away. -A

Spencer's P.O.V

"SETTLE DOWN EVERYONE! Good. Now that you're all quite, Mr Armadale will be retiring and I will be taking his place as head of this university. There will be a lot of rule changes but you will be able to handle it. All Freshmen's will not be allowed out after ten UNLESS it's a Saturday. Don't start laughing all of you Sophomores. You will not be allowed out past 11 unless it's a Saturday. STOP GROANING. This rule will be enforced at the beginning of next week so get all of your partying done now. That's all. You may head to class." I stepped down off the podium as my shiny black heels squeaked on the huge sport's hall floor.

"Well that's one way to get all of the children to hate you Mrs. Cavanaugh." It was Janet. She taught 1st year geography.

"Spoken like a true geography teacher."

"What ever are you implying?"

"Geography teachers aren't exactly everyone's favourite sort of teacher."
"I'll let you know that my students love that we are learning about different types of sand depending on the climate." She said with a little smirk. Like she was holding back giggles.

"OK." I said laughing. "I rest my case."

My office was big enough to fit at least two different classrooms into it. It had a long black, reclining sofa stretched out along the back wall with a diamond glass coffee table in front of it. On that stood a 63 inch plasma T.V. On the far wall there was a mini bar with a coffee maker, toaster, mini fridge and blender. My desk was placed at the opposite wall. It was a carved oak desk with a black marble top. It had my MacBook and my photos on it. I had one of those leather, black spinny bar stool things behind my desk and behind that was my wall of filing cabinets. I had multiple canvases hanging up around my room that the students had painted for me. The floor was made out of polished birch wood.

I sat down at my desk. I hadn't been getting much sleep lately. Toby had come down with some sort of flu and was always calling me. I checked my E-Mails. Empty. I decided to get some more of my work organised. I was a mental helper. You could say. People with problems could come and talk to me. About drugs, alcohol or even just a broken washing machine.

That second my computer started to flash. One new message. I opened up my E-Mails and found a new E-Mail from a blocked number. Strange. I clicked on the E-Mail and read it aloud.

To: Spencercavanough .uk

From: BlockedID

Dear Spencer,

I need help. I'm addicted to something. Something bad. I heard her say it. That it's like a drug. After the first one, you just can't stop. Do you know what it feels like to be gone for a while and then come back? Or should I be asking Alison that? You see Spencer. I'm addicted to Aria, Emily, Ali, Hannah and you. So let me tell you my real message. LET THE FRIGGIN GAMES BEGIN! -A

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Hannah's P.O.V

I felt bad about leaving Caleb and the kids behind. I knew that I had to come on this trip but I just felt bad. With everything going on back home. The manikin that I was working on was wearing a cute little green, black and white leaf tank top that stopped about an inch before were the belly button would be. She was wearing a biker style leather jacket with a pair of denim short shorts. Perfect. Just one more thing.

"Have you finished with the looks yet Hannah?" Ali screamed from downstairs.

"Just finishing the last one!" I shouted back.

"Well hurry UP! we only have 5 minutes until we're on." I hated Ali when she was in this sort of a mood. She turned into a right diva.

The show was epic. So many people turned up. Although, I was a bit sad when I noticed that Caleb wasn't there. I suppose that it was stupid to even think that he would be. He needed to look after the kids and had to stay at home with his job.

It was already late by the time that I got back to my apartment. Ali and were staying in a penthouse flat in London. It was luxury.

When I got in, I kicked off my boots and headed straight to my bedroom. The small one. I shut the door and started to take my clothes off and put my P.J's on. The second that my head hit the pillow I wanted to fall straight asleep. I couldn't though. I'd promised Caleb that I would ring him, or text him, every night. I noticed that I had 1 missed message. I opened it.

I've never understood long distance relationships. They always seem to end badly. Betrayal. Hatred. Anger. I, of course, have never had a long distance relationship. I'm the one who ruins them. And have I got a treat for you. Unfortunately, I don't mean the type that you can eat. :( I'm back bitch. And I hurt more than a hangover. More than the night after. -A

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The pictures that blared into my skull tore my heart out. Caleb looked so peaceful fast asleep. That was until I noticed the hand. With the dagger clinging to it. Resting on Caleb's throat.