PROLOGUE

A Twist Backwards

"AND HAVE ALL THE BOOKS IN THE "PRETTY LITTLE LIARS" SERIES BEEN BASED ON YOU?"

A gently toned voice asked. A blond appeared on the television screen of Hanna Marin, now beautifully grown with long blond hair. She ate out of a pale of ice cream, but not alone. Brighton Sears joined her, he was a handsome, muscular and very well-tanned man that she'd met some years ago when she thought it was safe to find love again, she'd hadn't dated since high school, when her and Mike Montgomery, brother to her best friend Aria, and her had fought. She never told a soul what he'd done to her, not even Brighton knew. Back on screen, a voice responded to Ellen DeGeneres. "Mostly," The voice responded. The camera cut to the guest star, who wasn't anyone new to Hanna, it was Aria herself. "Some thing's needed to be contained but for the most part they're all true and I do plan on continuing the series further if the fans are interested." A loud cheer came from the audience on screen and following that was Aria's always glamorous smile. Hanna smiled also. Brighton watched her smile, looking back and forth from the screen. "You know, you watch this girl a lot, always smile at the screen when she smiles, yet you don't own a single book of hers, is there something you'd like to tell me?" Brighton stared at her confused. The truth was, Hanna had never mentioned to Brighton about what the girls went through throughout their high school years. Once they'd discovered who –A was three times, it seemed as though it'd never end and having him unaware was probably the safest bet until she was on her death bed. She brushed a strand of her golden blond hair behind her ear and shrugged.

"It's nothing," Hanna said under her breath. "Her story is just really interesting."

"Then read the book," Brighton replied, shaking his head. "Seems more like you've got a bit of a woman-crush on her. Is that it, have you gone dyke on me?"

"No," Hanna laughed. "I haven't gone 'dyke' on you, I just don't want to read them, they seem like they'd be scary."

"Nah, it's probably just more of those bullshit stories. If someone really wanted to get rid of those girls, they would have murdered them from the start, not kill people around them, that's just dumb." Hanna snapped, turning her neck toward her fiancé.

"—A didn't want them dead, they wanted to torture the girls, it wasn't their fault they had secrets like everyone else!" Brighton stood confused.

"Alright then," He stood from the couch, grabbing the pale of Chunky Monkey from her hands. "I think you've had just enough sugar for tonight." Hanna sighed, if she was still as hefty as she'd been in freshman year, she could just chubby-bump his ass out of the way and run into the closet or something, that Chunky Monkey was really good… Brighton returned shortly, empty handed as he sat back down on the couch beside his wife. "So," He twiddled his thumbs. "Are you sure you're not going lesbian for that author?" Hanna smirked again.

"I'm sure, she's not my type."

"Damn, I think that would've been hot to watch." Brighton had always joked about Hanna being with another girl, she could never tell if he was serious or not.

"Never gonna happen." She stated firmly. They both laughed just as he leaned over her, pressing their lips together softly. They tore apart then reconnected, this time rougher. He laid himself on top of her, his hand rested gently against her hip. She giggled a bit as he caressed her hip up to her torso. Just as he raised his hand beneath her shirt, her ringtone had beeped upstairs. "Brighton," she said between their kisses.

"Can't you just ignore it?" He asked, as his hand travelled higher into her shirt but she pushed his hand down.

"No, it might be the event planner."

Brighton groaned, getting off of her. "Fine, go."

"Brighton, I'll be back," She defended. He was clearly pissed off, just like he'd always get when something interrupted their romantic time.

"Just go get your damn phone." Hanna sighed and rolled her eyes, getting up from the coach. She followed the beeping to her master bedroom, where her phone laid on her bed. She picked it up and turned it on, the message instantly appeared on the screen.

Ten year's is a long time, Hanna, but nothing stays buried forever and neither do I. See you soon! –A

"What the hell," Hanna stared at the message on her phone, her breathing getting harder. She was speechless.