"Aria, we can't call the cops." Ezra said as he stood in front of me, blocking my way to the phone.
I sighed. "I guess you're right." I said as I sat back down on the couch and let out a frustrated sigh. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I descreetly took it out and read the text. "Get over here asap" was all the message read, sent from Spencer. "You know, actually I think it's time for me to go. I'm gonna head over to Spencer's house." I said as I hugged him and walked toward the door.
"Call me tomorrow?" he said as he looked at me and smiled.
"You know it." I said as I winked at him. I walked out and closed the door behind me. I took out my phone and quickly texted Spencer. "On my way."
I quickly got into the elevator and made my way down to the first floor. By now it was dark. I hated being alone in Rosewood after the sun went down. My mind would run wild. I'd get paranoid that A was watching me. When, of course, I'm sure she was. When the elevator got to the lobby, I ran out to my car, hopped in, and locked the doors. I drove away so fast I doubt A even saw me leave. Thankfully, Spencers house was just a few miles away, so it didn't take me very long to get there.
I hadn't even had time to knock when Spencer opened the door. "Come in" she said, her eyes filled with tears.
"Spencer, what's wrong?" I asked. I looked over to the couch. There sat Hanna, Emily, and Melissa. Melissa was sobbing and Hanna and Emily were trying to comfort her.
"Come over here." she whispered as she led me into a room off of the main part of the house.
"Spencer tell me what's wrong, hun." I said as I looked at her.
"It-it's Melissa." she said as she began sobbing. I gave her a hug, hoping to comfort her. "What about Melissa?"
"She had a miscarriage." she was barely able to say before the sobbing got worse.
I felt tears come to my eyes. It was a while before Spencer finally stopped crying so hard and released from the hug.
"I am so sorry." I said. We walked back out into the living room where Melissa was still doubled over, weeping. I sat beside her and held her hand.
"We're gonna help you get through this, Melissa."
We were in that living room nearly an hour just trying to comfort Melissa and get her to calm down. It was about 12 midnight when Spencer's parents finally got home.
"We brought home leftovers!" their voices chimed as they came in through the front door. Suddenly the smiles on their faces were replaced with looks of extreme worry and confusion.
"Melissa." said as she ran over to the couch. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"The baby." she cried as she took her mothers hand. "My baby girl." was all she could get out of her mouth before she was again consumed in the heavy sobbing.
"What about the baby?" said, confused, as she looked at Spencer.
"It's dead!" Melissa screamed as she sprung up from the couch and ran up the stairs.
"No. This can't be." said as tears formed in her eyes. "Melissa!" she called as she ran up the stairs after her distraught daughter. did the same.
We just sat there on the couch for a while. Not knowing what to say. Suddenly, our phones rang. I hoped it wasn't another text from A. She had done enought damage for one night, and now was not the time. We looked at each other, and took out our phones. We read the text aloud in unison.
"Rock a BYE BABY. -A"
"NO." Spencer said as she looked at us. "No. A cannot be responsible for the death of this baby. Kill Allison, kill Ian, but the day she is the cause of the death of an innocent baby is the day she comes to an end." she said, with rage replacing the hurt in her eyes.
"I know A is coldhearted, but would she really stoop this low?" Emily said as she looked at us.
"How else would she know about the miscarriage?" Spencer responded.
"She very well could have been spying on us. We should know by now not to question how she knows things." Hanna said.
"I'll give her the benefit of the doubt until we can shed some more light on the cause of the miscarriage."
"Wait." I said. A very improbable, but quite possible idea running through my mind. "Remember all those drugs that Ian was getting from Ren? What if he gave some of the drugs to Melissa, and it caused the death of the baby. What if he never really wanted the baby at all, and he was trying to find a sneaky way to get rid of it."
The girls looked at me.
"That makes so much sense." Hanna said. "I mean, say Ian never wanted to have a kid, but when he found out Melissa was pregnant, he couldn't just ask her to get an abortion, so he found an easy outlet. Then, A staged the suicide and left the note.
"Speaking of that note. You'll never believe what Jason told me at the funeral.." I said. "He told me that he thought that he was responsible for Ali's death. Up until the day he found out that Ian admitted to killing her, he thought that he had killed her. He was drunk that night, and couldn't remember a thing. Which is why I wonder if maybe he's the real killer. Because after our creepy visit to the graveyard and seeing the end of that Ian Allison video. We now have reason to believe that Ian was not Ali's killer. And after Emily's research of the so called suicide note, we have good reason to believe that Ian didn't commit suicide, but rather, he was killed. Most likely by A.
"Why did we have to be the ones that A messed with?" Hanna said, frustrated. "I mean, imagine all of the fun we could be having if this wasn't such a big part of our lives. All the time now I regret ever even being friends with Ali. The only good thing that ever came out of it was growing closer with you three, and of course, no more hefty hanna. But I never thought it was possible for one person to be your best friend and your worst enemy."
"Have you guys ever imagined what life would be like if Ali never went missing. If nothing had ever changed. Where do you think we'd be now?"
"Probably dead." Hanna said.
We managed to let out a chuckle.
"Hanna's got a point though." Emily said. "Why don't we ever have fun anymore? We should all go out one night. Just forget this life. Leave everything behind and just have fun."
"Tomorrow night? 8:30? We'll get all dressed up and go clubbing." Hanna said as she smiled.
"Oh, I can't do tomorrow night. Ezra and I are going to an art museum." I said.
"Oh, wow, an art museum, sounds wild." Hanna said sarcastically.
"Why don't you just bring Ezra with you. We won't mind. We'll go somewhere out of Rosewood. We'll rent a limo and have a night on the town." Spencer said, looking happier.
"Alright." I said, actually pretty excited. "We'll have to go shopping tomorrow, of course. And I'll call Ezra and let him know.
I stepped out of the room and dialed Ezra's number.
"I'm sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected."