A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! Had to turn this into a multi-chapter, too much drama to be had! Hope you enjoy! :) Let me know what you think!

Chapter 2

It seemed so obvious now, Spencer thought to herself as she took another step backwards. Her eyes roamed her surroundings, trying to figure a way out of the situation she was in. Then back to Jessica. It was so damn obvious. Every movement. Every mannerism. That fake as hell smile that curled it's way onto her face. It was all so… Jessica.

"So, what now?" Spencer asked, knowing her only option right now was to keep the older woman speaking, "Why are you even here? Coming to see my parents again? They're – "

"Still not home," Jessica finished, "I know. I saw you take that letter, Spencer. I knew you were up to something. You're a… Hastings. You're always up to something."

Spencer frowned.

"You know, you really shouldn't tell the creepy woman who turns up at your door that you're home all alone," Jessica drawled, the hint of a smirk on her face, "For such a smart girl, you make some stupid mistakes."

"I'm not the only one," Spencer shot back, "Isn't that why you killed your sister? Because you buried your daughter alive and were about to get caught for it. I'd say that's a pretty big mistake too, wouldn't you?"

Something flashed through Jessica's eyes before she composed herself, "That was a genuine mistake – "

"Which part? Killing Mary or burying your daughter?" Spencer looked to her back door, wondering what good it would do to make a run for it.

"She had no reason to live," Jessica waved a dismissive hand, "She would have thanked me if she could."

"You took her child from her," Spencer said quietly, "Then you took her life."

Jessica laughed mirthlessly, "You let emotion get in the way. It's always been your downfall."

"Did Mary even know Charlotte was alive?" Spencer asked.

Jessica sighed, "She didn't. At first. I told her Charles died a long time ago. But she never gave up the search… eventually, she found out the truth…somewhat. You can imagine her dismay when she received a letter from Charlotte saying she wanted nothing to do with the crazy bitch of a woman who had abandoned her."

"Charlotte never wrote that letter," Spencer said quietly, "And Mary never abandoned her. You took her and cut Mary out of the picture."

Jessica shrugged, "So, you see… by the time I found Mary, she was ready to die. A total wreck. She let emotion rule her. A pathetic way to live."

"Did Charlotte even know about her real mom?" Spencer asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

Jessica's eyes glowered and she took a step forward, "I was Charlotte's real mother. All that woman did was give birth. I raised Charlotte."

"And what a fantastic job you did," Spencer let anger creep into her voice, "You raised a daughter who was so… traumatised by her own mother that she grew up to manipulate and torture people. And she probably died because of it."

"You really have no idea," Jessica growled, "If she had stayed with Mary… if either… "

"If either what?" Spencer asked, "We know Mary had another child. Is it Alison?" Spencer had been secretly harbouring this theory, waiting to find some kind of proof before she presented it to her friends, "Did you really steal both of your sisters' babies and raise them as your own?"

"Oh, you stupid girl," Jessica rolled her eyes, "Alison has nothing to do with it."

"Then who – "

"For a smart girl, you make some stupid mistakes," Jessica said for the second time that night, "Think about it, Spencer."

Spencer blinked; she'd have bet money on Alison. She'd considered others of course, Jenna. Sara. Noel seemed likely. They didn't know much about his family. Even Andrew Campbell made the list.

"I don't…"

That smile came across Jessica's face again. That haunting, fake as hell smile. There was no warmth in it, her eyes remained steely.

"I remember when you were over one day," Jessica reminisced, "You girls were all bitching about your parents… as teenager girls do, I suppose. 'They make me feel like I'm not even a part of their family. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a Hastings at all.'"

It sounded familiar. Hadn't Spencer used to say things like that all the time? But it was just… sibling rivalry, wasn't it? Don't all teenagers feel like that sometimes?

Jessica moved intimidatingly close to the younger woman, "I guess you can call me Aunty Jessie," she winked.