Pretty Little Liars

Returned

My Sister's A Bitch

The Hastings house was unsurprisingly quiet. Melissa was back in town, but she wasn't really in a talkative mood. Spencer suspected she was trying to dodge any questions that had to do with London or whatever. Even more, Spencer started noticing her fathers odd behavior towards her older sister. At first, Spencer was going to ask Melissa about it, but she was not in the mood to piss her sister off – that was the last thing she wanted to do, right now. Spencer was in her room, folding clothes ever so neatly. So far she's been doing really well staying sober after speeding for practically half the year. Thinking over it now, it was a pretty stupid thing she ever did... for the second time. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as last time when she couldn't remember a whole damn summer. Neatly hanging everything in her closet and placing whatever didn't fit in her dresser, Spencer smiled triumphantly to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement coming from across the yard. When she got a better look, it was Alison walking across her window. It still felt really weird to see her best friend back from the dead, and in the public none of the less.

To Spencer's knowledge, Kenneth immediately made arrangements for Alison to start at Rosewood High School immediately that next week. Everything is going to be so different, now... Spencer was too busy looking out the window to notice someone walking into her room. "I always knew she wasn't really dead." Spencer whipped her head over to see Melissa standing in her room. The older girl was looking out the window, looking at the DiLaurentis house. When her eyes met Spencer's, she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't look at me like that, you're thinking the exact same thing!" Spencer muttered an apology and closed her curtains. It was always so awkward for these two sisters to be standing in the same room together. Spencer could practically feel Melissa's nerves getting to her. "Yeah well, it's not like there's anything to do about it, Melissa."

Biting her lip and rolling her eyes, Melissa leaned against Spencer's bed post. Her eyes were staring right down onto the floor, as if she was thinking about what to say next. "You're not afraid of her, are you Melissa?" Melissa's head shot up and she made a somewhat angry expression, "Damn right, I'm afraid of her!" Spencer's eyes widened with shock, she crossed her arms and looked at Melissa as if she was demanding her to go on. "I mean come on, she's been gone for two years faking her death, she's been hiding out at God knows where, goes around wearing a red coat and a mask..." Melissa suddenly stopped what she was saying, and Spencer looked as if she was about to jump out of her skin. "How did you know that?" Melissa scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Because Spencer, I saw her with it!" Then Spencer accused Melissa of actually seeing Alison the night of the fire at Thornhill, but Melissa shook her head. "No, not at the lodge, at Ra... Look it doesn't matter, okay? I just know she's up to something, and it isn't good!" Melissa was quick to turn around and started walking out of her sisters room, but Spencer ran in front of it, "No, you can't keep doing that! You can't keep trying to tell me something, and then just stop!" Melissa began to groan so furiously, Spencer could see her sister begin to shake. "I was there, okay?! I was in... Ravenswood." Spencer took a step back, looking shocked. "No... no you were in London." Melissa sighed and rubbed her head. "I was but... I got this anonymous message. They said you and your friends were in danger so I went to Ravenswood so I could follow you!"

"Because you wanted to know if Ali was alive. You needed to see it for yourself." Melissa crossed her arms and looked down at the ground. "Did you take a picture of us? And sent to it to the police?" Melissa shook her head immediately. "No, I wasn't the one who did that. But I think I know who did." Spencer leaned up to Melissa. "It was..." but before Melissa could tell Spencer, their mother called them for supper, and Melissa rushed downstairs, clearly telling Spencer that she had absolutely no intention of telling her. That's alright, she thought with a grim look, I'll get it out of her soon enough. Her eyes were glaring when she headed out the door, missing the BLEEP from her laptop, which was sitting on her desk. A window had popped up with a message.

You may be safe now, but just wait Spencer. Don't think having Alison back is all gonna be smiles and giggles, because I'll make sure it's the exact opposite. Sleep tight, Bitch! -A

Spencer got to Melissa's heels as they were walking down, much to Melissa's annoyance, "Melissa you have to tell me what you know!" Melissa whirled herself around, took one look at Spencer, then continued down the stairs. Melissa told Spencer she didn't want to talk about it now, and added not to threaten to tell their parents. The last thing Melissa wanted was for Veronica and Peter, two lawyers, to get into this situation. It was so Melissa, too. Saint Melissa couldn't possibly piss off Mommy and Daddy so she could stay in her I'm so perfect, love me! bubble. "Melissa, I really think we should talk..." Melissa was not completely in Spencer's face. She made sure their parents weren't around to see, "Look, stop asking me about it! I shouldn't even have brought it up! You may know a lot Spencer, but with me, you have no idea what's going on!" Melissa rushed into the dining room leaving Spencer alone to collect her thoughts. What the hell was up with Melissa? Was she being threatened, now? Was this some N.A.T. Club type of thing? Or maybe... Could Melissa actually be A? Was she lying when she told Spencer she was only trying to keep her safe? It was the perfect alibi, you know. Perfect Sister trying to protect the Little Sister when in actuality, Perfect Sister was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike her down! God, that was so perfect.

At that point, Spencer had it. She couldn't deal being here right now, when Melissa clearly was involved with A or that night in Ravenswood or whatever the hell she was in. She grabbed her coat and her keys and marched outside, storming over to the DiLaurentis house. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped herself. Was she really running to Alison? Did Ali even want to be bothered right now? Things were different now, she just couldn't go over to Alison's again when shit hit the fan. When she turned back towards her house, she swore she saw someone slip through the shadows near the house. Heart racing, she ran over to see who the hell was in her yard, but there was nobody. It was just her eyes playing tricks on her. What if it wasn't, though? What if someone really was spying on her, right now? Get a grip, Spencer! She concluded there was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. Nobody was here. Nobody was watching her. She took in a deep breathe and headed back inside the house. Spencer made her way over into the kitchen when Peter stuck his head out, "Foods getting cold, Spence." His daughter nodded and told him she'd be there shortly. Fine, she would just deal with Melissa. She was totally done with the whole "I'm so fragile" Melissa had going on, and if she had to be tough, she would be! Of course that always got her into trouble. But seriously, who cared anymore? It wasn't like Melissa was innocent anyway... right?

In the dining room, Spencer sat right across from Melissa, who was too busy concentrating on her plate of food to acknowledge anyone around her. Peter and Veronica were discussing work, clients, cases, the usual lawyerish stuff, and Spencer was just giving Melissa the "I Will Get It Out of You" look. She looked around the table to engulf what she was going to eat for dinner. Veronica had prepared a huge roast, mashed potatoes, vegetables, special homemade gravy(Spencer's favorite), but there wasn't any rolls or biscuits. Veronica tried her best to keep away from those. "So Melissa, would you like to share about what you did over in London?" Melissa looked over at her mother, who was staring right at her. So was her father. "Uh. I was busy with my internship. You know, working. It was really cold there too," as she said that, she glanced over at Spencer who was rolling her eyes, "but yeah, I didn't get to do any shopping or anything." To keep her from talking more about it, she stuffed a fork full of potatoes in her mouth. What a fucking...

"And how are you Spencer?" Damn Veronica for interrupting Spencer's thoughts! "Is everything going well for... you know?" Spencer sighed a little, knowing her mother was talking about the Return of Alison DiLaurentis. That was what everyone was calling it. Spencer recalled all the newspaper articles, eating up Ali's return. Alison DiLaurentis: SHE'S BACK AND SHE'S ALIVE! Or DEAD GIRL, TURNS NOT-SO-DEAD! Honestly, it got old really fast. Surprisingly, Alison didn't seem to be enjoying the publicity either. A was still out there, so Spencer didn't understand why the police would allow those articles to get out. She was surprised Mr. DiLaurentis didn't do anything to stop the publicity either.

The Hastings continued their dinner, in silence, until there was a buzz coming from someones pocket. At first, Spencer thought it was her phone, but it wasn't. Melissa, looked embarrassed, took her phone out apologizing. "I'll turn it..." before she could finish, she dropped her phone on the table, making a loud clatter. The other three in the room gave her a look. At first, Spencer thought it was probably a text from Ian claiming to be alive, but then she remembered his body going down in his grave. "Is everything... O.K. Melissa?" Spencer decided it was the best time to try to push Melissa for answers. Her sister shot a look at her, but then smiled to hide her true emotions. "No, it was just someone I met in London." Spencer noted Melissa turning her phone off. She didn't even reply to whoever sent her a text. Bitch. The dinner went on, but Veronica was still being really nosy. She kept asking Melissa about her internship, which her daughter tried her best to dodge. When she asked Spencer the same damn nosy question, Spencer was going to just answer "Nothing", but then she decided to be a little bold. "Well, I was thinking about taking Ali to the mall with Aria, Hanna and Emily. And then we're probably going to have..." She hit a dead end, but then blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "... a sleep over. In the barn." Melissa, Peter, and Veronica just looked at her. What the fuck did she just say?! Was she going crazy? Melissa just frowned and placed her fork on her plate, "That's not funny, Spencer." She said it just so perfectly. Again, Bitch. Spencer had thought with a sneer. "I know it's not, but it was Ali's idea." That was a lie, of course, but it wasn't going to hurt anyone... at least she hoped it wouldn't.

Veronica and Peter continued to eat, while their daughters jabbed at their food. As soon as dinner was over, Spencer shot back up to her room. Yeah she wanted to get out, but seriously, where would she go right now? To Aria, Hanna or Emily's and leave Ali high and dry? Or could she actually just go to Ali's? Getting into her room, she closed the door with just force that it not only made a loud bang, but it make a few things shake. Sighing, Spencer collapsed on her bed, feeling suddenly exhausted. About to go to sleep, she heard a loud BLEEP!. Sitting up, she looked over at the IM she received from A. She walked over, sat down, and just froze in her chair, heart immediately racing. "Oh my God..." suddenly it began to sink in, that A, whoever the fuck A was, was going to be very, very bad news. It did jump across a fucking building, for Gods sake. Slamming her laptop shut, she leaned back and took in a deep breathe. "Oh shit, shit, shit..." came out as a whisper. Opening her eyes, she walked over to her window, looking across to Ali's room. There, she saw Alison and someone else talking to her. Squinting her eyes, she got a better look at whoever was talking to her. It was CeCe Drake.