Technically chapter 4, but the second part of chapter 3! Review! Pm for requests or suggestions!

Aria POV

Gasps filled the room.

The tank top revealed my arms and my chest from an inch and a half above my breast, all the way up my neck, not much of my back was visible from my hair, and wouldn't have been anyway. They took me in, Emily's eyes filled and glossed over, Spencer's did too, but Hanna steeled herself, but I was Aria, I saw right through her. "Hanna, in my bathroom, grab a washcloth and wet it, ring it out, and bring it here please." Hanna did, she didn't say anything, no smart remark about bossing her around, or why Spencer couldn't do it, just walked into the bathroom and did as spencer asked. I looked at Emily out of the corner of my eye and noticed the look of terror hadn't washed itself off yet.

Hanna returned with the washcloth and handed it to Spencer, who walked toward me. Funny, I hadn't noticed her move away after she took off my jacket. I stood rigid; she put the washcloth up to my face. I moved only my upper body and dodged it. She came at me again, and we danced for only a few seconds before she caught my arm and I crumbled to the floor, whimpering, and on the verge of sobs. She went down with me; I didn't know how she ended up behind me, holding my hands in front of me, cooing into my ear.

"Shhh, Shhh, Shhh" she whispered in my ear. I let her. She wiped away the makeup on my face, revealing more and more cuts and bruises. I heard Emily whimper, watched her as numerous tears fell from her eyes, and she got up, and left, I heard soft thumps as she made her way down the stairs. Hanna watched her too. Spencer stopped, and got up to move in front of me. I didn't like the look on her face, in her eyes. It was a mix of so many things; Hanna's face was a duplicate. Pain, fear, anger, desperation, caring, the need to help. I didn't like it.

She cleared her throat, looked at Hanna, who nodded her head, I looked from one to the other. Looking at me seriously she said, "Aria, take off the rest of your clothes." I looked at her; terror ran across my face, furiously, I shook my head. She nodded; we fought with our heads for a few moments. "I can't" I told her. "Yes, you can, and you will." I looked at her with wide eyes, she held out her hand, and I took it. She pulled me up and I winced in pain. I stood there, backing as Hanna took a step towards me.

I gave in, I crossed my wrists at the hem of my shirt, and hooked my fingers under both tanks, pulling up hurt, and it hurt everywhere. Fire ran though me. It took me too long. Tears spilled over both of their cheeks as they took in the rest of my top half. I stood there, sheepishly, nowhere to look. Hanna cupped her hand over her mouth and swiveled her torso to look at the door, closing her eyes tight, tears squeezing between her eyelids. I heard her silent breath as she turned and pulled her hand away from her mouth.

"Jeans" Spencer said simply. I didn't fight it this time; I unbuttoned them and pulled them down. This time, Hanna put her hand out and turned, shaking her head, she left. Spencer took me in. The sight terrified her. I could tell. Tears continuously spilled over her cheeks. She turned around and closed the door. She looked at me, dead in the eye and asked a simple question, her voice harder and colder than ice. "Who?" She asked. I shook my head in reply. She said it again. I shook; again. "Fine." She said. She took a step closer. Looked me in the eye and said, "I know you won't want to do this, but I know this went further," she nodded her head once, "drop your bra."

I looked at her, absolutely stunned. How could she ask me to do such a thing? I shook my head violently. Her voice was hard as stone, and cold as ice, "Drop. Your bra." She said again. I didn't move. I didn't move when she went around me, taking in my back. I felt her fingers as they grazed the scratches, the cuts. I felt her outline the bruises. Her cold knuckles grazed my skin as she pulled the clasp of my bra out, and did it. I clenched my elbows to my sides, holding it in place. She came back around to the front. Her steely gaze would make anyone run, but I let my arms go limp, sending the bra fluttering to the floor. It was so bad on my breast. The bruises there, turning black. I knew she'd gone blank, her emotions had gone limp, she felt numb. She only looked for a few seconds before looking me in the eyes. Filled with sorrow, she caught me as my face scrunched, and I fell into her. We both went to the floor, and she cradled me as I sobbed loudly. Spencer drew circles in my back as she cooed.