A/N: So I didn't plan on getting this chapter up so soon because well I didn't have anything written yet but I sat down and just couldn't stop writing tonight. I want to thank everyone who put this story on their favorite stories and I want to thank the following people for reviewing the last chapter: OTHangles, SolitudeMyLove, Bela23, mcbway, OnMymind143, my Hemily anons, and ChcolateYuriObssesser. It means a lot that you guys took the time to review so thanks, this chapter is for you guys.

Chapter 3 recap:

Emily shook her head, "No she wouldn't have said yes if she didn't want to talk to me." She paused seeing the look on Spencer's face "Don't worry, I'll take care of her Spence." Emily said as she wrapped Spencer up in a hug.

Spencer nodded and returned the hug, "Don't forget to call me Em." She said as Emily ran out of her room.

Spencer let out a breath as she heard the front door close. She moved to the window and watched as Emily quickly got into her car and started it up, carefully backing out of the driveway. She sighed and sat on her bed, putting her hands in her hair. A small beeping noise broke her silence and she reluctantly pulled it from her looked at it like it was going to kill her and then devour her body after her heart stopped beating. Reluctantly she opened her phone and clicked on the little envelope.

It sucks watching your two best friends fall for each other doesn't it Spence? Especially when poor little Spencer has feelings for one of them. Don't worry, I'll try my best to break them up for you.

XOXO
-A

Emily's Pov:

Emily quickly threw a reassurance over her shoulder to Spencer as she made her way down the stairs of the Hasting's house. She opened the door closing it quietly with a click before walking over to her car and getting behind the wheel. She paused taking a breath, everything was moving so fast. A was getting starting to get on her nerves more than normal. First there was the outing her to her homophobic mother after she had actually been able to open herself up to a girl; a girl that wasn't Ali. It had been a huge step for Emily and A had to ruin it by opening her-his damn mouth. And now A was attacking her best friend that she has feelings for- wait did she have feelings for Hanna?

Emily bit her lip and shook her head, staring up her car and backing out of the drive way. It wasn't about A right now, it was about Hanna. She needed to find the blonde and apologize for how she acted last night and then they needed to sit down and have a talk about what actually happened. Everything was still a bit fuzzy for Emily to completely comprehend.

Spencer's Pov:

Spencer was still sitting on her bed, her head in her hands. Her phone lay next to the wall across from where she was sitting. In a fit of rage and a case of overwhelming emotions she had lost control of everything and threw her phone against the wall. She was so tired of A picking on her and her friends. Sometimes she still didn't understand how this was happening to them. Was this karma getting back at them for acting like bitches for a few years? No the bitching had come from Ali...but they never did anything to stop her. Maybe they deserved it in a weird way.

Spencer let out a sob, finally letting the pressure of A, her friends, school, Melissa, and Ian get to her. She was supposed to be the strong one out of her group of friends and yet she was the one crying on her bed having absolutely no clue as to how to fix the problem that they had found themselves in. She was supposed to protect her friends, and destroy anyone who had dared to hurt them, but she couldn't, not when she didn't know who was torturing them.

Hanna's Pov:

Hanna had ran from the Hastings's house; running was probably an understatement, she had all but fled from that house. Her heart was pounding in her chest as her feet hit against the sidewalk as she ran. She didn't know where she was going she just needed to get out of there. Everything had been perfect and A had to ruin it as usual. She collapsed onto the nearest bench, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to regain her breath. Tucking her head in between her knee's she let a few tears fall from her eyes.

She didn't have a problem about being outed by A, she had a support system already set up behind her to catch her if she ever fell. The problem was she really didn't even know if she was gay, everything had moved so fast last night and she was still trying to work through the morning after after shock. A didn't give her a chance to evaluate what her feelings were before the rug was pulled from out underneath her. Clutching her chest she let out a breath and sat back against the bench, only to jump slightly when she heard her phone go off. Reaching into her jacket pocket she pulled out her phone and smiled at the picture that appeared on her caller ID.

"Hello?" She answered quietly.

"Hanna? Where are you?"

Hannah sniffled slightly, trying to control her emotions. "I don't know, I just ran."

"Can I come pick you up?"

She shrugged her shoulders before rolling her eyes when she realized that the girl couldn't see her. "Sure, I guess. Just take a right when you leave Spencer's house and you'll find me eventually."

"Okay I'll be there soon, be careful Hanna."

Hanna turned off her phone and placed it back into her jacket pocket. She sighed, wrapping her arms back around herself as she looked around trying to see where she had ran off to. Surprisingly she had made it quite far and found herself sitting on the bench where they had tried to set up Alison's memorial.

Now that Emily was on her way Hannah felt it was sort of imperative that she tried to figure out what she was feelings. She closed her eyes and tried to relax as she fell into her thoughts.

"Poor little Hanna."

Hanna quickly looked up and gasped when she saw who had interrupted her thoughts. There was Alison standing as cockily as she had the last time the girls had seen her. Her face was still that of a young girl that had died to young, 'lost in immortality' as she had once said. Her hair was curled and framed neatly around her face as it has always been and her eyes were still a beautiful blue. She looked almost exactly the same as she did the day she died, except her outfit was different.

"A-Alison?" Hanna stuttered out, still shock at seeing the girl who was supposed to be dead.

The younger girl only chuckled in response, the pity for the girl in front of her showing clearly on her face.

"It's not polite to stare Hanna." Alison giggled making her way over to the bench.

"I-" Hanna paused still not understanding how the other girl was her right now. "You're supposed to be dead, what are you doing here?"

Alison sighed and sat down next to Hanna. "That's not important right now Hanna, I'm here to help you." Alison smiled at Hanna, patting her softly on the legs.

"How are you supposed to help me?" Hanna asked, curious as to how the younger girl thought she could help.

"Oh Hanna.." Alison trailed off with pity. "I know about your feelings."

"Is that so?" Hanna asked rolling her eyes with annoyance. How the hell could everybody and their fricken mothers know about her feeling when she didn't even know what she was feeling. Was it too much to ask that she be left alone so she could figure it out. A slight clearing of the throat pulled her from her thoughts again, making her realize that she had actually said her 'thoughts' out loud.

"Attitude won't get you anywhere Han." Alison said condescendingly. "You need my help whether you want it or not, otherwise it will be to late."

Hanna looked up at her raising a questioning eye brow. "To late for what? What aren't you telling me Ali?" She asked getting even more frustrated with the girl

"Again that doesn't matter. Now stop interrupting me before you start to regret it Han, I'm going to talk and all you're going to do is listen okay?" Alison asked not waiting for an answer before she continued on with her talk. "You have feelings, feelings for Emily. You love the way she smiles at you when it's just the two of you in a room together. You love how protective she can get of her friends, there was a reason I called her bulldog." Alison giggled, smiling fondly at the thought of Emily. "You love how kind and compassionate she is towards others when she has every reason to be mean and spiteful towards them. You love her eyes and they way they sparkled when she's truly happy, and you love the way her lips make you feel like you're the only person in the world." Alison finished.

The silence overwhelmed them as Hanna was trying to take in everything her best friend had just said to her. How did Alison know all of that? She shook her head, not bothering to look up at Alison. Of course everything that Alison just said was true, she loved all of those things about and more about Emily.

Hanna snapped her head up and looked at Alison. "I like Emily." She whispered.

Alison laughed and stood up from her spot on the bench. "I say it's a little bit more than like Hanna, but whatever helps you sleep at night sweetie." She smiled down at Hanna, before leaning down. "I would tell her soon, you never know what could happen." Alison whispered into Hanna's ear.

Hanna felt herself shiver, feeling truly afraid of Ali for the first time. "What do you mean?" She asked leaning away from the girl.

Alison just shrugged as if it didn't matter. "My job here is done Hannykins, time to open your eyes."

Hanna gasped and opened her eyes feeling as if she had just come out of a very deep sleep. She jumped up from the bench and looked wildly around for her blonde best friend. Ali was nowhere in sight. Hanna couldn't help but wrap her arms back around herself, feeling the hairs on her neck rise from how freaked out she was.

"Alison couldn't have been here, she's dead. Her body is buried somewhere deep in the ground, she's dead." Hanna repeated to herself over and over until she had some sort of normalcy returning to her body.

She must have fallen asleep while trying to calm down. She took a breath and sat back down on the bench, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Alison was dead and she wasn't coming back, but that didn't stop Hanna from smiling at the realization of her feelings for Emily. She felt something nagging at the back of her mind and she knew it was important that she remembered.

"I would tell her soon, you never know what could happen."

Hanna was trying to understand what Alison had meant by her warnings, but she got her answer when she heard the screeching of tires and the crunching of metal.

"No! Emily!"

Spencer's Pov:

Spencer looked up from her home work when she heard her phone buzzing from its spot on the floor. Hesitantly she stood up and approached it, being down to pick it up. She wasn't sure if she could take anymore from A today, but that wouldn't make the message go away so she clicked the message.

Spencer,

I decided to take care of your little problem sooner than planned. You seemed like you needed a little pick me up. Hope you like it, I would say they're broken up wouldn't you?

XOXO

A

Spencer paled and didn't realize she was shaking until her phone buzzed again signaling a picture message. She swallowed hard, her heart beating fast against her chest before clicking the picture.

"No!" She screamed dropping her phone and running out of her room as fast as she could, the picture of Emily's dented car burning her eyes.

A/N: Haha I feel evil ;) Review please