"What's the detention center?"
It took them a minute to answer me but I stood waiting with expecting eyes as Aria and Toby continued to stare through the exit way where Spencer had just been taken out of. It was obvious how much they both loved Spencer, I don't know if Toby knows how much Aria loves Spencer, but I don't know if Aria loves her as much as he does anyway. I remember on my second day when he brought her, her breakfast and had shaped it in a heart form and told her he would of gave her a pretty flower but it would be nothing compared to her beauty. Whereas Aria just argued with her over food and her being too lazy to get her own.
"Just as it sounds . . . It's a sort of shack behind the building where they try to detain problems. They'll probably use reverse psychiatry on Hanna and shock therapy on Spencer" Shauna said causing Aria to give her a sharp look before walking up to Wren-who had walked back in the room- with Toby beside her, "Are you close with them?"
"With who?" I ask not really starring at Shauna but instead at Aria and Toby as they talked to Wren. I wanted to know what they were saying; I wanted to know more about the detention center and shock therapy
"Them . . . Aria, Spencer, Hanna, and Toby . . . I guess Caleb too"
"Well you know this place, everyone knows everyone, it's a space place and when you put a group of people in a small space they're bound to know each other"
"So you knew Jenna Marshall?"
I my eyes widen and I falter for a second before turning to her with a questioning look, "I've heard of her . . . I didn't really know her though, her accident happened early and I was still kind of new"
"Accident . . . yeah, that's what they're calling it" Shauna smirked with a scoff before turning her gaze to Aria, "You know she and Aria had a thing"
"Jenna?"
"Yeah, but then some guy got in the way . . . Ezra I think his name was. Aria had gotten out of this place, ran clean away but they found her. Jenna told me that she met Ezra at some bar or pub or something. Jenna was like a love sick puppy ever since"
"Ezra . . . Wait as in Ezra Fitz?"
"I don't know his last name Jenna wouldn't tell me" She looked to me again, "Why do you know who he is?"
"No . . . Aria has just mentioned his name before" Great now I'm lying again.
"Oh so you and Aria are close?" What does she want from me?
"I've got to go, I want to hear what they're saying" With that I step away from Shauna and over to Aria and them
"Wren, you know you can't do this" Toby nearly shouted as I approached
"Will we have to detain you too?" Wren questioned before turning to Aria, "You understand don't you Aria?"
"I'm too stupid to understand anything you say Wren remember?" She sneered so I'm guessing their conversation wasn't going well, "I'm not stupid . . . I don't talk because I don't want to, because I don't like you, because you and your staff are terrible people and are treating us like animals"
"Aria" I warn as I wrap my arms around her small waist and began to slowly pull her away from the argument before she ended up like Spencer and Hanna. Spencer would kill me and Toby if anything happened to Aria while she was away.
"Aria I know how overactive your imagination can be sometimes, you may not know what's really happening around you"
"I'm not Schizophrenic Wren. I'm not stupid. I'm not schizophrenic. I have M.P.D, okay. I get it, but at least I'm not torturing people without legal permission" Security members and staff start to surround us as I pull Aria closer to me and Toby tells her to be quiet, "I know what you do in the detention center, I've been there I saw you"
I start to drag her away and into the dorm hallways signaling to Toby that I've got her as I see him quietly talking to Wren and Shauna followed helping a little as Aria began to thrash in my arms screaming.
"Aria . . . Aria calm down please you have to calm down. Screaming is not going to bring Spencer back here . . . she's in the detention center . . . she's going to be there for a while and you have to deal with it. Just for now okay, for her." Aria glared at me not fully believing all of what I was saying as she shouted
"I've been there Emily . . . you don't know what it's like, it's awful. The people in the center are monsters and don't care who it is or what it is as long as they get to torture it. They just shock and shock until you can't feel anything in your body for months. Oh god they're going to keep her down there for ever . . . she sent Caleb to the hospital and got into a fight with Hanna, twice already. She made that makeshift knife, god she broke like their top three rules here" Aria ranted and by the time we had issued her to her room she was in full on tears. God her mood changes quicker than Hanna changing the channel on the dayroom TV when the cooking channel came on.
"It's okay Aria . . . you know Spencer is strong, why don't you tell me about the detention center. You don't have to tell me everything but just things you want to get off your chest, it doesn't even have to be about the detention center, it could be about anything you want" After I say this Aria gives a glare behind me and I remember that Shauna had followed us to help me control Aria and calm her down, "Oh . . . uh Shauna . . . thanks for helping but can you uh . . ."
I don't finish but I know that Shauna gets what I mean once she nods and says, "Goodbye Adriana" She looked to me than Aria again as I scoot closer to Aria at the edge of her bed, "Goodbye Emily"
She left after that closing the door behind her a little and I can see Aria relax a little. She slid off the bed and took a seat at the desk across from the bed and asked, "Do you know her?"
"Who Shauna, just from today when she introduced herself. Why?"
"She's not a good person . . . she doesn't like us . . . any of us. Me, Spencer, Hanna . . . I'm pretty sure she won't like you either because you hang out with us" Why must I always be punished because I'm with them? What is it about these three girls that cause so much drama?
"She told me you and Jenna had a thing" Aria's eyes widen at this and she sighs before leaning her head back against the edge of the chair, "Is . . . is it true?"
"It wasn't a thing . . . It's a long story"
"I have the time"
"Well . . . I was only fourteen-