Mallory walked over to the young man leaning against the far corner railing of the deck. He looked so lost, and why wouldn't he be. His girlfriend thought he cheated on her and before he could tell her what really happened, she was kidnapped by a psycho, coco-nuts killer. Everyone knew what this killer was capable of, and they all knew it was the same person who killed the girls. The person had carved 'Paradise Lost' into the wooden railing, right next to where there was a large blood stain. That particular information of the case had been held form the media.

Mallory didn't really know how to ease into what was on her mind, so she decided to dive right in. "Okay, I know that even though right now you're out-of-your mind worried about Halsley, you're also mad at her. Its okay, Spencer. She hurt you, she over reacted, and she doesn't trust you. It's okay to be mad."

"I just, I don't get it. I love her, she loves me. Why does she think I'd do something like that to her?" He told her.

"What do you know about Halsley?"

"I know that she has a healthy relationship with her parents, until today her friends have never betrayed her and I'm her first boyfriend."

"Alright," Mallory said, "Now I'm going to explain and/or debunk all of that. The reason she never had a boyfriend, all guys at our school were jerks. Not just normal jerks, the jerkiest jerks. And you have first hand experience on how Roxanne is."

Spencer nodded, noted how Mallory had thrown out the affectation nickname 'Roxi'.

"Well, what you experienced was a dulled version of what we're all use to. Summed up: In any normal high school, Roxanne would be the school whore."

"Normal?"

Mallory sighed before continuing. "You study human behavior, so I'm assuming you know something about this, but I'll explain it anyway.

"When a person-with a normal IQ- enters high school, their hormones are whacked. They start to feel things they've never felt before. They develop much more complicated feelings than happy, sad, and like.

"So it's easy to say that, though the love map is completed around mid to late childhood, it's explored and published in the teen/high school years. Halsley's high school and love map experience was about as bad as it can be with physical damage.

"Like I said before, we had the biggest jerks you could find. They'd mock anyone who wasn't 'hot'. Not only did that involve people who weren't physically appealing, but anyone who wasn't a jock or 'prep' or didn't sexual favors for the jocks and preps was included.

"Needless to say, Halsley quickly developed the idea that all men are disgusting pigs."

"But I'm not them." Spencer told her, "She should know I'm not like that!"

"And she does," Mallory reassured him, "If she didn't she wouldn't give her virginity to you." After saying that, she noticed the look on Spencer's face. Shock, realization and pride.

With a chuckle, Mallory continued with the explanation, "So now that you know why she doesn't trust men as a whole, let's go deeper. She saw Roxanne on top of you. To understand what went through her mind when she saw this, we once again have to go back to high school.

"Every guy we knew, and I mean EVERY guy, was obsessed with getting in Roxanne's pants. Any guy who spoke to me or Halsley was just using us to get to Roxanne."

"So seeing her boyfriend –from her point of view- making out with Roxanne, sent her back to high school." Spencer finished. He knew how terrible his high school career was, but that was everyday bullying. Granted, it's most definitely not something to be taken light of, but all his bullying did was make him a stronger person. What happened to Halsley though, messing with her mind and trust like that, that's drastically changed her psychologically. Whereas his bullying gave him the ability to better understand what other people are going through, Halsley's changed her for the worse.

"But wait," Spencer said, "You and Garrett having been going out 11 years, that means you dated in high school, so not every-"

"They dated." Mallory told, much to his surprise, "For about 6 months. She broke up with him in freshman year for this dead-head stoner. Two months later we started dating and never stopped."

Spencer groaned and ran a hand over his face. As much as he hated it, from Halsley's point of few, in that particular moment, he didn't have a leg to stand on.

"If she just let me explain." He said.

"I know." Mallory told him. "And so does she."

That threw him through a loop.

"Imagine for a moment if you saw, say Morgan, shoving his tongue down Halsley's throat. Would you really stop for an explanation?" Mallory asked. A sigh and drooping head gave her the answer.

"I, I just wish she'd trust me." Spencer admitted in a whisper.

"She will, Spence." Mallory said, placing a reassuring hand on his arm, "Trust me. You've only known each other for what, 12 or 13 days? It takes longer than that for true trust to build."

Spencer sighed again, before saying "I guess you're right."

A few moments passed in silence before Mallory said, "She wanted to apologize."

Spencer's head shot up and he looked at her in pure surprise.

"I talked to her about two minutes after she came out," Mallory told him, "She was in tears. She told that she was so mad at herself for flying off the handle and wanted to tell you how sorry she was, but she was too scared that you would be like her and not let her talk. I told her she should just suck it up and try. She asked me to give her a few minutes to build her confidence, so I left her alone. About ten minutes later you came to check on her and found this." She said, motioning to everything going on in front of them, all of the agents and police officers milling around, going over every inch of deck and beach for any evidence they could find.

"I have to find, Mallory." Spencer whispered. "I just have to."

Her head was throbbing, and bleeding. That definitely wasn't good. She was moving, well, she wasn't moving, but whatever she was lying on was moving. And there was a rumbling. She was in a car.

She thought back to what had happened.

She was about to go in and find Spencer when Roxi came out. Before Halsley had the chance to ask her what the hell she wanted, Roxi had kicked her in the shin. In her moment of weakness, Roxi had shoved her across the desk.

She remembered someone pulling her up by her hair, before bashing her head against the railing.

For some reason, when she woke up, she was still lying on the deck. Before she could comprehend what was happening, someone began dragging her. Down a few steps and Halsley was out like a light again.

And now here she was. In a car, bleeding form the head, with the woman that violated her boyfriend, beat the crap of her and- Halsley was pretty damn sure- killed multiple women.

"What was with the song?" Halsley asked, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"Paradise Lost?" Roxi asked from the driver's seat. Halsley noted how normal she sounded.

"Yeah. I mean, I thought 'Sell Your Soul' was your song." She explained, just imagining they were back in the lunch room.

"That's the song to my mom," Roxi explained with a laugh.

"Okay, that still doesn't explain why you chose 'Paradise Lost' out of all the songs we know." Halsley told her, using the term 'we' to make the nutter-butter think they were still friends.

"I don't know, it just seemed to sum up all of my feelings, ya know?"

"Ya, I know." Halsley said before getting quite. 'I know you're completely insane and I want to ram your face into the steering wheel.'

"Are you mad at me?" Roxi asked a few minutes later, her voice genuinely worried.

'No, not at all you boyfriend stealing whore.' Halsley thought with sarcasm, actually saying, "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because I tried to steal Spencer from you." Roxi explained in shame.

"Oh, no, I'm fine with that."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you deserve happiness after the shit your Mom and Step-dad put you through." Halsley falsely told her, knowing that's what she wanted to hear.

"See, Moo-bear, that's why I love you." Roxi exclaimed, a smile evident in her voice. Halsley felt a glimmer of hope at the sound of her old nickname. "That's why I'm going to make sure you're happy when you die!" Well, fuck.

"How are you going to do that?" Halsley asked, her voice surprisingly even.

"I'm taking you to Heron Rookery Trail."

"Really?" Halsley asked, faking excitement, "That's awesome, I haven't been there in years!"

"I know, that's why I decided to take you there. You be quite, you must have a headache." Roxi told her.

Halsley did as she said, and prayed to God that Mallory and Garrett could help the agents find her, for they were the only ones who had a chance at knowing where this psycho bitch was taking her.

A/N: Just for future information, I've never been to the Heron Rookery Trails, so in the next chapter, I'll be describing it via pictures from Google and various websites.