Hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to get this to you. I really have no excuse other than I was really busy and life got in the way. Either way I apologize for the insanely long wait and I hope you all continue to read and enjoy this.

Later today I'm going to update this chapter with some responses to everyone's feedback. I love hearing what you all have to say and it inspires me to keep writing this. This chapter is sort of a climax chapter because everything after this leads the story to the end.

And I am going to try and update more often since my schedule has died down a bit. Anyway, I hope you all like it. Let me know what you think because I went back and forth with this chapter and I'm not sure that I'm completely satisfied with it now. Or maybe that's just me over thinking. :) Either way... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I Don't own SON. Just borrowing the characters to tell my story.


Chapter 38: Déjà vu

Spencer's POV

As I'm running down the street with Mrs. Wyatt and Taylor, all I can do is toy with the millions of scenarios running through my head. I can see the red and blue lights from the cop cars and ambulances, and the closer I get, the bigger the hole in my stomach seems to grow. This has Déjà vu written all over it and I can't seem to shake the feeling that whatever is going on in the center of this massive crowd of people up ahead, is going to somehow bite me in the ass. There's a reason I never trusted these people and I'm not about to begin now. So, you better believe that I'm keeping my guard up.

I start to think about Ashley as I keep running and that immediately makes me begin to wonder if she is the one who got hurt. Because I'm pretty sure that if it was her that any common sense that I still have would go out the window and I wouldn't care anymore. I would just lose it and go postal on some people. But I know deep down that it isn't her because I know I would feel it. I would just know. And since my heart isn't exactly shattered it gives me hope that she'll come back once she has herself sorted out. It gives me hope that maybe she hasn't given up on me after all. But that doesn't stop my mind from wondering if someone took something out on her in an effort to get to me because if I'm being honest, that's probably the only thing I am afraid of right now.

And then I start to think that maybe it's not as bad as I really know it is. But that would just be me trying to fool myself into believing that any of these people have a conscience. And then I think that not being able to see Ashley has made me start to crawl back into some kind of weird bubble where everything is ok. But even I know it's not and the closer I get the more that thought is confirmed. I can hear some people talking loudly and others crying. I can hear yelling and I can hear the Sheriff telling everyone to 'get back' through his megaphone as he stands on top of one of the police cars.

I begin to push my way through the insanely large crowd and hear some people gasp as they realize that it's me coming through. The Sheriff doesn't seem to notice me as he continues to talk into the megaphone until I make my way to the front and under the police tape blocking off the town square. He stops talking and I stop dead in my tracks as I look over to the bandstand. A million memories run through my head in that moment and, as I remember the night I got arrested, I am brought back into a nightmare that I thought I left behind a long time ago.


Me, Kyla, Glen, Madison, Aidan, Clay, and Chelsea, are all sitting in my living room watching a movie. It has been three weeks since Maryanne was killed and left in the cabin and we weren't allowed to really go anywhere because we were all witnesses to a crime, or so they told us. But, the truth was that we all knew what happened and because no one would talk they had us pretty much on lockdown.

About forty-five minutes into the movie, there's a knock at the door and I can hear my mother walk out of the kitchen to answer it. I hear Sheriff Whitely's voice as my mother lets him in and walks him into the living room where we are all scattered around. Kyla mutes the movie and looks at me for a minute before turning to Sheriff Whitely who is practically burning holes into Kyla's eyes through his glare. For a minute I am slightly confused until the Sheriff starts to talk calmly.

"Spencer." He says evenly as I turn my attention to him. "Would you please stand up?"

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion as I slowly stand up and make my way over to him.

"Turn around please and place your hands behind your back." He says dejectedly and then it hits me.

He's arresting me for this murder. He's arresting me for something that I had nothing to do with and by the way he's talking, a part of me starts to believe that maybe he knows the truth and doesn't want to be doing this.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Maryanne Wyatt." He says putting the handcuffs lightly around my wrists. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

And slowly I see my life slipping away and pure anger filling my entire body as I turn around and look Sheriff Whitely in the eye.

"You're kidding me right?" I say with venom in every word. "You know I didn't do this." I say glaring at him and I see him swallow hard.

"Spencer." I hear Aiden say from behind me. "We're trying to help you. You need help. And we're all scared that you might not stop hurting people."

And that is when I realize that Aiden is the one behind all of this. He's the one who hurt her and he's pinning it on me to save his own ass. I should have known that bastard would pin this on me if I didn't say anything. I turn towards him and glare into his eyes.

"Fuck you, Aiden." I say as my blood boils even more and I move my gaze to Kyla, silently pleading with her to say something. Anything. But she doesn't.

Sheriff Whitely grabs my shoulder and turns me back around.

"That's enough, Aiden." He says sternly, never moving his gaze from mine. "Spencer, you have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?"

"Yeah." I say angrily.


And in that moment I vowed that I would not let Aiden get away with what he did. I wouldn't let any of them get away with it. And now as I stand here looking at the bandstand, unable to move my gaze, I am brought back to the night Maryanne was murdered. I see the blood splattered all over the bandstand. I see the rope tied securely to the rafters at the top of the dome. I see the cuts and the bruises that the blood is trying to cover. And I get sick to my stomach as my eyes focus on the lifeless body hanging in the town square. My breathing picks up and I stumble backwards as I stare at my father's brutally murdered body.

My ears start to ring and I can hear Kyla off in the distance. I turn around and run over to the trash can outside the diner, throwing up at the thought that all of this is happening all over again. But this time they were finally able to shut my father up for good. He wasn't coming back from this and with my father really gone they probably thought that it would make me drop this whole thing too. But they couldn't be more wrong because unlike everyone else, I'm not afraid of them. Not the Mayor and his men, or Aiden and Kyla.


I'm sitting in my holding cell, staring at the wall on the opposite side of the small room. I don't know how I let this happen. I don't know how I let it get this far. How could I not see this coming from a mile away? I should have known that something wasn't right and I should have done something about it. But all I can think about now is how I am going to make Aiden, Mayor Jenkins and everyone else involved pay for this. I know that I'm the one being held responsible for this because they want to shut me up. But what they don't realize is that they have ignited a fire in me and in that moment I vow to myself that I will not spend the rest of my life behind bars.

After what seems like months, I hear one of the guards walk up to the door and unlock it, effectively breaking me from my thoughts. I turn my head in his direction and he motions for me to stand up.

"You have a visitor." He says evenly.

"Who?" I ask with sarcasm lacing my voice as I stand up and make my way over to the door.

"Come on." The guard says ignoring my question and leading me down the hall to the visitation room.

As I enter the room I come to a stop and a smirk crosses my face. Standing over by the window is Mayor Jenkins and all I can do is laugh inside because I can't figure out why the hell he would come visit me.

I walk over to the table in front of him and take a seat as he turns around and sits in the chair across from me. He motions for the guard to leave the room and my smirk just grows. This should at least be entertaining.

After a few minutes of a staring contest, I break the silence.

"What do you want?" I ask slightly irritated.

"How are you doing, Spencer? They treating you well?" He says slyly.

"Cut the crap, Jenkins. We both know you don't care about me. So, what do you want?" I say angrily.

"You should have played the game, Spencer." He says inching forward in his seat.

"I'll take my chances rolling the dice, Jenkins." I say with a smirk as I lean forward a little. "I like my odds."

"You'll never make it in here, Spencer. And when you fail, it's going to be the exclamation point to all of this. The ultimate satisfaction in my eyes." He says in a hurried whisper.

"You sure I'll never make it? What makes you so sure that I'm just gonna fold? I'm not one of your puppets, you self-righteous son of a bitch and one day you will regret this." I say through gritted teeth.

"You need to fall in line." He says leaning closer to me. "You need to just take the punishment coming to you and deal with it, because, Spencer, I always get what I want and some little brat isn't going to ruin that for me."

"You might have gotten what you want now, but I promise you Mayor Jenkins, that you will regret this. And I never break a promise." I say with venom in my voice as I stand up and make my way back to the door. "And tell Kyla and Aiden that they better watch their backs."


To this day I wonder what the point of him coming to see me that day was because if he was trying to scare me it wasn't working. I mean clearly it didn't work because I wouldn't be here today if it did. But a part of me likes to believe that maybe he started harboring some fear from my last statement because in reality he didn't know anything about me or my will power back then.

I run my hand over my mouth to make sure that I don't have anything on my face before I stand back up straight and take a deep breath. I turn back around only to find Kyla's gaze as she storms over to me from across the street and pushes me back.

"This is all your fault!" She screams.

Here we go.

"How is this my fault, Kyla?" I say pushing her back. "TELL ME!" I say shoving her hard into a police car.

"You couldn't just leave it alone…could you?" She yells coming back at me. "NOW DAD'S DEAD AND YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF!" She says shoving me back a little.

"NO ONE TO BLAME!" I yell getting in her face. "SERIOUSLY KYLA? THAT'S ALL YOU GOT? REALLY? 'CAUSE MAYBE YOU SHOULD COME OUT OF THAT WARPED FANTASY WORLD YOU'RE LIVING IN AND TAKE A LOOK IN THE MIRROR!"

"I'M NOT THE ONE WHO GOT DAD KILLED!" She yells taking a swing at my face but misses because I move back slightly, which causes her to fall to her knees from the momentum of the swing.

I can see her starting to break down inside. The past is coming back to haunt her. It's coming back to haunt all of them and it's written all over their tear-stained faces. And yet, I find it slightly odd that Aiden even knows what a tear is considering I know that he is behind this somehow and I know he doesn't give a shit. I bend down and place my mouth close to her ear.

"You sure about that Kyla." I say quietly with anger lining my voice. "Because last time I checked it wasn't my actions that got us to where we are right now. It was yours and Aiden's and now you have to live with knowing that your husband played a role in murdering your father. You have to live knowing that the father of your child is nothing more than a heartless, cold-blooded murderer who will do anything as long as it gives him some benefit. How pathetic are you, Kyla?"

She shoves me hard and I fall backwards onto the ground, laughing lightly.

"Fuck you, Spencer!" She says standing up slowly as I match her movements. "Fuck you!"

She starts to lunge towards me but is stopped by Sheriff Whitely wrapping his arms around her waist. I'm pissed…she's pissed…and everyone here fucking knows it.

"Did I strike a chord, Kyla?" I say angrily as Big Joe comes up behind me and grabs my arm to keep me back.

"Go to hell!" She yells.

"I'll see you there!" I say venomously.

"That's enough!" Sheriff Whitely yells to both of us. "The two of you need to stop! We don't know who did this…"

"Like hell we don't!" I say cutting him off.

"Spencer…"

"YOU!" Mayor Jenkins yells coming from the other side of the street. Could this day get any better? "You did this!" Well, that figures.

"No she didn't!" Mrs. Wyatt says stepping in front of me, getting in his face and stopping him in his tracks. "She was with me all night in her apartment. And I'll be damned if you're going to pin this one on her too!" She yells.

Mayor Jenkins' eyes go wide and everyone in the town center stops what they're doing. Mrs. Wyatt just stuck up for me. She just called out the Mayor and didn't think twice about it. She just solidified everything that my father told us in the diner to everyone in town and something tells me that now people will listen. It's not like they're going to hurt her because…really…how would that look if bodies started piling up. But more importantly, she just defended the girl found guilty of murdering her daughter and opened up a whole new door. She's not afraid anymore. They don't scare her like they once did and for the first time in a long time I am grateful for someone's words.

"This ends here!" She says angrily. Her resolve not wavering. "You leave this girl alone or so help me God, Jenkins, you will regret it!"

"Ok…Everybody just stop!" Sheriff Whitely says tiredly. "A man is dead. Their father…" He says pointing between me and Kyla. "…is dead. And all anyone wants to do is fucking point fingers. Well, not this time. This time I'm doing this my way. So let my guys do their job and everyone shut up!" He yells turning towards his crime scene investigators. "And for the love of God cut him down now! He's not a fucking puppet on display!"

Three of the investigators scramble over to my father's body, while a fourth grabs a ladder to climb up and cut the rope. I look over to Mrs. Wyatt to find her staring right back at me. I give her a little head nod and a slight smile graces her features. I still can't believe she did that because even though you could cut the tension with a knife in this town square, the one thing that can't be altered is the fact that Mayor Jenkins is officially losing control of the one seemingly sure-fire thing he had going. And I couldn't be happier.