Okay here's part 2 to the massive chapter...I hope you like it! As always feel free to let me know what you think. I like all kinds of criticism, good and bad. It's what keeps me going. Again the POVs are going to change quite a bit...but here you go!
Harley Quinn Davidson: First off, thank you and I'm glad that you're still enjoyng it. I am doing better now. It was just lot to take in at the time. But writing again is definitely helping :) I hope you like this installment. This big chapter breakup is going to let you know know what's in the notebook...so just bear with me...it's coming :)
imaferrari: Thank you for your kind words. It took some time to deal but I'm getting better each day. And again, writing really helps. What's in the notebook and what the sheriff found out is coming up...I swear it's in this massive chapter that I've had written forever...I just don't know where to stop the chapter so breaking it up seemed like a good option. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 40.2: More Insight
KYLA'S POV
I'm pacing by the window in my bedroom, the moon shining its faint light through the glass while Aiden sleeps soundly in our bed. How the hell he can sleep at a time like this is beyond me. I mean our problems have gotten exponentially bigger with my father being murdered and he acts like he doesn't even care. Someone is out to get us and I want to know who that someone is. I'm almost positive that it's Spencer playing some stupid fucking game and if this is her revenge then I will make it my priority to bury her. This was never part of the plan. My father was never supposed to be brought into this but clearly someone wanted to shut him up. The question is who? I cannot believe that we lost the upper hand. Right now the only thing we have going for us is the fact that Ashley is gone and Spencer's heart is broken. I haven't seen her walking around town so she must be holed up in her apartment. And that little bit of information brings a smile to my face because her heart is broken and she is undoubtedly weak again because healing a broken heart can take a lot out of a person. So, at least something positive came out of this.
But even though she's at her weakest right now, she most likely has a lot of anger stored up so I'm going to have to give it a little time before confronting her about the notebook. I still have no idea why my father would give her his journal. What they hell could she possibly get out of reading it? It just doesn't make any sense. It should have gone to me. She doesn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve anything, especially with all the shit she's pulling now by digging up the past. I need to get my hands on it and get it out of her possession. I don't know why but I do. I think my father made a mistake in giving it to her when it's rightfully mine.
I look over to the clock and notice that it's nearly six thirty in the morning. The suns starting to come up but she's probably still sleeping so I might be able to sneak in there and grab the book without her ever noticing I was there at all. And if she is awake then I will just find another way to get to it. Maybe I can use the sisterly bond to get into her head. After all, there's nothing like the ability to manipulate another person's emotions when they are all vulnerable and more willing to let people in.
I walk over to my closet and grab pair of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, before throwing them on as quickly and quietly as possible so that I don't wake up Aiden. I then grab some socks out of the dresser drawer and my shoes, quietly putting those on as well before grabbing my keys off the nightstand and making my way to the door. Just as I'm about to open the door I hear Aiden shift in the bed.
"Kyla, what are you doing?" He asks sleepily. "Come back to bed."
"I can't sleep so I figured I would go out and get us some coffee and some breakfast."
"Fine…just don't be gone long. We have a meeting at eight thirty."
"I know. I'll be back in time." I say walking over to the bed and placing a kiss on his forehead before walking out the bedroom door and out of the house.
Something tells me that getting that journal away from Spencer is going to be the best decision I have ever made.
SHERIFF WHITLEY'S POV
I'm pulling up to Kyla's house when I see her pull out of the driveway in her car. Where the hell is she going this early in the morning? Instead of stopping to talk with Aiden I decide to follow Kyla to see what she is up to. I don't trust that girl for good reason and anything that she is doing this early just simply cannot be good. So I follow her through town, being sure to stay a couple car lengths back.
Once we hit the town square I notice that she is driving in the direction of Spencer's apartment building and now my curiosity has gotten the best of me because I can't help but wonder what she is up to. She pulls up to the curb outside of the apartment building and hops out of the car. She takes in her surroundings before making her way to the front door. I wait a couple minutes before parking my car a half a block away and making my way into the building. I want to know what Kyla's up to because I am definitely not going to put up with her shit today or any other day for that matter. That girl is skating on some serious thin ice right now and I'll be damned if I have a modern day local rendition of World War Three on my hands.
I walk into the lobby and the first thing I notice is that it is eerily silent. I decide to take the stairs up to Spencer's floor because I don't want to risk anyone hearing the elevator if they are standing outside. Any reason that has Kyla walking in here can't be a good one and I know she has been going stir crazy about Arthur's stupid journal because she keeps pleading with me to get it back and give it to her because apparently she thinks that she is entitled to it. It kind of has me wondering what the hell is in it. Arthur didn't tell me anything when he handed it to me. All he said was that if something should happen to him then I needed to make sure it got to Spencer. I thought it was just his personal journal that you would always find him writing in and that maybe it held some answers for Spencer as to why he did what he did. But now I think it's more than that.
SPENCER'S POV
I stretch my legs out as my eyes open slowly and adjust to the early morning sun shining through the window. I feel my body being pulled tightly into the person behind me as her arm wraps more securely around my waist and I can't stop the small smile that flashes across my face as I remember the events that took place a few hours ago and realize that it wasn't just a dream. Ashley is really here and I truly believe her when she says that she isn't going to run again. I know now that we are going to be ok because through everything we have always found each other and that's got to stand for something.
I roll over onto my back slowly trying not to wake her and place a soft kiss on her cheek before just looking at the softness in her features as she lay peacefully beside me. It's been far too long since I've gotten to see the serenity that lines her features when she sleeps and I know that I feel the same level of safeness when I am fast asleep beside her because when we are in each other's arms nothing can tear us apart. I try to move her arm and slip out of the bed undetected but the second I go to lift her arm, her eyes flutter open and a look of confusion briefly crosses her face as she wakes up. I bring my hand up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her lips.
"Good morning." I whisper softly.
"Mmm…good morning." She says sleepily. "What time is it?"
I lift my head to look at the clock on the nightstand before bringing it back down to the pillow and looking into her eyes.
"Quarter past seven."
She lets out a grunt before tightening her grip on me once again.
"Why are you up? Go back to sleep." She says closing her eyes again while trying to fight the grin forming on her lips.
"I would." I start slowly. "But then I wouldn't see your beautiful face until I woke up again and right now that just isn't acceptable."
She laughs a little at my comment before opening her eyes again and placing a quick kiss to my lips before sitting up in the bed. I know the comment was corny but who cares? Right?
"Well in that case, I don't want to sleep anymore either."
"What...are you going to go look in the mirror?"
"Very funny…Spence….but alas I am not that vain."
"Pity."
She just shakes her head chuckling as she leans in for another kiss. I sit up with my back against the headboard and look into her eyes with a slight smile on my face.
"So…what's going on today?" She asks as she starts playing with my hand.
"Well I have to figure out what to do with all of this information because I need to make sure the right person finds out and not someone who's working for them."
"Taylor got any ideas?"
"She doesn't even know. I haven't been out of the room for like three days so I'm pretty sure that me rising from this cocoon is going to be quite the shock for them."
A frown replaces her smile and she looks down at our hands.
"I really am sorry, Spence." She says softly.
I reach my free hand over and lift her chin so that her gaze meets mine again.
"Enough of that Ash." I start. She tries to move her head but I hold it firmly in place. "None of this is your fault."
"But Spence…"
"No but's…okay?" I say keeping my gaze locked on hers. "We're past that remember. No more feeling guilty for something you can't control. I know you feel like you should have been here, but Ash, you're here now and that's all that matters…got it?" I say firmly.
She seems to think about it for a moment before shaking her head in agreement. I smile brightly and place a quick kiss on her lips before hopping off the bed.
"Good. Now let's get dressed and grab some breakfast. We have a busy day ahead of us."
I start walking into the bathroom to take a shower only to be stopped by two arms wrapping around me from behind and a light kiss being placed on my shoulder. I turn around in her arms wrapping my own arms around her neck as hers remain on my waist and walk backwards the rest of the way into the bathroom dragging her with me. I know that today is going to be busy with all of the information that I have to share and figure out what to do with, but no one ever said it was crime to have a little fun first.
KYLA'S POV
I'm pacing the hall outside of Spencer's apartment trying to figure out a plan B because when I got to the door I heard people moving around inside so picking the lock and sneaking in is definitely not an option anymore. I mean why can't anything just be easy for once? All this being sneaky crap is getting a little exhausting and now I'm going to have to pretend like I actually care that Spencer's heart is broken. I figure that may be my only way in because the whole turning a new leaf thing could be bought if I can play it right. Besides it's not like she's just going to hand the journal over if I ask for it. I'm not that stupid. The question is how do I get her to believe that I'm sincere in wanting to be there for her while she's going through this difficult time?
Maybe I can work my father's death into the angle. You know I can pretend that I want to end this stupid feud because dad's death was senseless and he wouldn't want us to be fighting. I can tell her that I'm tired of everything and suck it up and apologize for everything. Maybe she would buy that. I highly doubt it but it's worth a shot. Besides I only have a little over an hour before the meeting so I have to make this quick. Get in and get out. Otherwise we're all screwed.
I walk up to the door with my plan set in my head and knock loudly on the door before stepping back a few feet and waiting for someone to answer. It only takes a few seconds before I hear the lock on the door click and it's swung open by that Taylor chick.
"Yeah?" She says frustrated as her eyes settle on me and her eyebrows raise in question.
"I want to see Spencer." I say evenly.
"Uh huh…and what makes you think that that's going to happen any time this century?" She says with amusement in her voice and I know that she is not going to make this easy.
