GUYS! You are SOOOOO amazing if you have stuck with me on this story! I am SOOO SOOO SOOOOOOOOO sorry for making you wait for so long! I'm going to try to update more often, which will be sooo much easier because a) I'm not grounded, b) I'm being homeschooled, and c) BECAUSE I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH! I'm really trying to write this in a way that people find it realistic, so I really hope you enjoy!
Last on 'A Day':
I knew she was going to tell me that I couldn't, but I didn't expect her to grab my arm. She tightened her grip when I tried to tear it away.
"Be careful Spencer, there are some dangerous people out there, and I know you don't want to be on their bad sides."
"Let go of me, Melissa. The only bad people out there are the people that are right under our noses. Don't forget that." She let go, shocked at my retort, and I stormed off, the girls following me.
"What the hell was that?" Hannah whispered to me as I unlocked the barn door.
"Hannah, if I knew I would tell you, but it serious sounds like Mona isn't the only A out there." I said reluctantly. Mona was with me when Maya was… you know. Never mind. I'll just tell you later when we aren't all broken." I said. Seconds after I said that, all of our phones rang. We all opened the restricted message.
'Well well well, it looks like Spencer is the smartest of you all. Might wanna watch out, there are some dangerous people out there, but most of them are all under our noses. ;) I'm still here bitches, and I'm angrier than ever.' -A
Spencer's POV
Hannah's question had me stumped, and, as a Hastings, that didn't happen often. What was that? I had no clue. 'A' was starting to get on my nerves, though. He/she has ruined my life as well as my friends! No. Not okay. As I thought more about Mona, I didn't even realize that I wasn't the only one up. I heard some short sniffles, and I turned my head to look at Hannah. Mona being 'A' had really shocked her. Especially after 'A' had hit her with a car, threatened her best friends boyfriends, and made many attempts at murder… some working. Not only was Maya in my head, but all of my friends were, too.
"Han, you okay?" I asked softly. I heard a choked sob and immediately I sat up, moving to sit by Hannah. No, Hannah and I didn't get along a lot, and we fought basically everyday, but when it all comes down to it, Hannah was still my best friend. We had a circle of four, and all of us had different personalities. Sometimes those personalities clashed, but we all knew that all of us would always be friends. So many secrets bound us together.
"Spencer." She choked back another sob. "Why would Mona hate me so much?" That was all she could ask before she started to full on sob. Thankfully, the other two girls were sleeping deeply. Aria, being the empathetic one, started to sob hysterically with Emily, putting both of them fast asleep after drinking way to much. So… they didn't really fall asleep as much as pass out. I, though, could control my tears, wanting to stay strong for everyone else, drunk or not. It was my job.
"Oh Han. Mona didn't hate you! You were her best friend." I was trying to think logically. That's how a Hastings would think in this situation. "She craved attention, even if that meant wanting it so desperately that she would kill for it. Literally." I mumbled the last part to myself. The rest I was simply stating what the police were thinking. Calmly, I took Hannah's head and placed it on her pillow. Her stomach was down, so I started rubbing soothing circles around her lower back. With her back shacking from the sobs that raked her body, it was a little hard to continue rubbing, but after a while, her sobs turned to silent tears, and her tears turned into soft breathing. I could tell by her now regular breaths that she was asleep. I looked over at the clock and realized what time it was, 4:30. She had been crying for a good hour and a half. I felt so bad for her, but I really couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't erase the memory of Mona's face while she was watching the screen of her phone, telling her exactly where to meet Mona and I with my strategically placed questions. I hadn't wanted to call Hannah, but, if I wanted to survive, I knew I had to. I could remember every detail, but I chose not to relive it.
I closed my eyes, trying to turn off my Hastings brain, however impossible it is. My eyes flashed open, as I felt my tired bones lead me back to my sleeping bag. I tripped over something, and fell on my pillow. My eyes shut, and I drifted into a much needed sleep.
As my eyes drifted open, I could tell that it was still night. The girls were all still asleep, but I could hear a knocking sound at my window. I quickly looked over, still lying down. Nobody was there; just a box. I curiously looked at it, wondering just what it was. I got up, not thinking about the murderer still lurking about the town, and swiftly unlocked the door. I opened it, and grabbed the box quickly, noticing how light it was for such a big box. I didn't want to wake the others, so I gently shut the door, forgetting about the lock. I took the box back to my spot on the floor and started to, slowly, take the tape off the top. As soon as I had the first piece of tape off, I heard a squeak off to my right, towards the door. I looked over, and the door had made its way open. I must not have shut it all the way, I thought, quickly getting up and shutting the door, making sure it was shut all the way. I walked back over to the box, but before I could make it, the door squeaked again. Looking slowly over my shoulder, I noticed that the door had opened again. Goosebumps started climbing there way up my arms and legs as a chill went down my spine. I quickly ran over to the door, shutting it and locking the door… no way was it opening up again. I went back over to the box, and swiftly opening it, shifting my eyes occasionally over to the door. I looked down to another box. This is crazy, I thought, opening the other box, just to find another one. I kept opening the boxes, only finding more, until finally I got down to the last box. It was a small box, only big enough for a notecard. I had opened about five boxes, and was getting tired of this game. Bored, I opened the last box, but before I could, I heard the all to familiar squeak of the door. No. Way. I looked over, and there was the opened door, only this time, it wasn't cracked. The person… no, thing… had made sure to swing open the door. A little wind was blowing in. I gasped as I looked at the familiar keys hanging from the lock. How… how did 'A' get my keys?! I looked over to the table where I always put them to notice that, not only were they not there; the window that was above the table was open. The person had opened the window, to get to my keys, to open the door, to freak me out. 'A' seriously needed to branch out and get a life. I ran over to the door and slammed it shut, taking my keys out first and locking the door and windows. No chance. None. I took the keys in my hand and walked over to the last box. I opened it slowly, and looked inside. There was a note.
Better watch out… not only do I know where you live, I know how to get into your locked doors. Better check your keys… is anything missing?
-A
I quickly checked my keychain and noticed that the picture of Toby I kept on there was gone. Oh God. Toby had given me that picture the first day we started dating. That wasn't the day at the motel, but a couple days after. He said that, incase I needed an escape, just to look at the picture. On the back he had written 'So that even when I'm not here, I can give you peace.' I treasured that picture more than anything. I looked around to see if any of the girls where awake yet, and thankfully, they weren't. When I saw this, I cautiously let my guard down, letting all of my tears fall. I fell face down into the pillow and quietly sobbed. Really, I couldn't hold it in much longer. Soon, I fell asleep, keys in hand and boxes all around me.
When I woke up, there were neither boxes around me nor any keys in my hands. I looked over to the table and saw my keys lying there. It was just a dream? But it seemed so real… I looked around puzzled and saw a shattered Emily sitting with Aria. Emily was spacing out, looking just passed me at the wall. I looked at Aria, staring intently at Emily. When I started to move, Aria passed me a worried glance, but quickly returned her eyes to Em.
"She's been sitting like this all morning. She hasn't made one move." She said, looking over at me, her eyes glassy. "She won't respond to anything I say. It's like she can't see or hear." A lone tear slid out of her already puffy red eyes. I had nothing to say. "By the way," Aria turned her head back over to Emily, "Hannah took the liberty of picking up your mess." She mumbled.
"Wha-" I turned my head as I saw Hannah stumble in the room. She was holding a box… that box was all too familiar. She looked over at me and shoved the box in my face.
"The damn thing doesn't fit in the trashcan." She stated, fire in her eyes as she threw the box down. I giggled at her, hoping she wouldn't notice. "WHAT ARE YOU LAUGING AT BITCH?!" She obviously noticed.
"Hannah-"I attempted to say before going out onto full on laughing. She picked up her pillow and chucked it at my face. Taken off guard, it smacked me dead on.
"SCORE ONE FOR HANNAH!" She screamed, and we both burst into a fit of giggles and pillows. Soon after the fight had started I heard a scratchy voice behind me, and the blood rushing around my body froze.
"How can you be having fun throwing pillows and giggling your faces off when a girl, not to mention my GIRLFRIEND, just DIED!?" I heard Emily's voice, and I could have swore that she was still drunk. Her words slurred together, and she didn't sound steady. I felt awful.
"Em-" I tried, but she quickly cut me off.
"I can't believe you call yourself my friend." She said icily. I felt the tears in my eyes, but I fought them back. Stay strong, Spence…
"I'm so sorry." Hannah said, obviously trying harder than I was.
"Emily… I really didn't mean-" I tried again, but Emily was already talking.
"OF COURSE YOU DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING BY IT, SPENCER! YOU DON'T CARE… YOU HAVE NO REASON TO! It's not like you actually LIKED her!" She was screaming, and this time, I couldn't fight my anger. I let my words slip, and I knew, as soon as I said them, that nobody in this room was going to forgive me.
"YOU KNOW WHAT EMILY! FINE! LEAVE…. AND FOR A FACT, I DID LIKE MAYA! SHE WAS REALLY PERFECT FOR YOU, AND I KNOW THAT YOU THINK YOU'RE NEVER GONNA FIND ANYONE ELSE, BUT GUESS WHAT?! 'A' IS RUINING OUR LIVES JUST AS MUCH AS SHE IS RUINING YOURS… I'M JUST BETTER AT KEEPING IT TOGETHER THAN YOU ARE!" I screamed at her. The broken girl in front of me ran out of the barn, and I ran after her. I was no longer mad; I was just upset. I ran after Emily, and, because of her broken state, I easily caught up.
"Em… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be that insensitive. I was so stupid. I… I was just so… impatient… and on edge." I looked at her, hoping she would turn around. She turned around looking like she was about to spit bullets, but she held back when she saw my face. My guard was down, and I was letting her see what I was really feeling. I was so happy that she turned around that I jumped into her arms. I just held her as her stiff body started slowly giving in to the friendly hug. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and we stood there for a good 10 minutes crying and sniffling. "I really wasn't trying to hurt you." I said in between tears.
"Spence?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Last night… I heard you slam the door. You started crying. What happened?"
She heard…
"It was nothing that you need to worry about. But Em?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you promise me something?"
"Of course!"
"Promise me you will call me whenever you need something done, or if you need anything! I swear, I will be more understanding. I want to prove to you that I'm not just trying to be a super bitch. I swear… I would never do that. Just, with everything that happened, I don't want to loose anyone… and I think I might have to."
"I promise." She gave a slight sigh. "But Spence, who do you think you're gonna have to loose?" This was the question that I was dreading. My eyes started to water, and I gave her the one word that was my one weakness.
"Toby."
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