The infrequent, masculine shout became less pronounced as her girlfriend clasped her hand around the male bartender's throat and watched as she smashed him against the ground.
She turned around and smiled as if nothing had happened - but to Jenna something had occurred and it was not the greatest thing to forgive or forget.
As a result, Jenna walked away, not even feeling an ounce of remorse for doing so - but moments later her phone rung in her pocket and she took it out and picked it up.
The message was from an unidentified individual and it had read: "Watch your back - IF you want to see your girlfriend."
Toby sighed. He got out of his car and walked up to Alison's door. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he proceeded to knock on the door four times before giving way to his tears.
After a moment Alison opened the door. "What the hell do you want?" She asked gruffly, almost tumbling over.
He wanted to cry even more but he repressed doing so because he knew it would only hurt Ali more.
"I'm really sorry," he admitted, but he knew he would have to do more than simply apologize to really achieve redemption.
Tom and Hanna were sitting on the couch with their chests simultaneously heaving in grief and exhaustion. "I apologize for your loss, Hanna, but you're not mine and thus I am not responsible for you," he explained, and at that this revelation Hanna broke down in to even more tears.
"Please, Hanna, don't resent me, for I do not wish to place undue stress on my self - especially over some witch that isn't even my child," Tom admitted - and even though he felt a little guilt over the solidification of his actions, he also knew that he had a wife and three kids to look after and take care of without the brunt of garnering another that ain't even his.
Hanna could not help but to feel furious. The only father figure she ever had was an asshole. But she was trying to garner her anger. Maybe he had a good reason. "You're mother was a whore," Tom admitted, and right then Hanna knew she could not control her anger, so she slapped the only father figure she knew across the face, thereby reddening his cheeks.
Jenna angrily threw the phone against the ground and watched as it shattered in pieces not quite unlike her life had just become. Having been unable to harness her anger much further, Jenna burst around and proceeded to angrily slap her girlfriend across the face, to which Shana had clutched the site of her affliction and howled in unrepentant anger.
"You know, Shana. I liked you at first, but you ruined it when you murdered that bartender, and I don't think I can be with you anymore," Jenna realized, admitting the extent of her misplaced aggression and grief.
Shana threw Jenna against the wall and relented only moments later. "I can't do this anymore," Shana admitted, scurrying to the door, opening it, wiping her eyes with her hands and slamming the door behind her.
Right then her telephone rung. She picked it up. "That was not a very good choice. Now you will bear the consequences," came a deep voice, then it hung up just as fast as it had called.
"Anyway, setting that aside, your mother was a good person, but she's your relative not mine." Tom tried to make her false daughter understand the reasons behind his actions but purportedly she was too stoned on grief to do so.
"I can't understand why you left my mother so early on in my life." Hanna confessed. The tears of sorrow and the tears of shame and the tears of grief and the tears of frustration and the tears of onerous terror flew down her now totally reddened cheeks.
"Her and I were not meant to be together. I thought we were but we weren't. So I went and made a life of my own. I paid my child support, my alimony, and all that, and just decided to get on with my life." Tom explained, looking at her daughter's unrestrained expression of grief plastered on her face. "Please understand what I'm going through here," he begged.
And right then there was an unexpected knock on the door. It was an urgent knock. "Since I'm leaving anyway, I'll see who it is and let he or she in," Tom promised, getting up and walking over to the door.
Jessica brought her child home and watched as her husband was shot by a contract assassin.
"Please have mercy." She begged, and she pleaded, all the while swaddling her baby comfortingly in her arms. She was crying because she was thirsty and hungry and beginning to teeth. "Do you love children?"
The assassin shook her head yes. "Then please have mercy. I'll raise this child to become a great citizen."
Scurrying out of the room, the assassin dropped the gun and left the house faster than he had arrived.
Jessica sighed in relief. Her phone rung and she took it out. It was a message from an unidentified, blocked individual, and it read: "Keep great watch of that baby, for she is something special - and please know I apologize for murdering your husband."
Hanna trailed rather sneakily behind her father figure with the intention of waving him goodbye for the last time - but little would she know that this would be the last time she'd ever be smelling (or seeing) the outside of a jail cell again, for there were armed policemen at her door, who flashed their badges, introduced themselves, then slammed Tom against the ground and watched with a crooked smile on their faces as he bled half to death.
When Hanna tried to push one of them down, they handcuffed her and explained that she was under arrest for assaulting a police officer... and the murders of Alison, Ashley and Jose - three individuals with the last names Dilaurentis, Marin, and Martinez, respectively.
They stowed Hanna in their dilapidated vehicle, thereby torturing her father to death whilst Hanna was forced to watch.