In that moment, I swear to god my heart stopped.

I couldn't be caught. Not now. Not when the big plan is going to be put into place. We already have our key element; we just need the other four (or five) to be brought in.

I started to crawl back, my elbows digging into the dirt of Emily's front yard. Suddenly I felt a kick in my side, bringing me to cringe and bit back a yelp.

"I said don't move." Hanna's voice commanded from above me, I felt panic surge through me. Her blue eyes are full of fear and hatred towards me; her sister. Suddenly a black figure comes from behind and I have never felt so thankful for Eli's existence until this point. In a swift motion he jumped in front of me, a knife on display for the liars to fear. "It's got a knife!" Spencer's shaky voice cut through the tension of the air as the group turned on their heels and ran, as if expecting Eli would follow them. As soon as they were out of sight, Eli turned to me, taking off his mask.

"You really gotta be more careful." He joked, his brown eyes twinkling, as if he didn't just threaten his sister and her friends with a knife.

"Whatever, at least we didn't get caught. They got scared off pretty quickly, hey?" I tried to sound casual as I attempted to stand up on my legs, but failed as pain immediately shot up my left leg. I hissed in pain and went back to the ground, my adrenaline fading away. Eli quickly picked me up bridal style. "We can rave about their fear later, which is really messed up by the way, but first we have to get your ankle checked out. It's bent all weird and honestly makes me want to chuck up the pasta I had for dinner."

I quickly shot down his plan. "No, Eli, if we go to the hospital they'll call my mom. Then they'll figure out I'm A." Well, part of it. Eli shook his head, exasperated. "Well what do you want me to do, Hayley? Take you to a witch docto-" he cut himself off half-way, and I could've sworn I actually saw the light bulb turn on in his head.

"We'll call Wren." He stated, and before I could even let out a disagreeing groan, he pulled out his phone and dialled the British Satan himself.

"Well, at least you didn't get caught" Wren's British voice sounded from in front of her, where he was bandaging her broken ankle. After setting the bone straight, which made her almost bite a hole into Eli's sweater in pain management, and a few instructions from Mr. Doctor, she was okay to go, even though he mentioned going to the hospital would be the most healthy thing to do.

"Yeah, well I didn't realize how much of a bitch it was to get in and out of Emily's window." I huffed, my breath making a cloud in the cold January air. Silence fell upon the group until Wren finished up, standing he bid his farewell and left. "I'll carry you to your house but you've got to find a way in on your own." I nodded in thanks as he picked me up again and jogged to my house, which was only a block away. The whole jog back I ran different scenarios through my mind of what would have happened if Elijah wasn't there. I don't even know what I would've done.

By the time we made it back to my house, it was at least 8:30pm. Eli dropped me off in front of my bedroom window.

"I have to go, I need to be back and in bed by the time the girls get back to my place, which they probably already have. See you?" He asked; hope flashing in his troubled brown eyes. I nod my head, and after tearing my blue eyes away from his brown ones, I start to climb up to my window, thanking God for the fact that there's a vine plant that grows from the ground straight up to my window. I use the holes in the wooden board behind it to scale myself up to my window. Luckily for me it didn't take too much of a toll on my swollen ankle. I finally pulled myself into my room and breathed a sigh of relief. I made it.

My room wasn't anything too spectacular. It was the same size as my sisters. I had a light fray wallpaper with a thick white stripe running on the top of the wallpaper, giving it a more chic look. The rest of my room was standard. A queen sized bed, a desk, dressers, and a mirror complimented my room, along with various irrelevant posters and paintings.

I stripped down, throwing my shirt, sweater, and bra into the Laundry basket but struggling with my pants to slide them around my swollen ankle. I threw on pajama booty shorts and an old raggedy blue tank top. I sat down on the bed and inspected my bandaged ankle.

How am I going to explain this? If my voice didn't tell the girls that I was -A before, they'll know now. Hanna's smart enough to pick up that -A being injured in the foot area and her sister being injured in the foot area are connected.

"Damn it." I hissed as I tried to place my foot on the carpeted flooring. Pain lacing up my leg. I'll figure it out in the morning. Giving up, I fall into a fitful and anxious sleep.

My clock read 6:10am. About an hour from when I usually wake up. I can't sleep. I make a grab for my anti-anxiety pills that I left on my bedside table, feeling the thoughts starting to trickle back into my sleep-deprived brain. If the girls knew -A was me they would have barged into my room by now, right?

I roll out of bed, giving up on sleep. I gasp when I look in the mirror and poke my face to see if it's actually me in the mirror. My face was covered in a thin layer of sweat and flushed, my eyes were wide and wild, and my hair was slick and greasy. I look like I was straight out of an episode of The Walking Dead. Shuddering, I strip down and jump into my shower. I silently thank my mom for giving me a conjoining bathroom and bedroom. After washing away everything from last night I dress in my usual style, with a white crop top, a dark red flannel, and washed out jeans. Throwing my wet hair into a messy bun, I try to make my zombie- looking face less so with makeup. I started to walk out my bathroom but I was hit with the familiar pain shooting up my leg.

"Fuck..." I groan as I bite my lip until the pain passes. I completely forgot about my ankle. I look at my clock 7:02am. Praising myself silently for getting out of bed early and not waiting until I usually wake up, I inspect my ankle.

It had swollen even more, and I was surprised I hadn't felt the pain while I was pulling on my skinny jeans. I took anti-inflammatory pain killers out of my bedside cabinet and popped 3 in my mouth recklessly.

I made my way downstairs carefully, putting most of my weight on my right leg, while trying to not make it obvious. I was surprised to see Hanna and the girls in the kitchen. Usually my mother prohibits School-night sleepovers. But as per usual Hanna gets what Hanna wants. I took a deep breath, and acted as normally as I could with a throbbing ankle until my painkillers kicked in.

"Hey Hayls, we ran out of milk." Hanna absently waves as she reengages in her conversation with the girls. I don't answer as I take a banana and an apple and head towards the door, slipping on a pair of black vans, although my ankle protested aggressively. I was just about to exit when a voice boomed from behind me.

"Hayley, where were you last night?"

Hello! I have a few directions I want Hayley's love life to go in. If you like Helijah, tell me!:) please review, and leave constructive criticism!

-J