A/N: TA-DAAA! Second chapter of the night! Oh and when you're done reading, check out my other story, "Loose Ends"? It's a oneshot, but I would appreciate reads and reviews!

Spencer POV

"So what happened, exactly?" Aria asked, handing over the cup of coffee she'd gotten Spencer at the hospital's Cafe. After Spencer had received the text from A, her friends had recognized the look on her face and all but shoved her into room 214.

"Spencer?" Hanna asked after a moment of silence. Emily was strangely quiet, standing in the corner with her arms crossed, and looking directly at Spencer.

The brunette propped up on the hospital bed took a long, shaky breath. Almost immediately, she was sucked into the long ago memories that still haunted her.

-"What losers." Alison's lilting voice commented. She and Spencer were looking at three passed out, fifteen year old girls.

Spencer let out a nervous chuckle as a sign of agreement, and tipped back her red cup. The only reason she wasn't joining the rest of Alison's posse on the ground was that her parents had taught her how to hold her liquor. It was a useful skill at pompous dinner parties and for Spencer, sleepovers with Alison DiLaurentis.

"Its so easy for them to get wasted, they're hardly classy." The blonde muttered with a swig of the stolen vodka from her mother's supply. Then she turned to Spencer. "Is having an illegitimate daughter classy too, or just a mistake?"

Spencer stiffened at the mention of Bernadette. Her father had an affair with Alison's mom, and Ali would never let her forget it. Bernadette was the result. Mrs. DiLaurentis kept her, mostly because she looked so much like Alison, but changed her mind when the girl was 8 years old. Bernadette was usually a forbidden topic for both families, but not for the blonde daughter.

"Anyways," Ali continued, "the bitch is back tonight. From her birdhouse." Alison would never call 'Reinfield's Instructional Housing Facility' a boarding school. She insisted that the slang for jail made a much better story, and Spencer, of course, agreed with her.

"So what?" The preppy, half-drunk brunette asked.

Alison's eyes flashed in annoyance. "I want her gone."

"Gone back to her boarding school?"

"No." Ali shook her head. "I mean permanently GONE."

She still remembered what Ali's face had looked like that night. Her smile had been slightly deranged, her blonde hair was moving around in a draft, and she was talking about killing someone. And the worst part was that Spencer was agreeing with her. The illegitimate bitch had ruined Spencer's home life, and her parents barely talked anymore before their separate business trips.

"How?" Spencer asked.

"I knew you'd agree with me that we would be better off without her." Ali said with satisfaction. "Do you guys have a knife or something around here at all? We obviously can't go back to the main house for one."

"Wait!" Spencer exclaimed, dropping her cup. The alcohol sloshed over the carpet.

Alison straightened up. "What, nerd girl?"

"Yo-You want to do this tonight?"

Ali rolled her eyes. "Why not?"

Spencer couldn't find a problem with Ali's logic, so she voiced another question. "Are you going alone?"

"Unless you're too much of a loser to come with." Alison waited a couple seconds, but Spencer didn't move an inch. "Then I'm going alone." She announced, picking up a heavy shovel and pushing the barn doors open determinedly.

Spencer sat staring at the swinging doors, drinking more and more of Ali's mom's vodka until the bottle was empty, and she was passed out. She stayed that way until a girl's scream woke her...-

Spencer shut her eyes to somehow avoid her friends' betrayed stares. She'd been staring at an irregular crack in the wall the whole time she explained her story, but now even that didn't seem to be enough.

Hanna finally shattered the silence. "What the HELL, Spencer!"

Spencer could feel tears pooling in her eyes.

"Ali's... alive?" Aria gasped, forgetting her coffee. It fell to the floor, spilling all over her shoes, but she barely noticed it. Her large brown eyes were trained on the crying girl on the bed.

"I changed my mind about what I said. You deserve everything that's happened to you in the last 24 hours!" Hanna spat. "Bernadette was innocent!"

"HANNA!" Aria scolded in shock.

"Well its true, isn't it? Aria, Alison isn't the only murderer, Spencer is too!"

Spencer finally lifted her head to look at Emily, who had been silent the whole time.

"Emily," she pleaded, "Say something."

Emily wordlessly drew her phone out from her pocket, clicked on a message, then presented the phone screen to Spencer.

Heads up, Em!
Sometimes Macbeth lovers can get little ideas from the play, huh?
-Kisses!
-A

Spencer gulped as she read the send time. A had sent this 30 minutes before Alison had knocked on Spencer's door. It implied that SHE had been the one to murder Bernadette, not Alison.

"Emily," Spencer started, "I just-"

The dark-haired girl shook her head. "Save it."

"Why are you just telling us this now?" Aria asked.

"Because-Because," Spencer took a deep breath, "Because Alison was the person that tried to kill me." All the sudden her head was spinning, and she felt sick.

The conversation was interrupted when a hurried nurse burst into the room to check up on Spencer. The three girls stood quietly to the side as the pontytailed nurse took the required measurements and numbers, then turned to exit. Spencer didn't know why she wanted to know this, but she called for the woman to stop.

"Do you know anything about a patient named Toby?" She asked desperately.

"Toby C.?" When Spencer nodded yes, the nurse continued in a sad voice, "I'm so sorry Miss, but Toby didn't make it."

A/N: Hopefully, you don't hate me now, (remember, not everything is what it looks (or sounds) like…..that sounds like an A text heehee), I'd like to get at least 7 reviews so I'm motivated to write fast! And check out "Loose Ends" Please and Thank you! G'night