Author's Note: So a lot of you seemed very confused or just kind of lost yesterday. It turns out I accidentally made a mistake (if you didn't notice, the numbers corresponding to the one-shots and the chapter numbers were out of sync and messed up), and the song Here We Go Again by Demi Lovato was really supposed to be there in the place of Frost by Rachael Sage so I uploaded the former and took down the latter. And then the next day, I re-uploaded the latter (and was supposed to upload this). I would really like it if those of you who have the time or are interested in reading that one-shot go over and read that one because I actually like it and I don't think it's that bad (unlike how I feel about 92% of my work).

Day Ninety: In My Veins by Andrew Belle feat. Erin McCarley

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

That was the only sound I heard for forty minutes. Forty minutes I waited for someone to get me out of that interrogation room. Forty minutes was the exact length of time I had to endure the detectives hounding me with questions.

What happened to Alison DiLaurentis?

Why are you torturing Aria Montgomery, Emily Fields, and Hanna Marin?

What are you really planning?

Whose side are you really on?

But instead of answering any of those questions, I just stared at that murky glass of water. About four or five times every minute, a new droplet of water would fall from the ceiling and into that glass. We paid so much to this place in tax dollars and they couldn't even be bothered to fix the leaky old roof?

It's not like I planned it this way. It's not like we planned it this way. We both started loyal to the other girls. But as time went on, we both realized that there was only one person in this world we absolutely needed to be loyal to—ourselves.

And maybe there was only one other person in the entire world we wanted to remain loyal to—each other.

Plans were made, promises were broken…and there I was. Me getting arrested, starting that fire, and locking them inside was my own twisted way of saying goodbye to them. I know I sound sick and calculating, but I truly did love those girls. Too much. I loved them too much to leave them at the torment of A any longer.

I really wanted them to die in that fire. If they didn't, I already knew it could be months and even years before A plans on lightening the torture. I was doing what I knew A wouldn't do; release them. I was trying to release them.

But like I said, things never do go quite as they're planned. Everything reliable and feigned…becomes unsteady. It leaves, like an unfaithful spouse. What a slut. But then it comes back and finds you. It always does, right when you stop needing to rely on it anymore.

"Miss Hastings?"

I looked up to see the detective who had been interrogating me for those grueling forty minutes.

"Your sister is here for you. She posted your bail, so…you're free to go," he said nearly through his teeth.

Melissa had been there, but she'd left just as soon as she had gotten there. As soon as she walked me out, she turned to me.

"Toby practically begged me to let him drive you home, so…" she trailed off. "I need to run some errands anyway. But Mom and Dad really wanted you home as soon as possible," she told me.

I nodded and looked over, where I saw Toby standing. He didn't look at peace like he typically did.

"You know we almost both got caught tonight, right?" he inquired as he kept his eyes on the road.

I looked down and bit my lip before nodding. "Yeah, I know. I'm glad you were able to get away."

It was very silent for a few minutes. "You know everything is going to change for us now. They know about you," he told me meekly.

"I know."

This whole goddamn mess. I didn't know how much longer I could deal with it. Everyone—everyone—had some part and it drove me insane.

"What if they figure out we're working together, or…what if they don't?" he asked finally.

"What are you talking about?"

"When I spoke to Melissa, she said that they want to charge you. With arson, with murder, with blackmail—the whole nine yards. Spencer, I can't lose you. You're…you're...you're a part of me," he confessed. "What are we going to do?"

More deadly silence. I knew in the scope of our relationship…these were the dark days. I didn't know how much more I could take. Well, I knew I couldn't take any of it if not for him. He was like sunshine shining down in the midst of the darkness—though I knew that didn't make sense since realistically speaking, he was helping to cause a lot of these problems.

Then, something came into my head. "I have an idea. It's a crazy idea, but…what if we got married?" I asked.

He almost wrapped the car around a tree as we drove down the street. "Spencer…are you insane?"

"Maybe, but listen; if you and I got married, you could never testify against me in a court of law and I could never do the same to you. Toby, if they were to charge me with murder and arson and all of that and they asked you to testify against me, you'd either have to tell the truth or be charged with perjury."

I knew I was unloading a lot onto him, but I think I knew which decision he'd ultimately make.

"We're insane, aren't we?" he asked in nearly a whisper.

"But…in order for this to work…you can't run away again, Toby. It's too dangerous and I can never do it without you," I told him.

He had to take a moment of hesitation. "This really was not as romantic as I had hoped but…okay. But we can't tell your parents or Melissa or anyone else our real reasons for getting married."

I nodded vigorously. "But you know…I love you, right?" I asked weakly.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know. I wish we had better—"

"I know, but…I can't leave you again and you're the only one who knows all of this."

As we stopped at a red light, he looked over at me and took my hand. It was so simple and so comforting.

I knew we were going to make it through this together.

Sarah: What?

AL3110: I am so, so confused. Why are we quoting "Gods & Monsters" right now? I started laughing when I read that...there's that certain someone I've told you about who I really want to high five in the face with a chair right about now. And whatchu talking about? That wasn't a one-shot one-shot. A one-shot one-shot is when it's a legitimate one-shot and it has no breaks in it or anything. it's just...a one-shot. I guess.

So, like I said, I would much appreciate it if you could hop on over to #88 and read it (if you don't even wanna review, that's cool, too). I'd really appreciate it. Like really, truly, deeply, madly appreciate it.

And that is all for today because I really need to get back to studying. The first final up on Monday is...English. Phew, because that should be an easy one. Apparently, I'm a persuasive writer with strong theses (and yay, there's an essay on the final), so I'm kind of happy for this final. I just wish it was the last one. But it's Latin. At least it's not math. You know what math is; Mental Abuse To Humans. -Kayson