The very next day, I was finally released from the hospital. It felt amazing to be able to get up and walk around freely without being confined to a small hospital room. Even more importantly, I now had the support of my three best friends who would stick with me through thick and thin. I love them, and they love me.

I talked to Spencer over the phone after everyone else had left except for Ezra, who stayed with me at the hospital, sleeping on the couch. She apologized for acting the way she did when she visited me and I confessed to everything that had happened in the last couple days. She said that she was, in fact, happy for me and she was happy that I was with Ezra who, high school English teacher or not, was undoubtedly an amazing person and would make a fantastic father.

Ezra drove me to my house to get some of the essentials I would need if I was to be staying in a hotel room for who knows how long. I was released a day early from the hospital, and Ezra wanted me to stay with him. I originally wanted to surprise my mom, but he won my heart over with the promise of take-out.

As we approached my doorstep, I pulled out my keys and subconsciously reached back to hold Ezra's hand. He noticed this and sped up a bit to be alongside me as we walked into my home. He held my hand and I slid the keys into the keyhole and turned the doorknob that led into my house.

It was dark, and all of my mom's things were gone. Mike had left more than a few things behind, but I think he could live without them for a few days. My heels clicked on the hardwood floors as I walked to the stairs.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I said as I looked back at Ezra.

"I'll be here, babe." He replied as he leaned in to kiss me. We kissed and I went up the stairs to my room to grab a bag of my essentials.

Ezra, however, did not stay put like he told me he would and began to walk into the kitchen.

Ezra's POV (Point of View):

As I walked into my fiancé's family kitchen, I was hit hard with a raw, meaty stench. I followed it and what I found made me feel both disgusted and enraged.

There, on the counter, was a raw pig's heart. It was still covered in blood and had a handwritten note beside it on the marble countertop. I picked it up, and I read it. This is what the note said:

"Home is where the heArt is. Don't forget that, bitch.

Kisses -A"

As I finished reading, I grew so angry I could scream. I slammed the note down onto the table and pulled out my phone. I typed her phone number into the keypad and I could feel my face turn red with anger as it rang. As I heard her voice on the other end, I wanted so badly to scream at her. I thought that we had worked this out the other day.

"Hello?" She said. She obviously knew who it was, as I could tell by the way she greeted me. I wanted to throw my phone onto the floor and watch it shatter into a thousand pieces.

"Cut the crap, Mona." I began, my hands shaking with anger. "This needs to stop. Now."

"You agreed to join the team." She replied, heartlessly and coldly. She was about as eleemosynary as a snake. "I'm just here to make sure you follow through with your task."

"Yes Mona, I did. But that was before I knew that I had to start thinking of people besides myself. I love her, Mona, and I will not let you, the Team or that bitch behind all this ruin that." I said. I had to really hold myself from yelling into the phone, and it really made me angry that she had the nerve to say such things in an anonymous note. She was sick, cruel and heartless: just the kind of person that the Team wanted for the job. I don't even remember why exactly I became entangled in this mess of deceit and malicious intent, but I knew that I wanted out. And I thought that I had made that quite clear the last time she and I spoke, which was the day after Aria told me that she was carrying my child.

"Be careful, Ezra. We hear all. And after everything that bitch Alison did to you, I think you deserve some revenge. Don't you, Boardshorts?" As she said that final word, I froze. She was so cold hearted and she could ruin a relationship in a blink of an eye. This is why I felt obliged to complete all the tasks she threw at me these last few months. Not anymore. I had had it.

"Mona, I think you heard me loud and clear. I'm. Done. And after this note, I think that my resignation is submitted rightly so." I finished as I hung up. I was so enraged, I could just hit something. But I had to control my anger, as letting it loose would just bring me down to A's level.

As I was about to throw the note away with the pig's heart, I thought about how important honesty is in a relationship; especially one where one end was, at one point, working for the other's archenemy. And that end just happened to be me. I sighed and thought about why I would ever get into such a massive predicament just for the sake of accuracy for a novel I was writing on the life and murder of Alison DiLaurentis. Although it may seem morbid that I would want to write about such things, I actually meant for it to be like an obituary for her. Even though the girl had done some awful and despicable things in her lifetime, she didn't deserve to go out the way she did.

I picked up the note and left the heart on the counter. I walked over to the Montgomery's staircase and waited for Aria. As she came down the staircase, I met her halfway to help carry her bag. Honestly, I was surprised at how much she managed to shove into a tiny suitcase. I grabbed it and helped her down the stairs. I had to tell her about the note. It was now or never.

"Aria," I began, fishing in my pocket for the note,"I found this on your kitchen counter." I handed her the letter and she read it. I was honestly expecting her to cry, not because she was weak or dramatic, but because she had a lot going on in her life and she was almost three months pregnant. She actually, to my complete surprise, stayed perfectly calm as she walked into the kitchen still holding the note. I followed and watched as she looked at the pig's heart and pushed it into the trash can with a butter knife and kept the note.

"This bitch needs to tell me something I don't know." She replied as she tore up the note. The manner in which she did this told me that this was not the first time she had received not just a letter from 'A'.

Aria's POV (Point of View):

As I threw the shredded pieces of A's note into the trash can, I looked at Ezra. He was obviously surprised, but I don't think it was because of the note itself. If only he knew how often these things occur. Maybe then he would understand why I used to live my life in fear before I became engaged to him.

"Trust me, this happens far more often than it should." I said as I washed my hands in the kitchen sink. I could tell that his eyes followed me everywhere I walked in awe of my response to a seemingly malicious and threatening note. "It seems like I'm having to dispose of his or her dirty work every single day."

"What do you mean?" Ezra asked me as he walked over and pulled me into a hug. He was so good at making me feel better about any situation; including one that 'A' had set up. I loved him so much, and he needed to understand that that's the reason why I wanted to move in with him. I wasn't safe in my own home, and he knew that now more than ever since he had to knock out my dad before he hurt me more so than he already did.

"Ezra, do you remember when I told you about all this crap that's been going on? Well, it never stopped. My friends and I have been getting blackmailed and threatened almost everyday. Heck, Hanna got run over by this douche! I'm not safe here." I responded. When I was done speaking, Ezra was in shock. He hadn't known how much stress I was constantly under, seeing as both my relationships and my own existence could be compromised every time I dare to blink. If I could make him understand, maybe he'd help me and our baby stay safe. However, I don't think he needed to be persuaded.

"I'll start looking at houses when we get home." He replied, pulling me into a hug. That hug eventually turned into a passionate kiss and we didn't move for at least ten minutes. After awhile, Ezra looked at me and smiled.

"Ready to go?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair.

"I was born ready." I replied. I kissed him as he picked up my bag for me. I shut the door behind me and locked it tightly. Hopefully, I wasn't going to have to return anytime soon.

We began walking down my driveway, and Ezra put his arm over my shoulders. I giggled and he smiled down at me. He hugged me, pulling me in closer to his tall figure as we walked away from my old home. I was so excited to have such a wonderful man in my life and to be carrying his child. Sometimes, I couldn't even wrap my head around the fact that I was engaged to Ezra Fitz.

Then, I began thinking about what Ezra had said when I told him that 'A' hadn't stopped torturing my friends and I. Had he actually meant that he was going to look for a house that we could live in, just the two of us? I wanted to squeal in ecstasy at the thought of living in a house with my husband-to-be with a little mini-me or mini-Ezra in my arms.

As we got into Ezra's small, old-fashioned car, he looked at me with joy in his eyes as he turned the key to start up the engine.

"You know," He began,"we still need to pick out names. One for a boy and one for a girl. Just in case."

"You're right. I'll get searching when we get to your place." I said as I held his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel. He smiled and backed out of the driveway. I silently said goodbye to my house as we drove away. Good riddance.

I thought about A's message as we drove to the part of Rosewood in which Ezra lived. What had he or she meant? Home is where the heart is? It's a saying as old as time, sure, but the 'A' was capitalized. My archenemy always does this to make me overthink things, but I really felt like this one had an alternative meaning. Sure, the pig's heart lying on my counter was probably his or her version of a sick joke, but what did the message really mean? Then it hit me. The 'A' in the middle of the word 'heart' being capitalized was supposed to symbolize that 'A' wasn't just everywhere and nowhere, but also at the centre of my heart. I wondered what that could mean, then I began to feel dizzy.

Ezra. Was he involved with this whole scheme? Was my whole life just a game of marionettes to him and his crew of sick, twisted bastards that just wanted to see Alison DiLaurentis' friends get hurt?

You know what they say: home really is where the heart is. The question is, in which home did his heart reside?