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the_hastings_way"What about school? Melissa, I graduate in June!" Spencer snapped, still attempting to pack her things as she spoke.
"Mom talked to the school, they've arranged for you to take your classes online as part of a 'Study Abroad' program. You'll have to write a few extra papers, but you'll graduate this year- Likely early," Melissa replied, calm despite Spencer's panic.
Melissa was a good two inches taller than Spencer, and though they had similar brown hair and features, Melissa always looked colder somehow. Even in moments like this, when she was simply trying to protect her little sister, she was noticeably older, and her expression was guarded. Almost as if she was worried even the slightest crack in her walls would let all her secrets out- And boy, they both had a lot of secrets.
"One of my best friends is about to go on trial for murder, Melissa!" Spencer snapped, throwing her floral, Tory Burch pumps into her bag as she spoke. "Am I supposed to just not be there for her?"
Melissa seemed to bite something back, chewing her bottom lip, then pursing them tightly for a beat before speaking. "They've offered her a plea, Spence- All she has to do is name her accomplice, and she gets off with a few years in prison," the older Hastings said quietly.
It was only then that Spencer stopped what she was doing.
"You think she's going to name me? Melissa, I didn't kill Mona," Spencer said, her voice tight and unsteady.
Melissa held one hand up, making it clear she didn't need to hear whatever Spencer had to say. "But you did try and strangle her once in front of a room full of people- You're the police's favourite suspect, and we both know that if Ali goes down, she's going to take someone with her- Spencer, we both know she's always had an axe to grind with our family."
Hands trembling, Spencer sat down on the edge of the bed.
--- --- ---
That had been three months ago. Three months in London, and Spencer was starting to feel like herself again. Living with her sister wasn't ideal, but it had as many perks as it had problems. Sure, it was awkward now that Melissa had gotten back with Wren, the man who'd kissed Spencer the first time they'd nearly been wed- And It was a little strained since Spencer had hooked up with Melissa and Wren's room mate... Though Spencer felt certain Melissa had picked the gorgeous, well educated man to share a flat with to insure Spencer had no reason to pay any attention to Wren.
Spencer rolled her eyes at the thought, leaning back in her seat as she sipped her latte and continued to people watch. She'd finished school early, just as Melissa had predicted, and despite her panic that she'd never get into any University ever now, she had been offered a spot at King's College in the fall- Thank's to Wren, who had a friend there.
Honestly, everything seemed to be back on track. It was perfect, everything she'd ever wanted... So why was it she felt so hollow?
Perhaps it was because she'd abandoned her friends when they needed her the most. Or perhaps it was because she hadn't heard from Toby since she'd flown out here...
Her phone chirped, and she absently picked it up. Once upon a time she'd flinched every time she received a new message, but it had been over a month since her last A text. Maybe she was finally safe. Maybe this is what they all should have done from the start.
However, when she slid her thumb across the screen to unlock it, her latte fell from her grasp, hitting the tiled brick where she sat outside her favourite cafe. Coffee and ceramic scattered around her feet, but Spencer's eyes were on her phone.
Don't get too comfy Spencer. It's your turn next. --A
Below was a photo of the latest issue of the Rosewood gazette, featuring a photo of Alison being removed from the courtroom in handcuffs. The headline was large and bolded, and only one word.
Guilty.
"Mom talked to the school, they've arranged for you to take your classes online as part of a 'Study Abroad' program. You'll have to write a few extra papers, but you'll graduate this year- Likely early," Melissa replied, calm despite Spencer's panic.
Melissa was a good two inches taller than Spencer, and though they had similar brown hair and features, Melissa always looked colder somehow. Even in moments like this, when she was simply trying to protect her little sister, she was noticeably older, and her expression was guarded. Almost as if she was worried even the slightest crack in her walls would let all her secrets out- And boy, they both had a lot of secrets.
"One of my best friends is about to go on trial for murder, Melissa!" Spencer snapped, throwing her floral, Tory Burch pumps into her bag as she spoke. "Am I supposed to just not be there for her?"
Melissa seemed to bite something back, chewing her bottom lip, then pursing them tightly for a beat before speaking. "They've offered her a plea, Spence- All she has to do is name her accomplice, and she gets off with a few years in prison," the older Hastings said quietly.
It was only then that Spencer stopped what she was doing.
"You think she's going to name me? Melissa, I didn't kill Mona," Spencer said, her voice tight and unsteady.
Melissa held one hand up, making it clear she didn't need to hear whatever Spencer had to say. "But you did try and strangle her once in front of a room full of people- You're the police's favourite suspect, and we both know that if Ali goes down, she's going to take someone with her- Spencer, we both know she's always had an axe to grind with our family."
Hands trembling, Spencer sat down on the edge of the bed.
--- --- ---
That had been three months ago. Three months in London, and Spencer was starting to feel like herself again. Living with her sister wasn't ideal, but it had as many perks as it had problems. Sure, it was awkward now that Melissa had gotten back with Wren, the man who'd kissed Spencer the first time they'd nearly been wed- And It was a little strained since Spencer had hooked up with Melissa and Wren's room mate... Though Spencer felt certain Melissa had picked the gorgeous, well educated man to share a flat with to insure Spencer had no reason to pay any attention to Wren.
Spencer rolled her eyes at the thought, leaning back in her seat as she sipped her latte and continued to people watch. She'd finished school early, just as Melissa had predicted, and despite her panic that she'd never get into any University ever now, she had been offered a spot at King's College in the fall- Thank's to Wren, who had a friend there.
Honestly, everything seemed to be back on track. It was perfect, everything she'd ever wanted... So why was it she felt so hollow?
Perhaps it was because she'd abandoned her friends when they needed her the most. Or perhaps it was because she hadn't heard from Toby since she'd flown out here...
Her phone chirped, and she absently picked it up. Once upon a time she'd flinched every time she received a new message, but it had been over a month since her last A text. Maybe she was finally safe. Maybe this is what they all should have done from the start.
However, when she slid her thumb across the screen to unlock it, her latte fell from her grasp, hitting the tiled brick where she sat outside her favourite cafe. Coffee and ceramic scattered around her feet, but Spencer's eyes were on her phone.
Don't get too comfy Spencer. It's your turn next. --A
Below was a photo of the latest issue of the Rosewood gazette, featuring a photo of Alison being removed from the courtroom in handcuffs. The headline was large and bolded, and only one word.
Guilty.
