Watch Your Step--Spanna
Spencer! Don't do this. We can't just hand over Ali! -Emily
Spence, I hope you know what you're doing. Em's really pissed... -Aria
Well thank god one of you has some sense. Text me if you need anything. --Mona
Spencer rolled her eyes and put down her phone. Leave it to Mona to be the only one who approved of her actions. She didn't care if Emily hated her tomorrow. She knew her friend probably would, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was saving Hanna and they were wasting precious time fighting about that sweater. Emily was never going to agree to just hand it over, even if it meant saving Hanna. There were too many things that could potentially go wrong, a small voice in her head whispered. AD could take the jacket and not let Hanna go, they could be wrong about Alison being Charlotte’s killer… She shook her head. She couldn’t think about that right now. She was not going to sit by and let Hanna die. So she stole the jacket, and left, dropping it off at the Lost Woods Resort. She couldn't stop checking her phone, praying to a god she didn't believe in that AD would reply. The phone beeped again and she quickly picked it up. Relief flooded her veins. It was an address, only fifteen minutes away from where she was. She turned on the car and started speeding to the place that she prayed held Hanna.
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Hanna shivered and curled up into a tight ball, trying to pretend she was somewhere safe. She had dreamt Spencer was there. When she’d opened her eyes, she’d hoped for a second that she was really there, but that was ridiculous. She was in the middle of nowhere, no one could find her. And according to this person, they weren’t even looking. So she'd tried her hardest to follow her dream girlfriend's advice, but it was impossible. The door she had found was locked, and even on a normal day she didn’t think she would be strong enough to break it open. Now, soaking wet and weak from the shocks, she could hardly walk, let alone kick down a door. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop the tears.
"Your friends don't care about you! They're leaving you here to rot!" Hanna's captor yelled. She'd finally admitted that she didn't know who killed Charlotte, and that she'd only pretended it was her to save her friends. The person sprayed her with a full blast of water again, the force sending her backwards. She cried out, wondering why they were doing this to her. Where they trying to give her hypothermia? Or did they just want to humiliate her? Was there some other purpose for this? If Spencer was here, she'd probably have an answer. Even if she ever saw her again, she wasn't sure she'd be able to bring herself to ask.
"Stop covering for them! They don't care if you die in here! Only you can save yourself. Who killed Charlotte?"
"I don't know!" Hanna yelled, tears streaming down her face. She could hear the person walking toward her, but she couldn’t see them. She backed up until her back hit the wall, turning to desperately claw at the wooden wall. Splinters were digging into her finger tips and getting under her nails, but she ignored them, screaming for help. She heard a buzzing sound behind her, and then felt a burning zap on her back. She screamed as the pain overwhelmed her. The person continued to shock her as she fell to the floor, asking her who killed Charlotte over and over until the words jumbled together in Hanna’s mind.
The sound of the door opening made Hanna scramble up and back away fearfully.
"Please, please don't hurt me! I told you everything I know, I promise!" she sobbed. She couldn't take more of this treatment. It was going to kill her, she knew it.
"Hanna?" Spencer's soft voice called. Relief flooded Hanna. They’d lied.
"You came for me," she said breathlessly, feeling guilty for ever believing Spencer would leave her here.
"Of course I did. Where are you, babe? I can’t see," she complained, trying to follow Hanna's voice. Hanna hobbled painfully over to Spencer, whimpering with each step. Once there, she threw her arms around her girlfriend.
“Thank you for finding me,” Hanna whispered, burying her face in Spencer’s shoulder. She let the tears flow freely, relieved to be in her girlfriend’s safe arms.
"You're wet," Spencer commented worriedly, holding Hanna tightly. She could feel her girlfriend shaking against her, and worried about how cold she was.
"They sprayed me with water," Hanna admitted, the words spilling out of her against her will. "Before shocking me, they sprayed me with water. Why would they do that?"
Her voice broke and she felt Spencer tense up.
"I-it makes the shock travel through your body easier and amplifies the pain," she said. Tears flowed down Hanna's face.
“They didn’t just want answers, they wanted to really hurt me,” she whispered, the realization making her shiver.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Spencer said worriedly, shrugging off her jacket and putting it on Hanna. The blonde pulled it tight around her body, grateful to cover up her body before Spencer could see it. She was sure she had bruises and burns, and while she knew Spencer would eventually see them, she wanted to put it off as long as possible.
"Watch your step," Spencer warned, guiding Hanna outside. Despite her warning, the blonde stumbled over a small step at the exit of the cabin. After so many hours of blackness, even the soft moonlight was hard on her eyes. She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust. They slowly made their way to the car, where Spencer quickly buckled Hanna into the passenger seat. She grabbed a blanket out of the back of her car and tucked it around Hanna.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Hanna shook her head.
"Please, take me home," she begged. Spencer nodded.
On the way back to Rosewood, she called Aria to tell her that Hanna was safe. As expected, Emily was pissed, but relieved that Hanna was okay.
“Do you want to see them tonight?” Spencer whispered to Hanna. The blonde shook her head. All she wanted to do was crawl in bed with her girlfriend and forget the events of the past twenty-four hours. Spencer nodded in understanding and told her friends they had to wait until the next day.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into Spencer’s driveway. Once inside, Spencer helped Hanna into a warm pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She gasped at the sight of Hanna’s injuries, but didn’t say anything.
Finally, Hanna was able to get in bed. She curled up against Spencer, her head on her chest. Spencer held her tightly, not wanting to let her go.
“They said you didn’t care that I was gone. They said you weren’t looking for me,” she whispered. Spencer swallowed heavily.
“I’d never stop looking for you,” Spencer promised, nuzzling the top of Hanna’s head.
“Thank you,” Hanna murmured. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“There’s no need to thank me. You’d have done the same for me. Now sleep, sweetie,” she instructed softly. Hanna sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. Within moments she fell into a dreamless sleep.