Don't Worry About Me--Spanna
“Thanks for staying over. My mom’s out of town and I just really didn’t want to be alone,” Hanna said, pulling on a pair of sweat pants. Spencer gave her a small smile.
“No problem,” she responded. When the blonde had tentatively asked her to spend the night, she’d been quick to agree. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how betrayed her friend must have felt, and she would do anything she could to make her feel a little bit better.
“I know you probably wanted to spend the night with Toby, but—”
“Han, I mean it. There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” Spencer interrupted.
“Besides, I think he deserves to be in the doghouse for a while,” she joked, knowing Hanna didn’t believe her. The blonde managed a smile, but it quickly disappeared as she peered at her friend’s face.
“Does that hurt?” she asked, gesturing to the bruise that was forming on Spencer’s cheek where Mona had slapped her. Spencer shook her head.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about me. How do you feel?” she asked. Hanna shrugged and sat down at the end of her bed.
“Confused. Hurt. Betrayed. She was my best friend. I mean, you guys are my best friends, but she was… She was there when I didn’t have anyone else,” Hanna said. Spencer nodded, understanding. It was true. They’d all lost touch after Alison went missing, and they hadn’t been there for each other. While she’d initially been surprised by Hanna’s friendship with Mona, she’d come to understand it, and she knew Mona meant a lot to Hanna.
“And then I feel guilty because as bad as I’m feeling right now, Emily must be feeling a million times worse,” Hanna said, tears forming in her eyes. Spencer put her arm around her friend.
“You can’t compare it, sweetie,” she said.
“Her girlfriend is dead, Spence. That’s a lot worse,” Hanna argued. Spencer sighed, knowing there was no winning this discussion.
“You can be upset over Mona without feeling guilty about what Emily’s going through,” she said carefully. A small cry escaped Hanna’s lips.
“She ran over me with a car,” she cried, crumpling into Spencer’s arms. The brunette hugged her close, rubbing her back comfortingly.
She couldn’t believe that a few hours ago, she had complimented Mona on what a good friend she was. She was a huge bitch and a major pain in the ass, and had acted like a total airhead most of the time, but Spencer had never doubted that she loved Hanna. Even when they’d gotten into arguments, she’d always believed that she genuinely cared about the blonde. Now all of that was being called into question, and Spencer knew that Hanna must be in unbearable pain right now.
“Why did she pretend to get notes from A?” Hanna asked through her tears. Spencer sighed again, for what felt like the millionth time that night.
“To keep us from thinking it was her. To feel included. To disassociate with her actions. I don’t know. Does it matter?” Spencer asked, running through the list of possibilities that had occurred to her. She gently wiped away Hanna’s tears with her thumb.
“No. I guess not. I just feel so bad for Mrs. V. Mona was the only thing she had. This is going to break her heart,” Hanna said, referring to Mona’s mother. Spencer didn’t know how to respond. She’d only met the woman in passing, but she knew that her husband had died when Mona was young, and Mona didn’t have any siblings.
“Do you think… Do you think she killed Alison?” Hanna asked in a whisper, afraid to say the words out loud. Spencer swallowed thickly.
“Maybe. But maybe not. I mean, it seems likely that the same person who killed Alison killed Maya, and we know that wasn’t Mona,” Spencer reasoned. Hanna frowned.
“Why do you think it’s the same person?” she asked. Spencer shrugged.
“Two girls, roughly the same age, killed in the same yard? Rosewood doesn’t exactly have a high murder rate, so two similar crimes have a high probability of being connected,” she explained. Hanna raised an eyebrow.
“Are you making this up to make me feel better about Mona? Because it sounds like you’re making it up,” she accused.
“I’m not saying it’s impossible that it’s two different people, I’m just saying it’s probably the same person. At least, I’d like to believe there’s only one murderer in Rosewood,” Spencer defended. Hanna nodded slowly, taking it in. Spencer did have a point. It was bad enough knowing there was one killer in Rosewood, but the idea of two…
“Do you think Emily’s okay?” she asked. Spencer smiled sadly.
“That’s one of the things I love most about you,” she said. Hanna furrowed her eyebrows.
“What?”
“How much you care about other people. Here you are, completely heartbroken, and you’re still worrying about everyone else. Me, Mona’s mom, Emily… You have the biggest heart of anyone I know,” she said seriously. Hanna blushed.
“I’m sorry we lost touch last summer. I missed you,” she said, laying her head on Spencer’s shoulder.
“It wasn’t your fault. We all could have done more,” Spencer said. The irony of Mona bringing them all back together wasn’t lost on her. She claimed to have been jealous of them stealing Hanna from her, but they probably wouldn’t have become close again if not for her actions as A.
“Promise it won’t happen again?” Hanna asked. Spencer smiled and kissed the top of Hanna’s head.
“I promise.”