𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | h. marin

14

a/n: homophobic slur

finally got to update this book! How's everyone doing?

xxx

"She doesn't even look scared." Cassandra muttered, gazing towards the hidden rendezvous with Alison and Ian. The girls watched the video on repeat, unsure of how to take the news that their best friend was seeing an older guy.

Not just an older guy-- a man. 

A thirty-something year old man who was messing around with a teenage girl. This was far past a three-year age gap; it was pedophilia. Knowing that he abused his age and power over her for his own personal agenda was sick. 

"He pushed her, didn't he." Aria accused, intently watching the screen for the next part that she knew was coming. 

"All that mumbling and groaning, maybe she was gripping the ground because she was-"

"Looking for a weapon to defend herself?" Spencer interrupted, raising her brows at the blonde next to her. 

Hanna scowled, "Why are you snapping at me? I'm trying to give your creepy brother an out."

"In-law, okay? Ian is my creepy brother-in-law." the brunette corrected, her anger rising when the blonde rolled her eyes in response. 

"Okay, whatever he is, he just married your sister, and he might be a killer." Cassandra cut them off before the tensions between the two friends increased. 

"This just proves he was with her the night she died." Emily spoke up from her spot behind the group. She couldn't help it-- watching the girl she was in love with for so long meet up with this adult who possibly killed her scared the daylights out of her.

It's not like he lived in another state-- he was practically right next door. What was stopping him from killing off the rest of the group?

Nothing.

And that terrified the swimmer.

"Can we just watch this video one more time to figure out what they're saying?" Hanna interjected the brunette's worrisome thoughts. 

"No, please! I can't watch this again." Emily begged, taking large steps further from the computer.

Cassandra rubbed Hanna's arm and pulled it away from the video. "Em's right, let's just give it a rest." 

The Montgomery daughter attempted to bring Hanna to the couch with her, but the blonde yanked her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest - huffing like a three-year old who didn't get dessert. 

"Is anyone else cold?" Emily questioned, ignoring the antics that were taking place in front of her.

"I'll make hot chocolate." Spencer replied, heading into the kitchen to whip together a quick and simple drink.

"Hot chocolate? What is this, camp tamarack? We can't just sit around singing Kumbaya. We have to hand over the video." Hanna snapped, moving her hands around while she spoke in frustration - a habit Cassandra picked up on ages ago.

"What video?" 

Cassandra whipped her head behind the couch and held her breath. There he stood - the creepy brother-in-law with his set of pajamas on. 

"Uh, Hanna rented Tootsie, but she left it at home." Spencer stuttered; her eyes drawn to her computer open with Ian's face smack in the middle.