Pretty Little Liars

Spencer POV

No matter what anybody says, it's my fault Hanna was taken. If I hadn't done those things, then none of this would've happened.

My phone began to ring, causing everyone to jump from the sudden noise filling the silence. I answered it, leaving the room.

"Spencer? Help. Please help me!" Hanna screamed into the phone.

"Hanna? Where are you?" I asked worriedly.

"They want you. They only took me because I protected you. Spencer, don't come. It's a trap," she whispered.

"Hanna. Hanna, tell me where you are," I commanded grabbing a pen and paper.

"I don't know."

"Come on think. Listen to your surroundings or something."

"They're back. I have to go. Trace this number," was the last thing she said before hanging up.

"Hanna? Hanna!" I yelled. "Dammit!"

I threw stuff off of my desk onto the ground in frustration. Slowly, I calm down and walk to the stairs. I hear their voices, in a hushed whisper.

Instead of going down and telling them about the phone call, I go back to my room, locking the door. My keys are on my bedside table, so I grab them and climb out the window down the side of the house.

As silent as I can, I get in my car and drive away. Once I felt I was safe enough away from everybody, I begin to trace the number Hanna called me from.

It led back to A's lair. Oh my god, Hanna's with Charles.

I drive as fast as I can to the hellhole I just escaped from, in order to save Hanna. Once I arrived, I hesitated on going in, my fear slowly taking over.

Ignoring it for the sake of Hanna, I walk in looking all over the place for her. When I did, I saw her on the ground, eyes closed, dry blood on her head.

Racing to her unmoving figure, I shake Hanna, trying to wake her up. When she didn't, I began crying, scared out of my freakin mind.

Looking around, I didn't see anyone, so I tried to get Hanna out by dragging her to my car. It didn't work, and the door was shut, locking itself by the time I reached it.

Dropping Hanna's arms, I bang on the door screaming for someone to open the door. With no response, I fall to my knees, still hitting the door as hard as I could.

Very faintly through the door, I heard footsteps. I begin banging on the door again, trying to get the persons attention.

"Help! Somebody help!" I screamed standing up.

"Spencer?!" A voice called through the door.

"Ali?!"

"I'll get you out!" She yelled and began to try to open the door from the other side.

My body was feeling heavy, and I fell to the ground a few feet away from Hanna and the door. The last thing I see was the door opening, and people storming in the place, rushing to our sides.