pretty little liars ☹

chapter eight

dangerous [deɪn(d)ʒ(ə)];
able or likely to cause harm or injury.

brielles point of view

we are all intently staring out the window, observing dan. his hair which had always usually been straight, has a curl in it, showing off it's natural brown colour. though his face may look soft and squishy, his eyes, which i have always perceived as dark and dangerous, still remain just that; cold. he turns over and catches us with the corner off his eye, making direct eye contact with alyssa. alyssa turns around so that now her back is facing to the window, and we all follow suit.

"shit, he is scary," i deadpan. if looks could kill, alyssa wouldn't be breathing anymore.

"he hated josh! which means he probably hates us! he is it! he has to be! it makes logical sense!" alyssa says hurriedly in a singular breath. obviously she is just trying to find justification in dan coming back, but we need more evidence until we can accuse him. or maybe she is just as tired with all of this as we are.

"he is definitely a suspect, but we need more proof." ronan speaks my thoughts.

"true," alyssa says whilst breathing in slowly and deeply, trying to regain her calm.

"what the hell are you all on about," ashton asks. i dont want him caught up in my mess. "is dan bothering any of you?" he looks at with a patronising look. he knows something is up.

"no, we havent spoken to him. but he and josh did not get along. he is dangerous." abaset speaks for us all.

"i've got a headache," says alyssa, drawing the attention back to her. i give her one look over, and suddenly realise that she doesnt just have a headache. her shoulders are slumped forward and her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose, like she would always do when we were fighting. she was exhausted. "you guys stay here, ill be back." as she leaves the room to head downstairs, ashton pipes up,

"can i get a drink of water?"

"sure, follow me."

as ashton and alyssa go downstairs i get an uneasy feeling.

alyssas point of view

as i walk the short road to downstairs, i feel my head empty, yet full of thoughts. im just tired, and i cant fathom any other thoughts other than the mantra of sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep. i close my eyes, knowing the route to the kitchen of by heart, and re open my eyes as i reach for a glass. i pass the glass to ashton, whilst saying "the fridge has a water dispenser." he nods and starts filling his glass.

i reach out for a glass for myself, and feel an awkward, uneasy tension in the air. dan seeing me peer at him through the window scared me more than i let on. i fill my glass with tap water, and grab a panadol from the cupboard. i pop two and take them, hopefully they make me drowsy enough to sleep. i turn and create weird eye contact with ashton, feeling that he has been staring intently at me, and turn around again to head back upstairs.

ashton grabs my upper arm, and i instantly snatch my arm out from it. i may be delirious from sleep, but i dont like anyone touching me, especially my best friends boyfriend. "whats wrong?" i ask with a sigh. i hate humanity, especially when people annoy me or talk to me in general.

"nothings wrong," ashton says casually. he is pissing me off now.

"then why did you touch my arm?' i say, not bothering to hide my pissed off tone.

"because you're really pretty."

"fuck off," i say whilst rolling my eyes. but as i continue to head upstairs he grabs my arms and kisses me. it's not a nice kiss. his mouth is hot and he forces me to open my lips and pushes his wet tounge down my throat so it feels like he's choking me. his mouth moves quickly against me and for a few seconds i am breathless and in shock. before he can continue, i push him off of me and try to catch my breath before i scream "what the fuck!" everyone comes running down from upstairs, to see a pissed off me, and a guilty looking ashton on the floor.