Pregnant Little Liars

Look What You Made Me Do

*Hanna's POV*

I storm angrily down the street while pushing Ashley's baby stroller. I can't believe my friends would beyray me like that! I listen to the loud slapping sound of my shoes hitting the pavement, and wipe away my tears angrily. I huff as I storm past the town square.

"Woah, woah, woah, Hanna stop." A voice says. I keep walking. Moments later, Mona runs up to me and stops in front of the stroller. I halt.

"Go away Mona." I snap. Mona looks taken aback.

"Hanna, is everything okay?" She asks, noticing my tears.

"I'm fine." I say, wiping my eyes quickly and forcefully.

"Hanna, come on! I'm your friend. You can tell me anything." Mona protests. I sigh deeply, holding back tears.

"I don't know who my friends are anymore." I say, breaking down into sobs. Mona wraps me in a hug and wipes the tears from my eyes.

"There, there Han, it's alright. Let's talk over cupcakes, my treat." Mona suggests. I nod and follow her down the street to Lucky Leons Cupcakes. Freshman year of High School Mona and I would always stress eat together at the small Rosewood bakery. Well, I would stress eat. Mona would just watch and take pity on me.

We walk the short distance to the all too familar Lucky Leon's Cupcakes. The sweet aromas of vanilla and freshly baked goods surround us as we enter the shop. Mona orders a half dozen batch of Red Velvet, my personal favorite, while I find a nice little table isolated from the rest.

"So, tell me everything." Mona says, taking a seat on the oppsite side of me, and opening the freshly baked box of cupcakes.

***

"Oh Hanna, I don't know what to say." Mona says, ten tissues and a half a dozen cupcakes later. "I'm so sorry they did that to you."

"I'm sorry too." I say, misty eyed. I take a breath. "I'm just so tired of getting hurt, over and over again. I don't know who or what I can trust anymore." I admit, staring at my shoes.

"You know what you need?" Mona asks.

"No more cupcakes that's for sure." I say, pushing the wrappers aside. Mona shakes her head.

"No! A night off! A night all to yourself without Caleb, without Ashley, without Aria and Spencer and Emily. A night where you can do whatever you want! Go get a tattoo, buy a car, rob a bank! Go be spontaneous." Mona says in a way that's rather intriguing.

"A night all to myself?" I repeat. Mona nods. I think about it for a second. A night away would do me some good. It would give me a chance to forget about all the bad things going on in my life right now.

"Okay." I agree finally. Mona squeals excitedly. I pause.

"but who will watch Ashley?" I ask. Mona beams.

"I will!" She says. I hesitate.

"Oh come on!" Mona says. "You never let me have a chance. I'm Ashley's aunt remember? It's kind of my job to spoil her. Come on it's just one night, what do you say?"

"Well...okay!" I agree.

"Yay! Yes!" Mona says, jumping up and down. "I'll pick Ashley up in an hour!"

Two Hours Later

My friends are gone, Caleb's gone, A is gone, my mom is gone, Ashley's gone. For the first time in months, I am completely free to do whatever the hell I want. There are no rules, no guidelines; I'm completely on my own.

I decide that a shopping spree is the best way to go. It's been ages since I've gone shopping and I really need some retail therapy and polyvore sweaters to shake me out of my depressed mood.

I start driving to the mall, trying to push my anger and hurt away for at least tonight. I sit at the stoplight when something catches my eye. There seems to be some sort of event happening at the club, and it's overflowing with people laughing and having the time of their lives. I watch them as Mona's words play over and over again in my head.

Do something spontaneous.

I make a split second decision. It's my night. I can do whatever I want. I don't care about anything anymore, I just want to be happy. I turn my car around and head straight for the club. Whatever is making those people so happy, I want it, and I will do whatever I can to get it.

***
"One more, one more!" The crowd chants. I put my cup under the facet and wait until it overflows with booze.

"Chug, chug, chug!" They cheer. I hold the cup to my lips and chug it down. Then I hold out my glass to repeat the whole process over again. I never knew taking shots could make you so popular! The crowd cheers and chants as I continue drinking cupful after cupful of whiskey, wine, beer, and whatever else I could get my cup filled with.

Everytime I drink from the plastic red solo cup, all I can picture are the faces of the people who've hurt me, and I drink faster, hoping to drown out all the poison in my life with alcohol. Once I drink every last drop, I finally decide to stop, because I feel sick.

"Damn, if only every girl drank like you did!" A man with thick stubble and dark blue eyes says, flashing a smile. I fall onto the table behind me, too drunk to move.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Hanna Marin." I reply, my tongue thick and slurred with alcohol.

"I'm Travis, Travis Burne."

"I dated a Travis once." I say, going in for another refill.

"Oh really?" Travis asks, stepping closer. I nod and move towards him.

"Yeah, but he was a dick."

"Well then..." Travis says, sliding a hand down my back. "If Travis is your type, then how far are you willing to go with this one, Hanna?" His breath is heavy with alcohol. Shivers run up my spine. Before I know it, Travis' tongue is down my throat and his teeth are grinding against mine. It's uncomfortable, but I don't stop. It feels so good, so refreshing. I fall back against a pool table, too drunk and weak to stand. He thrusts himself on top of me and wraps his hands around my waist. I glide my leg across his body. He rips off his shirt, and I do the same. He climbs further onto the table. A crowd of people has gathered around us, snapping photos and cheering us on, while raising their cups. He then removes his shorts and my pants, our lips never losing connection.

Just before I can go any farther, I hear voices screaming my name. I ignore them and moan as Travis kisses down my body.

"Hanna!" Spencer screams. Firm hands yank Travis off of me.

"Hey, back off man!" Travis yells.

"What the hell Hanna!" Aria says, pulling me out from underneath Travis. I'm too drunk and stunned to know what's happening. The crowd is chanting: fight, fight, fight and Travis and another man are throwing punches.

"Get away from her!" A voice yells at Travis. I try to see my way around the mob of people. Someone screams loudly, followed by the rest of the crowd. I turn around to see what the chaos is all about, but before I can, I feel something cold and hard bash against the back of my head.

Shocked, I fall to the ground, my head throbbing.

"Oh my god help!" Someone screams. Flashing lights and sirens appear. People evacuate the club immediately, dropping their drinks at hand. I watch the chaos as I slip deeper and deeper into a comatose sleep.

***

My head throbs. I can vaguely hear the sound of rushing traffic. I let out a cry of pain, and force myself to open my eyes.

It takes me a while to regain consciousness, but once I do, I find myself strapped into the back seat of a car, with a bandage wrapped tightly around my head. The smell of alcohol lingers heavily in the air.

"Oh good, you woke up! I was beginning to think you wouldn't." Caleb says from the drivers seat.