DON'T BLAME ME.//J. DILAURENTIS.

3.

ophelia broke and her brother saw it. he only thought it was because of alison, not because some psychopath was sending his sister blackmailing messages. he had to do something and he had to do it quick.

she sat in her room staring at her wall, thinking of the first message sent to her. the night of glass as alison called it. she reminisced on the cold night.

"alison, we can't do this! he might be home!" ophelia whispered as they krept around the backyard of someone's house.

"please, we both know he isn't the best at being home." this caused her face to drop. "coast is clear, help me up." she boosted alison up to the window and she hopped in, soon pulling ophelia in with her. they walked around the dark house, shining flashlights, and there was not one picture of ophelia and her siblings. "what an ass. c'mon let's mess this house up."

she picked up a lamp but before she dropped it, ophelia stopped her. "wait, look." a picture sat hidden of the three morrissey children with their mother and father. "he still cares! maybe he was planning on seeing us soon or m-" headlights lit up the room. "oh god, hurry!" they snuck out and hid in a bush. "see he's al-" a woman and three kids exited the car, the woman holding hands with her father. "t-that asshole. my om hasn't even been gone for two years and-" a tear left her eye.

"i think i know what you should do." she picked up a brick and wrote a letter simply saying ASSHOLE in red. she looked at the brick and then his front window. she contemplated doing this but then she remembered trevor. her twenty year old brother who was taking care of two girls by himself because his mother was dead and his father was a deadbeat. then to quinn, who constantly asked where both her parents were. "do it." she wiped away her tears and chucked the brick through his front window. "hurry up and light this. NOW!" she handed her a lighter and lit the picture of the once happy family on fire. she dropped it in a trash can and sprinted down the street as she heard the front door swing open.

she began to cry, remembering how she still hasn't heard from her father since that night. "hey o." trevor leaned against her doorframe. "can we talk?" she nodded, allowing him to come in. he sat on her bed and his hazel eyes were full of hurt. "you're going to spend the next few weeks with aunt carol. before you whine, it's for your own good. after the incident i don't think it's best if you stick around here. stay low for a few weeks in new york. you leave tonight." he just got up and left. she knew he was doing this for her benefit but it only made the situation worse.

To Spencer: SOS

she snuck out the back door and rode her bike to spencer's which was a fifteen minute ride. bursting through the door, the four girls stared at her. "i'm leaving. trevor is forcing me to stay with my aunt for weeks!"

"you missed school today." aria mumbled. she nodded, knowing she hasn't been to school since they found alison. "wilden interviewed us. he was getting suspicious of you. saying he was going to your house."

emily put her hands over her face. "this shouldn't be happening. you know the story right?" she nodded.

"we'll miss you and keep you posted, okay?" spencer hugged her while the others joined in. "this s-" a knock came from her backdoor, she opened it to wilden. "what do you want?"

he laughed. "i came to your friend's house but she wasn't there. her brother said she would be here and i see her bike in the driveway. ophelia, let's go." the girls watched as she left the house in silence. the car rode was no better. "where have you been? not in school for four days?" she rolled her eyes. "stop acting so innocent, ophelia. i know you and alison were the closest. what happened that night?" she didn't speak but when he drove by the turn onto her street she got scared.

"what the hell are you doing? take me home!" she almost yelled.

"not until you tell me what happened!" he yelled back.

she slammed the dashboard. "we went to spence's barn, hung out, and fell asleep. when we woke up alison was gone! is that what you want me to say!" he just smirked and drove up her street. they pulled up to her house. "don't think i didn't forget what you did. pull that stunt one more time and we'll have a problem!"

"not the quiet, little girl you used to be. huh? she must've changed you. so sorry to hear you are leaving rosewood, hope to see you real soon." she slammed the door shut and grabbed her bike. she completely ignored trevor who was sitting at the kitchen table, bouncing his leg up and down.

she ran all the way upstairs to see quinn sitting on her bed with blonde doll who was wearing a yellow shirt. "quinn, where did you get that?" the doll had striking resemblance to alison. she ran over to the little girl and put her hands on her shoulders, shaking her lightly. "quinn, who the hell gave you that doll? i need to know now!"

she pointed to a box that sat on her desk. "the same person who wanted to me to give you that." the air in the room felt toxic, like she couldn't breathe it in. "they gave me this doll and that. they made me promise to give you that envelope in order to get the doll."

"quinn, leave. NOW." her little sister ran out of the room with the doll, leaving only the box and her. it took her a minute before she could even walk towards her desk. the box was wrapped in red wrapping paper. the box was heavy as she picked it up. slowly, she unwrapped the box and opened it. in it sat a brick with a note on it and something that was burnt. she picked up the note.

"THINK OF THIS AS MY GOING AWAY GIFT TO YOU SO YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE A LITTLE PIECE OF 'HOME' WITH YOU! DON'T THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY THAT EASILY!
-A"

she dropped the note and picked up the burnt paper. the family photo. the only two faces visible were trevor and quinn but a red "X" covered their faces. she through everything back in the box and hid it in her closet. no matter how far she went, A would be there.