❝ we all eat lies, when our hearts are hungry ❞
Halle Brewster made a promise she would never tell the secrets of the summer Alison DiLaurentis went missing. Only now, someone else was doing the telling - something Alison never got the chance to do...
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The liars had slept over at the Hastings' house. Spencer didn't really want to be alone, and neither did the others. A had proven their point — they couldn't escape her that easily.
Aria was sat on the sofa, still clutching the letter her mother had given her last night in her hand. "A sent this letter to my mom," said Aria, in bits over the shattered parts of her life.
On a stool, sat next to Hanna, Emily told the girl, "you know, it's not your fault, right? It's your dad's mistake, totally."
"No, it is my fault," Aria argued.
Spencer halted her movements. She looked at her friend with a firm gaze. "You did not hook up with her and then ask your kid to cover for you," she said, harsh but honest. She past the cream cheese spread over to Halle.
Halle took it from Spencer and offered in her opinion. "Spencer's right, you may have played your part in it being a secret, but your dad is the one at fault here."
"Ali said I should've told my mom right after it happened," Aria told them, wishing she had done that at the start before the secret came up to bite her in the ass.
"Ali?" Emily questioned. "Alison knew?"
"Yeah. She was with me," Aria stated, sipping at her coffee.
"So Alison saw this Meredith person?" Spencer asked, her and Halle sorting out breakfast for the girls.
Hanna almost choked on her own amusement. "Meredith? Her name's Meredith?" She saw Spencer nod, and Hanna claimed, "ew, that's not even a cute girl name." She found it oddly entertaining. "I'm seeing big pores and mousy roots."
Halle stopped what she was doing to scold the clueless blonde. "Han, it's a little soon to start the jokes," she said, "it's like pouring salt into a fresh wound."
"Does that hurt?" Hanna asked curiously.
"Wanna find out?" Halle asked rhetorically, a hard look on her seemingly still face.
Hanna shook her head. "No. I'm sorry, but--"
"Why couldn't she just leave it at the but?" Halle muttered.
"--if you're gonna cheat, you might as well do it with someone who deep conditions her hair occasionally," Hanna amused.
"Here." Spencer placed a bagel on a plate and shoved it at the girl. "Put something in your mouth besides your foot."
As the plate touched the surface in front of Hanna, the blonde realised how hurtful her words may have been to Aria. She span around slowly to face her. "I'm sorry, okay? Look, all I'm saying is that when my dad left, laughing sometimes helped. So did crying," she added truthfully.
"My father hasn't left, guys," Aria said defensively. She got up from the sofa and joined them at the kitchen-island, bringing both her coffee and the dreaded letter with her. "I mean, this happened over a year again."
