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I sighed, trying to ease the constant fear and panic that gripped my chest. It's almost hilarious that my whole life I've dealt with this weight on my chest. Only for it to become unbearable in the face of A.
"Is this appropriate for a funeral?" Hannah asked, strutting into the kitchen in a short, tight, date-night red dress.
Ashely Marin (Hannah's mom) starred wide eyed for a moment, before chocking out a quick no. I bit my lip to keep the laugh from bubbling out.
"I still don't understand why we're going to this thing?" Hannah said with a sigh, throwing her hands out.
I sighed, also not knowing why we were doing this.
"He was a police officer. Even though he wasn't a great one-"
"That's an understatement." I muttered.
"-doesn't mean our presence won't be missed." Ashley finished, "Now, go change. We have to leave."
Hannah turned to look at me, "Y/N, does this really look bad?" She turned in a slow circle, showing off every angle.
I sighed, "You look amazing in that dress, Hannah, you know that." I paused, giving her a look, and continued "But you should still wear black to a funeral."
"You're only saying that because you wear black all the time." She rolled her eyes.
I cracked a half smile, glanced at my phone, before shrugging. "Maybe, but it's the proper thing to do." I shot back, Ashley nodding along from the other side of the counter.
"See. Now, go change, hurry up." Ashley shooed Hannah away with a flick of her wrist.
My thought returned with a vengeance, only for my phone to chime with a message.
My hand hovered over it for a moment, hesitating to see if it was the Devil or finally a message from my sister (who disappeared off the face of the Earth a while ago).
I'm a Greenway, we don't run from fear.
Picking up my phone, I read the message, and felt my heart freeze.
Unknown:
A little nervous there, Little Green? Maybe you have something to hide?
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Opening the attached photo, the air left my lungs for a completely different reason. There starring back at me, was an envelope. An envelop that was addressed to my sister, explaining everything about A; how Mona was A, how A became someone else, Wilden, everything. There are things in that letter, that only should be shared between the Greenway sisters. Things that are only ok between the two of us.
Another chime.
Unknown:
If you want it back, go to the funeral.
I swallowed the knot in my throat. There were times where I really needed my sister, this was definitely one of them.
"Alright, lets go." Hannah announced, coming down the stairs in the same style dress, but in black. We locked eyes, and I discreetly tucked my phone into my pocket. I wore a black pantsuit and black heels.
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The girls and I moved around the church quietly. Searching for the casket. I spotted several people that I knew, and some that looked as happy about the funeral as the girls and I were. It was while we were walking out of the funeral, Hannah making a comment on a Wilden free future, only for two agents to approach.
I recognized them from photos Elle had sent me.
"Hi, I'm SSA Derek Morgan. This is SSA Jennifer Jareau. We're with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We'll be taking over the investigation of Detective Wilden and Allison DeLaurentis's death." He paused, looking each of us over. "You must be Spencer Hastings, Aria Montgomery, Hannah Marin, Emily Fields, and Y/N Greenway." Their gazes lingered on me for a moment longer, doing the comparison in their head.
"Welcome to Rosewood." Spencer said with a soft smile.
I nodded my head in greeting, not saying anything, and watching them closely. Just as they opened their mouth to say something more, a woman in a thick, black veil strode past us and got into a black car.
I watched her go, glancing at my friends, before focusing back on the FBI agents. "Do you mind coming down to the station and answering some questions?" JJ asked gently.
I cut in before the girls could say anything, "I'm sure you can read the compiled files that Detective Wilden and the detective from state. They have all our statements. If you have questions, contact us their Veronica Hastings." I said plainly, casting a quick glance to Spencer, who threw a subtle nod at me.
"Alright then. We'll be in touch then." Derek said with a smile, nodding his head in a goodbye before walking away.
Just as they walked away, all of their phones chimed. Sharing a hesitant look between us, we opened the message.
"Looks like a challenge just appeared." Aria read aloud.
"Will they believe me or you?" Spencer read next.
"Kisses." Hannah read the sign out.
"A." Emily finished.
"P.S. Little Green is about to be tangled in her noose." I whispered, clutching my phone and pinching the bridge of my nose in fear and frustration. Taking a deep breath, I faced the girls again. "I'm headed home."
I didn't bother waiting for a response, just turned and walked down the sidewalk. I went to the park first, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. The taste of tobacco and chemicals coated my tongue and throat. I leaned back legs crossed over the other, while my other arm was propped up against the back of the bench. That's when I felt it, the smooth crinkle sound of paper. Brows furrowing, I traced the paper to the edge and pulled on it. There it was, the letter that A had sent a picture of earlier. Sticking the cigarette into my mouth, I pulled the letter out, reading it carefully, making sure it was the same letter. That nothing had been altered. That familiar message chime brought my attention away from the letter.
Unknown:
Don't say I didn't give you anything. Consider this a last request. Kisses, A
Finishing the cigarette, and stuffing the letter into my purse, I continued my walk home. Hannah and Ashely were already there. I headed straight upstairs to the guest room that I had taken over once Elle moved away to work at the FBI and I ran away from home. With a deep breath, I pulled out the letter one last time. Fighting the nausea down as the words echoed through my brain. The advances, the lingering touches, Ian, Wilden, A. The tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, the familiar weight coming back to my chest and stomach. An oily, slimy feeling coated my skin.
I need a shower.
Stuffing the letter into a nearby drawer, I gathered some clothes and headed for the bathroom. Wondering what A would throw at us next to tighten my noose.