❛ mom , i know this looks bad —— , okay. BUT I SWEAR. i didn’t make any of this up. ian tried to kill me. it’s the truth! ❜

light sniffle followed her pleads of DESPERATION. still could remember ice-cold fingers latching around neck ——— , FEET DANGLING as they tried to kick free over several stories high. ( the perfect place for her suicide! ) circulation cut off and oxygen running out as he proceeded to choke her , probably hoping that maybe she’d just pass out from LACK OF AIR before even beginning to fling spencer’s body down to the abyss. but when you’re a piece in someone’s game , when you KNOW TOO MUCH ———– , stuff that you don’t necessarily want to know , someone is going to make sure that you keep quiet. but it didn’t matter. because as CONFIRMED by mother’s knit eyebrows , mouth carved into a permanent disapproving frown ( one that’d seemed only reserved for the youngest hastings. ) ———– , she’d only ever be seen to them as desperate for attention.