lying to the police is never wrong

Guilty Little Liars


I’m re watching for guilty little liars clues!

You thought you heard her scream? - Detective Wilden

“Yes I woke up before them and I realized Ali was missing so I went out to look for her” - Spencer. Did Spencer actually fall asleep after her fight with Alison in the backyard that night? We know she is lying to the cops but after Spencer went back to the barn, she would have talked to the other girls, not necessarily about Ali but its possible, they were all bullied by her. Were they all asleep when she got back? Spencer woke up to realize Ali was gone or that she had never come back after the fight? 

“Like Spencer said , we’ve told you everything we know.” - Aria

“He knows were lying !” - Aria 5 minutes later 

“Lying is not a crime” - Hanna

“The truth of the matter is that we don’t know anything that happened to Ali that night” - Hanna

“We do know about someone that might have wanted to hurt her” - Spencer

“We should have told the police the truth about Jenna’s accident the night it happened” - Emily

The liars know how to convince themselves that they did nothing wrong, that they know nothing about Ali’s disappearance. It is alluded to that Jenna is the one that would have wanted to hurt her but that makes no sense, this would be Jenna soon after being blinded, away at a hospital, because we only now see her coming back to Rosewood high. I think the liars guilt seeps through some of the things they say, our entire perspective is from that of the liars, how they are dealing with everything from Alison’s disappearance till now.

 I think the ultimate twist would be to finally show things from a perspective other than that of the 4 girls. We see the girls through the eyes of A, and we finally know what the girls did, we finally uncover the ugly truth they have been hiding from us and themselves. 

2.Tell Your Friends - (Yoongi Mafia AU)

One - Two - Three - Four - Five -  Six - Seven -  Eight  - Nine

Two :

There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it - Alfred Hitchcock

The loud music from downstairs had been like a dull knife as you entered a stupor for a few seconds. Like a harsh sea waves that edged your body side to side, your head spun like a carousel of television re-runs of the previous fifteen minutes. Despite the sudden nausea and your hands feeling like they were on fire, everything felt too slow for you, like you were in a drunken state of mind that hindered your reactions and ability to find keys.

As the shower curtain was pulled back rougher than needed this state of mind was burned along with all your hope.

He wasn’t what you expected in the slightest.

A practically baby faced gangster had stared down at you with a strange confusion in his eyes, eyebrows low over dark eyes that made his physique hooded. Despite the fresh young face, he was no less intimidating and you wouldn’t have been any less frightened of a gruff unshaven beady eyed monster that could have been lying in wait for Seungkan.

His eyes travelled to your curled up figure before returning to your eyes.

“Well, you’re a nice surprise” he’d chuckled, darker than you liked and turned his back on you again.

He went back to washing his already clean hands as you stayed in your frozen state.

It wasn’t a waiting game anymore.

The sound of running water and dim music from downstairs were the only things that were keeping you from bursting into tears. Because it wasn’t happening. It was all a bad dream. And you’d have gladly woken
up with a pounding headache and a night of mistakes rather than be sitting there, freezing and terrified.

“Apologies for our crude meeting” he’d murmured before clearing his throat, the discarded hand towel left at the side of the sink spotless, much like his raw palms and knuckles.

“I was just expecting someone else”

So were you.

He’d looked at you with an anticipation, his eyebrows raised, one cocked to the side, a silent question that you didn’t have the answer to. His black suit pants were left wrinkled near the top, along with his sleeves from where he’d rolled them up. Shiny shoes were absent of dust or wear, he’d looked like he’d just walked off a runway, the way he stood, one hand in his pocket, one shoulder lower than another. You kept your gaze on the cross bolo tie he wore rather than let your trail up to his face.

“Are you just gonna sit there?” he’d sighed, as if you were wasting his time, his tone was bored, disinterested.

“Suppose this just makes it easier”

With a glare of movement and a scuffle of black clothes he was leaning down over the bath, one leg over the side as he sat, perched at the edge, his body blocking your way out, as his arm kept him upright.

His other arm was pointed at you.

With a shiny hand gun that had a trigger begging to be pulled, within the palm of an all too changed man.

A scowl had painted itself across his once impassive face, all hint of boredom gone, having been replaced with a death like glare and the trained eye of a bullet that only had one target.

If looks could kill.

“Do you wanna tell me the reason you were sitting in a dark bathroom or will I have to persuade you?”

Looking at the gun and back up to his face, it was persuasion enough and you spoke in a whisper.

“I just wanted a few minutes away from the party”

“With Seungkan?”

“No, no we barely know each other”

“Then why’d I find you in his room? His locked room may I add”

Your heart had travelled up to your throat and for a second you took a shaky breath, your eyes stung from holding back unneeded tears, and as you stared down at your shoes, you traced the patterns of dirt you’d made, the gravel outside, the confetti on the floor, the sticky whiskey that had laid in a pool in Seungkan’s bedroom, created swirls of shoe imprints, a telltale sign you’d been there and still were.

“I picked it”

He seemed to find this slightly amusing as he  let out a ghost of a chuckle, an amused sigh almost. You didn’t see the funny side, all you saw was the gun he held like a piece of paper, or a one night lovers hand, carelessly. Like he’d held it a thousand times, and this was just another day to him.

His face told a different story to his grip, and it was easy to decide which was more appealing to look at in the moment.

“You looking for a fix that bad?” he’d asked you.

“No, no. I swear, I just wanted to use the bathroom. I didn’t steal anything”

“Didn’t say you did princess, but I wouldn’t put it past you, what with your talent for picking locks and all”

His compliment made your stomach churn with a new found sickness that was worse than the sudden nausea you’d experienced when he spoke first. You didn’t want compliments from him, backhanded or not. You didn’t want anything from him. 

“So, what you’re telling me is that, this is all a little coincidence? A case of wrong place wrong time?”

All you manged was a nod.

All he managed was a click of his tongue.

He hummed, giving you once over again, as if inspecting you for weapons. You weren’t much of a threat, all wide eyed and frozen, whatever he was looking for confused you. Whether his logic was that Seungkan had planted you here to be a witness of his boss’s abuse, or whether he thought you were some sort of cop, it seemed after a few minutes of silence, he came to a conclusion.

“You know what happened in there?”

He spoke to you in a softer voice, rather than the rough few questions had been poised in. Like he was speaking to a child, his gesture with the gun gave you no assurance that he wouldn’t do exactly what he’d done to Seungkan right back to you.

You swallowed. Were you supposed to answer?

“I said do you know what happened in there?” this time his louder voice had made you jump and he watched you with a curious stare.

You glanced between him and the bottle of rubbing alcohol on the sink.

“ Seungkan got beat up”

He seemed to find your childish words interesting as his scoff flew over your head and you tried not to let the embarrassment he was causing get to you. 

“I suppose you could say that”

He paused to flick hair out his eyes, the grey strands swept over his forehead in a mismatched manner, partly wet due the sweat on his brow.

“And who did that, to our dear Seungkan?”

Whatever sick pleasure he got from you explaining the situation to him you decided you’d give in to if it meant that gun would be put back in his waistband and you were left walk away.


Unsure if this was the right answer, or if one actually existed, your reply was met with a nod.

His head cocked to the side as he gazed at you through his fringe.

His next question made you hold a puzzled expression.

“And what do I look like?”

The moment he’d taken out the gun, you prepared yourself for pain. The moment he’d entered the room, you’d prepared yourself for being found. You hadn’t prepared yourself for a confusing interrogation from the embodiment of calmness and the face of composure.

You looked at him for a second, mono-lid eyes, messy faded charcoal hair, softer features than you’d have imagined for someone in his line of work. Was it fishing for off-handed compliments or was he trying to scare you?

But looking at his smirking gaze and tilted head, his aura gave off superiority, it more a test than anything else. His stance almost screamed make my day so I can put a bullet in your head when you answer wrong.

As confusing as the questions was, you almost laughed when you realised the answer.

Your hands went cold as you looked down at your feet and spoke.

“I don’t know”

A smile.

“I didn’t see you”

A grin.

“I didn’t see anything”

And instead of staring down the barrel of a gun, you were staring at Cheshire cat grin, gummy and impressed, you didn’t allow relief.

“I like you kid” was all he chuckled “You’re smarter than most.”

It seemed obvious then. Why the line the line of questioning went down the road it did. He was letting you explain to yourself what you were going to do. With a few prompting questions he’d let you answer your own.

There was no need for him to explain to you that you weren’t going to go to the police. That Seungkan wouldn’t be reporting this to anyone. That this man was free to do as he liked to Seungkan, because Seungkan had no matter of stopping it.

The first question the police would ask would be why this person had assaulted you.

You haven’t much going for yourself when you blatantly admit that you wronged your drug lord of a boss and he decided to teach you a lesson.

You were a witness to a ghost crime that would never be reported and never be known because it had never happened under anyone’s eyes. No eyes willing to speak of such an act anyway

You were right to not allow the relief to sink in though.

“But I liked Seungkan too, and he’s lying in a pool of his own blood”

His throwaway remark did nothing for your state of mind and all you could was nod. Your legs slowly going numb, you wondered how long he’d be able to keep his uncomfortable stance up. How long more you’d spend with a gun trailed at your head, itching to be fired. 

Just as you’d begun to inspect the rings on his fingers to distract yourself from his watchful gaze, he lowered his hand with a shrug of his shoulder, shaking it, to let the stiffness subside. 

He didn’t raise his hand again.

Instead you were met with the same presuming gaze and another set of raised eyebrows as he sat at the edge of the now unblocked bath. His eyes screamed a challenge and dared you to act on his unsaid expectations. It was like a chess game as he gleefully said ‘your move’ without speaking.

Rather than have your head blown off, you waited for him to cave. And he did, in the most unexpected way. 

“Well go on”


“Jesus Christ do I have to point the gun at you again to tell you to fucking leave?”

It didn’t take you long to react and you, as carefully as your shaking legs and light headed upper half could manage, climb out of the white bath.

There was a certain part of you that wanted to look back at him, as you exited the brightly lit bathroom and hurried past the unconscious bloody Seungkan who lay in the stained carpet face down. There was a certain hair raising moment where you’d paused on the stairs of the apartment complex and thought he’d followed you. But you gave in as you pushed through a hyper couple by the main door and finally looked back to the building. At the little window in the bathroom.

But there was no dark figure to make out, no wave goodbye, no sign at all of what had happened.

And there never would be.

There would be no police report, or any tell tale sirens flush out the house. Nobody would turn wide eyed to the bruised Seungkan Monday morning, because it was natural and more often than not, his state was never free of signs of late night scraps. There would be no sign of the no-named man who you’d decided had no face either now, because none of it happened, nobody had seen a thing.

Nobody, especially not you.


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