The Sixth Doll~ Pretty Little Liars

Unbridled

"Who else?"

"Look, I know it hasn't been easy for you. And so does Spencer. I mean we heard you kind of had a relapse. But so did she!" Emily argued, crossing her arms.

"Spencer did?" he frowned.

"No, Isabel did. She relapsed twice because of that stunt you pulled on her," Emily snapped.

"Sh- she did?" Jason faltered, wide-eyed. "She never told me."

"She couldn't! You cut her off! And she doesn't even know you're back!" Emily scoffed. "And last night, when we tried-"

"Emily, my mom's got a lot of stuff going on right now, all right?" he interrupted. "I kind of need to keep a little space between me and Spencer."

"Why?"

"Because I need to keep a little space between her and my mom," Jason sighed. "Our family's already being harassed by the police, we don't need it from the girl next door, too."

"That girl next door happens to be your sister. And I'm not excusing Spencer, but we both know your mom can be-" she began, but Jason cut her off too.

"If you're expecting me to dump on her, it's not gonna happen," he snapped. "Going back to rehab a second time was... humbling. My mom was there for me."

"Well, maybe for you, but lately with Spencer-" Emily started.

"Emily, this is not the first time my mom thought Spencer was messing with our family," Jason said. He explained how his mom and Ali argued about someone harassing her, and Mrs. D thought it was Spencer.

"So your mother really believed Spencer was after Ali," Emily repeated incredulously.

"Look, I don't want to get into this. My mom needs me right now and I'm here to help her," Jason scoffed, turning around.

"What about Isabel?" Emily huffed. "You're so quick to forgive your mother, and you boast about how you're here for her, but Isabel loves you, yet you're not here for her."

"I called her. She didn't respond," Jason shrugged.

"I thought you loved her. Clearly, you don't. You need to try harder than calling her," Emily snapped, walking off.

-Isabel's perspective-

Later, Isabel met the girls at the Brew.

"...Ali could still be out there!" Spencer was saying.

"Hey, guys," Isabel smiled, and they hastily looked up at her.

"Hey," Emily said hesitantly.

"Okay, if you guys have plans tonight, break them," Hanna grinned, walking over.

"I was going to spend the night with a bottle of whiskey, me, and my tears, but go on," Isabel huffed sarcastically. Spencer stared at her. "I was joking, I threw all my alcohol out a week ago."

"We're going to be putting on wedding dresses for charity," Hanna explained, sitting down nest to Isabel.

"And why would I do that?" Isabel frowned.

"My mom found a whole new bag of clothes in Ali's bedroom," Hanna continued, and Isabel's eyes widened.

"Slow down," Emily blinked.

"Mrs. D knows Ali's alive, Emily," Hanna snapped, rounding on her. "I mean, if she's getting her new clothes, then she must know where to send them."

"Okay, but why do we have to get married in her backyard?" Isabel scoffed, crossing her arms.