So... this is long overdue. How are you all? Um, here's the second and final chapter of "Family Secrets." Please enjoy.

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As soon as Spencer opened her eyes, recent memories were flooding into her mind. CeCe's - or Charlotte's - tragic backstory, this Alexandra who was apparently her twin sister; everything was rushing her all at once. She sat up quickly, closing her eyes again. She hoped that if she willed it enough, everything she had learned would cease to be true. Maybe when she opened her eyes once more, she'd be in a world where A never existed.

"You should have waited, Alex."

Scratch that. She'd know that voice anywhere. CeCe's voice was unique. It commanded attention and everyone she met gave it without resisting. It was like Ali's in a way, but much stronger. Much more condescending and manipulative, yet sprinkled with charm and covered by a dazzling smile; a mere mask.

"Well, you were taking too long."

That second voice was Alex's for sure. She recognized her own voice, even with the accent. Unlike CeCe's, Alexandra's voice demanded attention. She seemed like someone who would do anything to get what she wanted, by whatever means necessary. She was blunt and outspoken, never hiding how she felt.

Spencer sighed and opened her eyes once more, trying to get them to focus. How long had she been out? She looked to the side to see both CeCe and Alex staring at her. She blinked, not knowing what to say to the two. What were you supposed to say to two forgotten women, one of which being your twin sister? "Can one of you please explain what's going on?" she demanded finally.

CeCe sighed. "I guess now is a good as time as any," she accepted, sending a glare in her companion's direction. The blond sat down on the bed next to Spencer and asked gently, "Spencer, have you ever felt like an outcast in your family?"

Her simple words rattled Spencer to her core. What kind of question was that? Of course she had, but CeCe would know that. CeCe was A. Why was she acting like she suddenly cared about Spencer's feelings when she was nothing more than a doll? "Of course not," she answered sarcastically. "Being stalked for two years would never make me feel like an outcast."

CeCe rolled her eyes. "This goes far beyond me, far beyond Mona," she pointed out. "Melissa was the golden child, right? She set the bar. You wanted attention from your parents? You had to outshine her. Tell me I'm wrong."

Spencer flinched. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about," she snapped. She usually wasn't so quick to react emotionally, that would be a job for Hanna, Emily, or Aria. She and Alison both assessed their situations, knowing where to hit people and how to make it hurt. They were experts at hiding what they were thinking. Unlike Alison, Spencer didn't use this shared "power" of theirs often, only when needed. But now she was dealing with someone who was better at it than the both of them combined.

Alex cackled. "Looks like you hit a nerve, Charlotte," she commented.

CeCe looked proud of herself. "Of course I did."

Spencer clenched her fists, trying to keep her cool. Getting upset would do her no good here, only give them both satisfaction. "Was there something you wanted to tell me, or not?"

The blond nodded. "Right. There's a reason that you've always felt like an outsider."

She didn't like where this was going. "And what reason would that be?" she spat. "The fact that I have a twin sister that no one ever bothered to tell me about?" Something wasn't adding up in her head. How had she not known about Alex? Her parents wouldn't give up one of their children. They Hastings' were a lot of things, but they'd never do something like that.

And where had she been all this time? Radley? She doubted that. She had been there for a while and not once had she seen her look-a-like. She would have definitely noticed that. There was also the matter of how CeCe knew her. How the hell did CeCe know her twin sister, but she herself had no clue she existed? Not only knew her, but the two looked close. That didn't make any sense.

CeCe pursed her lips. "I suppose that's part of it, yes," she admitted.

Alex groaned. "For the love of God, just tell her about Mary Drake already!" she complained.

The older woman sent her a glare. "I would, Alexandra, if you would let me speak."

The brunette crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Fine," she relented.

CeCe sighed. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," she began. "My mom, Jessica, had a sister. A twin sister that no one knew about because she'd been in Radley for the majority of her life. Her name is Mary Drake."

Spencer wondered why she was telling her this. What did she care what deranged relatives Jessica DiLaurentis had? She didn't. That woman meant nothing to her. Less than that, even. She didn't voice this, however, knowing what A was capable of when angered. "What about her?" she implored.

CeCe seemed to be steeling herself before continuing, "As if being sent to Radley for my entire adolescence wasn't enough, it turns out that she's my biological mother," she revealed, obvious pain in her eyes. So A did have feelings after all. Interesting.

That surprised Spencer. "So, what, Mr. and Mrs. D took you in because Mary Drake was in Radley?" she asked. It wasn't uncommon for people to take in their sibling's children if that sibling was unable to, right? "What does that have to do with me?"

CeCe arched an eyebrow and began to speak, "You know how Jason was conceived, don't you?"

Spencer scowled. "During my dad's one-night stand with Mrs. D, yeah, I got that," she remarked snidely. "What does that-" She suddenly stopped, the pieces coming together. "Did... my dad sleep with Mary Drake? Are you my sister?"

The blond tilted her head, as if she were thinking. "In a way," she answered cryptically. "But not the way you're thinking of."

She was losing her patience. "Then tell me already," she hissed. "What does this - any of this - have to do with me?" She would never admit it to her captors, but she was terrified. Not only was she at A's mercy, what they were withholding from her gave her a feeling of dread in her stomach. "Give me a straight answer for once." Of course, that wasn't how A operated, but maybe she would this time.

CeCe said nothing. Alex looked between the two for a moment before speaking up, "I'll tell her if you won't." They stared at each other for a moment before the older woman shook her head. "No, I can do it. I think you make her uncomfortable."

The brunette scoffed. "You torment and stalk her and her friends for a year and somehow I make her uncomfortable?"

"How about you both equally make me uncomfortable?" Spencer suggested with a raised eyebrow, making them turn their attention back to her. "Now that that's settled, can we get on with this?"

CeCe nodded. "Spencer, Veronica Hastings isn't your mother," she revealed slowly, her tone soft.

Spencer blinked. "What?" If she didn't think the woman in front of her was crazy before, she most certainly did now. There was no way that she wasn't Veronica's daughter, it just wasn't possible. "Of course I am."

Alex shook her head. "Afraid not, sis." She climbed onto the metal footboard and leaned up against the wall, legs casually crossed. "Apparently, our 'dear old dad' couldn't keep it in his pants and screwed Mary Drake, thinking she was Jessica DiLaurentis." She gestured to herself and her twin. "Hence, our birth."

Spencer shook her head. "No," she said firmly. "No, I don't believe that." They couldn't be telling the truth. People were always telling her how much she looked like Melissa, how much they both looked like Veronica. They had to be lying. It must have been a trick to get into her head, another one of A's manipulations.

CeCe rolled her eyes. "Use that smart head of yours, Spencer," she urged. "Your 'parents' disregard you because your illegitimate. Your sister treats you like your beneath her because in her eyes, you are." She took the girl's hand in hers. "We've both been where you are. Outsiders. Forced to reside with a family that will never accept you. We understand you, Spencer."

She ripped her hand away. "You don't know me," she snapped. Though, as much as she wanted to admit it, what her captor was saying made sense. Too much sense. She had always felt like an outsider in her own home. She had always figured that was due to Melissa being the "Golden Child," but now she wasn't so sure.

This was insane. She needed to get out of here. She wanted to see her parents. She wanted to see her friends. She wanted to see Toby. Heck, she'd even want to see Ezra or Caleb. She needed to see something that made sense.

"I know you better than you know yourself."

Spencer turned to her supposed sister, dark brown eyes ablaze with raw defiance. "If we're sisters, why are you doing this? Why do you put so much time an effort into making me - us - suffer? If your my sister, why would you want to hurt me?" Sure, Melissa had her faults, but she would never lay a finger on Spencer. The two might not have liked each other, but they would always love each other.

CeCe was quiet for a moment before answering, "I didn't know you were my sister when I stole the game from Mona," she answered.

She feigned surprise. "I thought the great and powerful A knew everything," she jabbed.

The blond shrugged. "Even I have my limits."

"I guess you learn something new everyday," she spat in response.

CeCe rolled her eyes. "Anyway, when Shana died that night, I was going to stop the game," she explained. "It was the perfect time, right? After leaving the country with the passport Ali gave me, I decided to look for the missing link in my family." She gave Alex a warm smile. "My long lost little sister. And who happened to help me with that?" Her smile twisted into a smirk. "Wren."

Spencer's eyes went wide. "Wren?" she repeated. Could she trust no one? She hadn't even heard from the doctor in months. Even he was conspiring against her?

"I think I should let Alexandra take over."

Alex grinned. "About time." She leaned in closer to her twin sister. "I met Wren while I was working at a local bar in London," she told her. "He thought I was you. It must have been fate that he came across me. Anyway, I explained my story to him and he got in contact with Charlotte. We met up when she flew in from France and immediately hit it off." She glanced at her older sister fondly. "It was like we were meant to meet."

CeCe continued after that, "When I saw Alex I immediately knew that you were my sister too. I told her about you and she was insistent on coming here to meet you. See, we've come to a decision."

"And what would that be?" Spencer spat out. She didn't like the sound of this at all.

"We're going to save you."

"Save me?" parroted the brunette incredulously. "From what? You're the one holding me hostage."

Alex shook her head. "She doesn't even see it," she muttered out of pity. "My poor sister."

"See what?"

"You're being held back by the Hastings'," CeCe told her. "You can't trust them. They're sneaky, conniving, and will do whatever it takes to stay on top. You're much better off with your real family."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Spencer exclaimed adamantly. They must have been completely out of their minds if they thought that they were her real family. Veronica Hastings was her real mother, Peter Hastings was her father, and Melissa Hastings was her only sister. She didn't need nor want either of these psychopaths in her life. "You're not my family."

Alex rolled her eyes. "As if you have a choice."

CeCe ignored her. "I'm going to make a deal with you, Spencer." She leaned in close to the younger girl. "Come with us and find Mary Drake. Be our family and I promise to leave your friends alone." She sighed before adding, "Including the Hastings' and DiLaurentis'."

That caught Spencer's attention. If she went with these two deranged women claiming to be her sisters, her friends would get to live an A-free life. Toby and her family would be safe. How could she turn down an offer like that? She would gladly give up everything she had so that her loved ones would get the lives that they deserved.

So, looking Charlotte Drake dead in the eye, Spencer nodded. "Deal."

CeCe smiled, a toothy smile that showed nearly all of her teeth. "Welcome home, Spencer."

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Well, that happened. I had this half-written months ago, so don't be surprised if some things don't make sense. I normally don't edit my stories. Lazy on my part, but I usually just forget :P And I'm recovering from a high fever, so please forgive me if this is crap. Anyway, please review!