Secret Life, an Emison Story

The Other Side

Chapter 11 The Other Side

Emily's POV.

Ali had just called me her best friend, was that all we were? Was she confused about the difference between friend and girlfriend? Was she just lying about it all, so her  Mom wouldn't catch on, that was unlikely since she already told her she kissed me. I had come to two scenarios, a) she was covering her own tracks, about telling her Mom about us, and b) she was confused about this, I didn't have my doubts on that one.

"Yeah, It's nice when your friends and parents get along."

"Does your Mom like me?" Oh great, I really didn't want to be having this conversation. No, she doesn't hate you, or like you, because you remind her of Mrs. D, frankly, she hates everyone that reminds her of Mrs. D. That would go down so well.

"I don't know." Better to be on the safe side, I didn't want to get Ali mixed up in all my mess, and conspiracy theories till I'm sure about them.

"You don't know? Really? I can take it." Even if she could, I still didn't want to tell her.

"Like I said, I don't know."

"Come on, she hasn't said one thing about me?"

"Nope. She tends to keep to herself."

"Fine, don't tell me."

"Ali, I don't know."

'This is my fight song, take back my life song, prove I'm alright sooong.' "Sorry, that's my phone, do you mind, it's my Mom?"

"Not at all."

"Hey, Mom. What's u-"

"Really! A Dilaurentis! What were you thinking! Come home, now, please." Aug, Dad, why?

"What she say?"

"It's time to come home, and it's official, she hates you." Ok, it's not like I told her why.

"Great, your Mom hates me. Why?"

"She didn't specify."

"Then how do you know she hates me?"

"Ok, she doesn't hate yooou, just the people you are genetically related to."

Ali's POV.

Yeah, she doesn't hate me, just the people I'm genetically related to, now that makes sense. Again with the repercussions, could this week get any worse?

"Yeah, that definitely sounds like she doesn't hate me."

"Ok, maybe she does, but only because-"

"I'm related to the Dilaurentis family." I let out a heavy sigh from my nose, nod my head back and forth, then continue.

"Repercussions, always repercussions." Then I wave my hands back and forth in annoyance.

"What do you mean by that?" I was not in the mood to explain what it meant, frankly, I didn't want to show off this side of myself, but it was undeniable at this point. I couldn't keep the bad thoughts away with Emily with me when they were about her. The bad thoughts weren't about her personally, just the situation I had been shoved into. I called Emily so we could hang out, for more than just chilling out purposes. I wanted her to help me fight off the bad thoughts, at least for a while.

Ever since I was little, I have had this dark side of myself, my mind. The more bad things that happened to me, the harder it was to ignore it, to push away, but with everything that had been going on lately, I couldn't keep those bad thoughts, bad feelings away. I needed someone with me, to help with fighting them off. I thought if she helped me with my social anxiety, she might be helpful for this. I was right, she did help, a lot. Just having her there, made me feel better. I know what I said about not wanting to be treated like a stray puppy, but sometimes, you need someone there to help you not fall off the deep end. When I'm alone, I can feel myself creeping closer and closer to it, especially lately.