Emison: camping trip

Chapter 9.

After talking with my mom, I decided it would be best to stay home and sent Hanna a short text.

To Hanna: not feeling good, I'm going to stay home.
-A

After texting Hanna I laid down, hoping sleep would distract me from my past.

"No stop please!" I scream, why can't anyone hear me? Why is my daddy ignoring me? Why me? Thoughts run through my head making me dizzy and  I eventually pass out.

When I wake up again, I'm in my room, the lights are off but I can still make out some of the distinct objects around like my trophy from cheer and a couple stuffed animals I have stacked on a chair. Maybe it was just a dream?

I eventually fell to sleep again and this time didn't wake up till my mom called me.

"Hey sweetie" she smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hi mommy" I grumbled, still tired.

"Rough night?" She smiled softly. "You and your dad came home late last night"

My little eyes widened at the thought that maybe it wasn't a nightmare but in fact reality.

"What's wrong sweetie?" My mom asked gently as she moved a strand of hair away from my face.

"Daddy, he took me to see his friend a-and his f-friend wasn't nice" tears welled in my eyes as I remembered what had happened.

She looked at me confused, "your dad said you went for ice cream"

"No! His f-friend h-he t-t-touched me" I cried, pleading with my mom to believe me.

She looked at me and nodded, "I believe you, I'll be back okay?" She stood up before walking towards the door after I nodded.

Moments later I heard what sounded like my mom screaming and crying. I closed my eyes and covered my ears in attempt to block out my moms overwhelming sobs.

I jolted awake, in a puddle of my own sweat. It was just a nightmare. Slowly I stood off the bed and walked towards my bathroom, taking a fresh set of pjs with me.

I stood under the hot water, attempting to wash all the sweat off. After a good hour in the shower, just thinking I got out and changed into blue and black checkered pajama pants and an oversized tee before walking to my moms room.

"Hey honey" she smiled softly, she had her red reading glasses on as she read some papers that were sprawled out around her.

"Hi mom" my voice came out a lot croakier than expected due to all the crying I had been doing.

I walked over and laid on her bed. "Whatcha working on?" I asked as I picked up one of the papers.

Alison DiLaurentis vs. Peter Lanes

February 20th, 1999..

It was my file.

I put it down and looked up at my mom.

"Your reopening the case?" My eyes began welling with tears. I knew if this case was reopened I'd have to sit in front of a juror and explain my side of the story again. I just couldn't do it, relive through the trauma. It was hard enough when I was little but now that I'm older and know this man who took my innocence is on the loose. But he could be doing it to other girls. I didn't want anyone to suffer how I had.

"With your permission I want to reopen it, Als you deserve justice. I've already talked to Mrs. Hastings and she said there's a high chance you win the case. Peter-he's been out for over a three years now and has failed to register as a sex offender. Apparently he was hired at some fast food business not far from a local school, which he knew. If we take this to court, he can serve up to ten years." She explained.

Ten years. That's a lot of time, but it is also something he deserves. He ruined my life, I was never able to be alone with a man again, in fear he'd hurt me. My mom had to quit her job for awhile because I was so scared to go outside of our home. It wasn't till I was twelve I had finally started to open up again and when I was fourteen and we moved here where I met the girls.

The girls.

I should probably tell them, if this does go to court it'd no doubt make news. With the population being less than ten thousand, word gets around quick.

Would they look at me differently, if they know that I've been raped? They won't see me as the strong independent Alison persona I've created for myself. Instead I'll be the girl who was raped when she was little.

But then again, it's the girls. They're sweet and understanding. They'll understand. They have to, for my sake.

"I'll do it" I nodded, the only thoughts on my mind being how the girls will react.

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Short Chapter but don't worry, I'll update soon.

This is sorta a slow burn but Emison will be happening soon, don't fret.

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