You Saved Me (Emison Fanfic)

Ch. 8 - I Can't Shake You

Em sat in her bed, unaware of the time, only aware of the faint buzz coming from the muted TV, whose screen was the only light illuminating the small hospital room. She had tried to sleep but when she closed her eyes, she felt two more on her. But not just any two eyes, this pair was so foreign yet somehow the most familiar thing she could remember.

They were blue and sometimes stormy or calm; they were captivating and intimidating, and Emily couldn't get them out of her mind...

She couldn't get Alison's eyes out of her head.

And Emily couldn't decide if that was a good thing.

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Alison spent 3 hours in a room, sitting on a cold, hard metal chair, talking and talking, painfully reliving the events of the past three months. She went into as much detail as she could, leaving out the part where she figured who -A could possibly be. But something to her felt off, she herself was forgetting something, forgetting someone and she knew it was important.

But her time was up and the police were caught up with most of her story:

"I met with whoever -A sent to pick me up from the airport and I was driven someplace far, I must've been in the car for 2 hours. Then they tied my hands behind my back and blindfolded me. I tried to stay awake, but I assume once I got drowsy whatever they covered my head with had some chloroform in it."

"And then?"

"And then I woke up in a room, it was smaller than my own, but it was almost an exact replica."

"Do you know who could've done this?"

Ali bit her lip and seriously considered revealing some craziness that she based on a hunch.

"No."

"And then what?"

"I was locked into that room for a few days, there was a bathroom and when I woke up, there was always food."

"And you didn't freak out? What about what you told your girlfriend, don't you think she'd have been worried?"

"There was nothing I could do to contact Emily, but if -A really wanted me dead, I guess they would have killed me at the first chance they got."

"So you're defending this -A character?"

"No!"

"Then? Explain."

"Look, if -A wanted me dead so bad, I wouldn't be here right now."

"And what if that's not what they want?"

"What?" Alison was slightly confused and Detective Swan's questions were starting to rub her the wrong way. "Now it's your turn, please, explain."

Alison huffed, sat back in the chair and crossed her arms as gently as she could careful not to tear her stitches...again.

"Miss DiLaurentis, I'm just doing my job here. But what exactly did you tell your girlfriend, Miss Emily Fields, was it?"

Was...damn, that hurt.

Alison sighed, "I promised her to be back in a matter of days, maybe a week."

"And you didn't tell her where you were going?"

"No, but she knew what I was planning on doing and she knew why I didn't tell her."

"Then, please explain to me how she did. And so soon."

Ali bit her inside lip, she didn't want to sell anyone out, but she knew he's never get in trouble anyways.