Emison: Something Big (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9: Turning Point

Alison's Pov

"Honey time to wake up," my mom yells.

I reach to my side table and grab my phone and check the time.

"9:00 am why is mother waking me up at 9!," I whisper to myself.

I slowly make may way out of bed and walk out of my room.

"Mother why am I waking up so early," I ask.

"We have an apportionment with the therapist," she states.

I roll my eyes and walk back inside my room and start getting ready.

Emily's Pov

"Hanna hey can you call me when you can," I say on the phone and then throw on the phone on my made bed.

"Honey what is it," my mom appears.

"I can't get a hold of Hanna and I tried tracking her GPS on her phone, but it just goes dead. She hasn't bought a ticket to go anywhere and I'm freaking out," I yell.

"Woah ok. Did you call chief," she suggests.

"I can't mom! He's going to yell at me because I been spending more time with Alison than the rest of the girls," I explain.

"Well I wouldn't blame him if he yells at you," mom walks in my half way packed room and sits down my bed.

"This is a mission not a love fest Hun. You ne-."

"Stop mom! Alison is hurt and sad all the time and I can't just stand there and watch her be so sad she commits suicide. You told me to keep all the girls alive and safe and that's what I'm doing with Alison so don't give me that shit," I yell.

"Watch your language," my mom spits.

I get up from my bed and walk out as my mom is yelling behind me.

"What do you think your doing," she yells.

"Going to find Hanna because that's my job," I say as I slam the door behind me.

I get on my motor cycle and ride to Hanna's house.

Alison's Pov

I'm sitting in the office of a therapist as mom is on her phone just checking her emails. I look down at my phone as the door comes open and a voice appears.

"Alison DiLaurentis you may come in."

I look up and it's a woman. I get up slowly and look at mother and she just gives me a small smile and waves me toward her.

She's not coming in. Now I'm really scared.

I walk past the woman and she motions me to sit down in a chair.

"Ok so you have been dealing with some depression," she questions.

"Yes," I whisper.

She sits across for me as she is holding her pen and pad in her hands.

"I think I've been dealing with depression ever since my dad left us," I state.

"And what happened with your dad that drove him away from you and your mother," she asks.

I take my hair tie from my wrist and start playing with it as nerves start coming up.

"I was really close to my father. He was the best dad I ever had until he was cheating on mom. The woman got pregnant and my father left us to be with her. I then stopped going out of the house. I-I felt myself begin to have something missing. 2 years after I started going out. But I drink and party to pretend that everything in my life is great. people are convinced that my life is the perfect life and I want to keep it that way but I don't know why. But every night at the end of the day I'm alone in my room sad and broken and the worst part non of my friends notice. They always look the other way. I can't even trust myself in a room because I'm afraid what I might do so I try to go out with every chance I get," I explain as tears are falling from my face.