Troublemakers (Emison)

Chapter 22- Past Affairs

Emily's POV

CeCe has really changed. And she's so different to Alison and I never knew that crazy drunken girl at that one-night stand was a DiLaurentis. If anyone had told me, I would've laughed in their face and told them not to be stupid. I am debating whether or not I should tell Alison about my history with CeCe and that one night stand. But it's the past isn't it? I don't really have to tell her? But on one hand, Ali deserves to know. It's her sister after all.

Ali deserves to know that I had a one-night threesome with CeCe and Noel Kahn and I ate CeCe out that day. I was totally drunk and wasted but I know that's what happened. CeCe also got pregnant that day. So did I. Both from Noel. We didn't use protection in the heat of the moment. So CeCe and I both got an abortion. I was only in 10th grade then and I couldn't bear the thought of having a baby or even telling my parents that I was pregnant. CeCe and I went to the hospital and had the babies aborted. Horrible, I know. No one except for Noel ever found out.

Does Alison deserve to know? She will most likely get pissed off but then again if I don't tell her, I will feel like I'm lying to her. Oh fuck it, I'm going to tell her.

Just then I get a text from Ali: What are you doing?

I grin and text back: Wishing I was doing you ;)

Ali texts: Maybe I can make that wish a reality. Can I come over?

God, I love this girl so much. I just hope telling her the truth about my past with CeCe doesn't ruin anything. Ali enters my house around 15 minutes later. I have given her her own set of keys so that she doesn't need me to open the door. I pray that after I tell her about CeCe she won't toss the keys at me and leave.

"Hey Ali, missed you," I whisper into her ear as I peck her on the cheek. She blushes from the comment.

"I literally saw you two hours ago at school."

"I missed you anyway." It's true. Whenever I'm even away from Alison for even an instant, I crave her touch and presence.

We kiss and just as things are about to get heated, I stop and clear my throat. It's now or never, I guess.

"Ihadsexwithyoursisteralongtimeagobutisweartogodineverknewi'msosorryAlisonbutIswearIonlyloveyoui'msosorrypleaseforgiveme," I blurt out so quickly Ali can't even make out the individual words.

Ali just stares at me, "What? I have no idea what you just said."

I take a calm breath and repeat what I just said but a lot slower, "I had sex with you sister a long time ago but I swear to God I never knew. I'm so sorry Alison but I swear I only love you. I'm so sorry please forgive me."

Ali takes a shaky breath and nods. I feel my heart about to jump out of my chest. If this was any other girl I would've lied my ass off about all of this. But I like Alison DiLaurentis, more than I've ever loved anyone before and it is the only reason I tell her the truth- because I want to keep her. She is bound to find out anyway, from Noel Kahn if not from CeCe.

"Holy shit. I never knew CeCe was such a slut," is all Ali can say. I go red in the face. Even though I haven't even looked at another girl in that way since I met Ali, even my own girlfriend thinks I'm a slut. And just like everyone else, she thinks anyone who had sex with me was and is a slut. I guess stereotypes are as powerful as they make out in movies. I've changed and no-one can see that. So I guess in everyone else's eyes I'll be the Queen Bee of Rosewood High, the girl who used to have one-night stands every Saturday. I've barely ever initiated sex in my relationship with Ali and every time we do do it I make sure Ali wants to. But no, I'm the slut. Of course I am.

"I'm sorry," is what I stutter. I want to blame Ali for stereotyping me but it's true, I used to be a slut. I'm not anymore and I need to prove it to her. I mentally promise myself there and then that next time we have sex, I'm going to make Alison beg for it. Cruel, I know. But I didn't want her to think I was a horny teenager who couldn't keep it in her pants.

"What did you two do?" Ali asks. She doesn't seem angry, just confused.

I blush an even deeper shade of red if that is even possible. "We uh had a threesome with uh Noel. We both got pregnant and aborted." I'm not going to keep any secrets from her.

"When?"

"Three years ago. I swear to God I never knew you back then. I didn't even know CeCe was a DiLaurentis."

Alison's convinced, "She tells people she's CeCe Drake, which technically she is. Our mum got remarried. CeCe hates having the stereotype of being a rich DiLaurentis so at social gatherings she tells everyone she's a Drake." I guess Ali might not know as little on stereotyping as I thought before. At least her stereotype of being a DiLaurentis is good. Everyone looks up to her financial and social status because of that. On the other hand, when I tell anyone I'm Emily Fields I know that they are already undressing me in their mind. I used to not care what they thought but I guess now I do. I don't want to be the slut, I just want to be normal. Normal is the one thing I can never seem to be.

A/N: Thanks for reading guys! Sorry it took so long to update- I had so much schoolwork to do... Is it okay with you guys if the next chapter is told in Em's POV because I miscalculated it and you'll probably get an update sooner that way. Let me know in the comments. Also, good news is I've got a 10.5 hour flight ahead of me on Saturday and I recently got a new laptop so that'll give me heaps of time to write hopefully. Thank y'all ❤️ Don't forget to vote!