The Unknown DiLaurentis

Trust Me

WATCH THE VIDEO GUYS, it has nothing to do with the chapter, JUST WATCH IT. 😊

BUT OMG

🎉9K VIEWS🎉 THAT MEANS ONLY 1K MORE UNTIL 10K YAYAYA

Oh and sorry about not updating yesterday😔. This week has just gone by me

~Chloe~

I groaned and slammed my head onto my desk in my room, because how bored I was. Lately, my living room privileges have been taken away from me because I'm not allowed to watch anything about Courtney's case. Of course I didn't know anything about it, so I was watching the News until Ali came into the living room, turned off the TV, and kicked me back into my room. Which I have been in for the pass three hours.

I had nothing to do. I can't watch the TV in my room unless Alison or Nick allow it. The books on the bookshelf were already packed, which meant I couldn't read those.

It was like beginning all over again. I couldn't do anything or didn't know what to do. It was hell again.

Just as I was about slam my head again against the table again. When Alison opened the door, stopping me from letting my head make contact with the hard wood by a few inches. I looked up at her, but rolled my eyes and turned away from her. Things with her haven't been that great since the whole 'normal life' thing.

"I'm going out and getting something to eat, want anything?" My so-called sister asked me.

I quickly turned to her, "How about a way out of here?" I snapped.

Alison rolled her eyes and lend against the door frame, "Not in a million years, sweetheart."

"Then I'm good." I answered while putting my head back onto the desk.

"God, when did you become a little bitch?" Alison asked.

I smirked, "It runs in the family, sweetheart." I said, remembering a old comment she once told me before.

Alison smirked, "Isn't that cute?" She asked as she pulled herself off the wall, and suddenly my smirk disappeared.  "Trying to be all tough, when we all know your weak. You can't even stand up for yourself, because how weak you are."

I quickly stood up from my chair. "Is that it? I'm not the perfect DiLaurentis like the rest of you? Who can lie about everything and get away with it?" I screamed at her. Ali didn't respond, so I continued. "I'm not like the rest of you, because I grew up with a family who all loved each other. We were a family, but us? We were a family built on lies, the second you tried to kill Courtney."

Alison's jaw clenched and I saw her hand ball up into a fist. She wanted to say something, I could see it, but instead she turned her heel and was out the door. Slamming the door closed behind her.

~Emily~ (Emily is kinda hard to write in)

We continue to watch more of the security footage, until after Courtney and I left house. About five hours after we left, Alison went back inside the house and took the exact knife that Courtney used to cut opened the bacon package. Alison was the mastermind behind everything, and I couldn't believed that I actually believed that Courtney killed Chloe. Ali did, and we had enough proof to put her behind bars and Courtney out... Well maybe. If Spencer's mom can believe this, then maybe we have a chance, and Courtney's life is in the hands of the jury.