Lovers in Rome: An Emison Fanfiction

Emily/Alison: Side by Side

Emily

As she was in the shower, I got dressed, which was much less of a task for me than Alison. I looked into the mirror, and I thought about what Alison had said to me earlier. Did I really want to stay, or should I have let her run? Obviously, I wanted her in my life, but did it make any sense? Should I have obeyed her wishes? I knew that I made the right choice, but how far would I go for her? Then, I heard her come out of the shower, and I realized-- I loved Alison DiLaurentis. 

Alison

After I was ready to go, I climbed behind the wheel of my car and tried to start it, but something wouldn't let me. I was numb. I could barely move. "Em, I don't want to do this," I said.

"Give me the keys," she replied, holding my hand, "you can't drive right now." And her eyes felt like home to me.

Emily

I drove, holding one hand on the steering wheel and the other one on Ali's thigh. As we neared the Rosewood Police Department, there he stood-- Noel Kahn. On the front steps of the building, walking away, hands in his pockets. Immediately, my eyes darted to Alison, whose face was filled with both horror and rage. A police officer followed him out as we came near the front, parking on the side of the ride. "What the fuck," Alison screamed from the side of the car, running towards the scene. 

"Ali, no," I said, grabbing her from behind right as she got near Noel and the officer, "don't do this."

"What's wrong, Ali D," Noel asked as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out his pocket and lit one up.

"Officer," she pled, "why is he out here? Do they not know what he did to me? Do you all not believe me."

"Alison, I feel that this will go down a lot smoother if you go inside and speak with the detective on your case. Her name is Lara Bernwell. She will be able to give you some insight on the reason that we have released Noel Kahn."

She stood up straight, crossing her arms and giving the officer her best death stare for a moment before she murmured, "fine," and headed inside. I followed shortly behind and watched as Noel watched her like an animal, staring at its prey. I hurried up, and she was standing in the lobby, near the glass window in front of an officer who looked tired.

"Who are you here to see," he said.

"I'm Alison DiLaurentis, here to see Detective Lara Bernwell."

A woman who I assume was Miss Bernwell happened to be walking behind the cage where they kept the poor guy and noticed Ali.

"Miss DiLaurentis, just the girl I was hoping to see. Can I talk to you for a little bit?" It wasn't a question she needed to answer. The guard opened the door to the office room and Ali headed in. I attempted to follow, but the guard snapped at me.

"No visitors," he said. She looked back at me like she was about to cry. "You'll be okay, Ali, I'll wait for you."

And so I did, and for an excruciating fifteen minutes, there I sat, in a plastic waiting room chair in a dark room, feeling like a prisoner myself. However, the guard did keep me company.

"Friend," he asked.

"Huh," I said, too focused in my own thoughts. She's the victim here, but being treated like a criminal.

"Is she your friend," he asked. 

"Um, girlfriend," I said shyly. Why did it matter to him?

"Ahh," he said, "I've heard about the case. She should learn, though, anyone with money will never go down for a crime. Especially in a town like Rosewood."

"What are you trying to say," I asked the man, who didn't look any older than 25. He was muscular, though, and had rectangular glasses wrapped around his face. He had light blonde hair cut into a crew cut and had a strong jawline. His nametag read 'Coleman.'

"Listen," he said, calling me to come closer to him and leaning over his desk, "people don't care about what I say or do here, but I still don't want to risk it. If you want the truth, meet me at The Brew with your friend at seven tonight."

"Won't be hard, I'm their star barista," I joked.

Alison

While Emily brushed up with Coleman, I sat in the office of Detective Lara Bernwell. The woman, I will admit, was not very nice to look at, and I didn't exactly like anything she was saying, either. "Miss DiLaurentis, we just do not find you to be a believable victim in all of this. After all, you disappeared for three years and destroyed the lives of all of those around you," she laughed.

"Sorry if I'm not the ideal rape victim," I said, "but I am a victim, and isn't your job to protect me? And prosecute those that do me wrong?"

"You'd be wasting your time, that of yours and your parents. Noel would be found not guilty. Speaking of your parents, you have spoken to them since the occurrence, correct?"

"We're not really the closest. The whole disappearing thing kinda threw our relationship off of the tracks."

"I could see why. You should inform them about this before word gets out, although I know the Kahn's are going to a great extent to cover this up."

"I don't think I'm really going to take much advice from you, no thanks. But I'll deal with them." I walked out of her office.

"Wait," she yelled, "if anything pops up, I'll contact you."

"Thanks. I'd appreciate it," I said in a bitchy voice. I headed to the lobby to see Emily. "Let's go. Not worth sticking around." 

She grabbed my arm and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"I'm not a believable victim," I said, a tear rolling down my cheek.

"What," Emily asked, almost screaming.

"Let's just go," I replied.

"This isn't fair."

"Nothing's fair. I don't want to talk about this anymore, okay," I said, headed for the door. Emily followed me and the minute i got into the car, I collapsed, crying into her arms.