for you ➳ emison au

The Middle Finger

a/n: It took me a long time to update BECAUSE of this test we were having, I was studying for it and I was worried that I would fail the test but I got an +A and also I was working on my other story called "Protect Me." If you haven't noticed, I changed the book cover and the title.

It used to be "I'll change for you." And now it's "For You." because the first one was too long, lmao.

Emily sighed and sat on her couch, looking at Mary, who's eyes were puffy from crying so much, but Emily had to keep her head high and find Alison because if she stopped her act and became emotional about Alison's disappearance, nobody would try to find her and Emily would lose Alison forever.

Emily had lost her for three years and it was hard for her to get through it. She couldn't imagine losing her... forever.

Emily looked at her front door and noticed a yellow sticky note on the door.

"Wait a second," Emily whispered to herself, jumped off the couch and ran full speed to the door's direction.

She yanked the sticky note from the door and her eyes widened at what the note said.

You'll never find Alison Dilaurentis.

She's mine.

-A

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Emily rushed into the police station, not bothering to wait for Mary and went up to the front desk.

"I need to talk to Detective Jones."

The bearded man who supposedly worked at the front desk glanced at Emily and looked back to the computer,

"He's busy," The guy lazily said.

Emily glared at the man. The guy looked like those police officers who sat in Starbucks all day and ate a box donuts while he watched as a thief steals a woman's purse and does nothing about it.

"This is important,"

The man grunted and glared at Emily, while he picked up the telephone and hovered it over his ear,

"Put Detective Jones on the line, Jane, will ya? Yeah.. This stubborn girl said it was important–Don't fucking interrupt me–ok."

The dark-haired man slammed the phone back to it's place and continued on his paperwork.

Emily stood there awkwardly, waiting for the man to say something.

*GummyBearsGummyBearsGummyBears*

Emily's head snapped to the side, to see another telephone on top of a stack of books.

"Pick it up, kid." The man said.

Emily wrapped her palm around the handle of the phone and hovered it over her ear, her bottom lip trembling at how cold she was, since the big window beside the man's desk was open.

"Hello?" She said, her voice cracking, not because she was nervous, because she's not, but because of how cold she was.

"Fields? Emily Fields?"

"Yeah." Emily said, letting out a shaky breath.

"Come to my office," She heard the man say to the phone and he hung up.

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"Are you sure about this?" Detective Jones questioned, pointing at the yellow sticky note that was on his hand.

Emily looked at him and nodded rapidly, "Yeah.. Didn't you read it?"

Jones nodded, "Hmm," He hummed, "But what if this was a prank? I mean -A? Seriously?"