Emison Fanfiction

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"Alison Dilaurentis! What are you doing and why do you look to upset?" I say, half angrily half sympathetically. It's a weird combination, and I have no idea how I manage to have it come out like that. At this, she pulls her gaze from the ground of to me. 

She looks like I am the only thing she needed, and that I am the only thing that can save her from whatever it is she is suffering from, like she's afraid I'll run off in a second, leaving her alone. All the fiery anger within me is extinguished as I realize this, and I walk as fast as I can and envelope her in my arms tightly and she holds me back with just as much force and desperation. 

"Why were you kissing Ben?" My voice is muffled as I speak into her shoulder. I regret immediately bringing that up as she abruptly pulls away from the hug, with a look of disbelief and slight frustration on her face. 

"Emily! First of all, I was not kissing Ben, he was forcing himself onto me and I was scared! How could you think I would hurt you like that! Second of all, you saw?" Her expression changes to pure disbelief as she continues. "Is that why you were on your way home? Because you thought that I would cheat on you? I'm insulted you'd even think that way, Em!" Now she looks a little sad. "I would NEVER!" She emphasizes the word 'never'. 

"I'm sorry! I jumped to conclusions without talking to you first. I'm really sorry, Ali!" I say, with sad eyes as I feel horrible for the thought I jumped to and held onto firmly. Ali stares at me as though she is have a debate with herself in her mind. She nods a little, and then pulls me back into a tight hug. 

"It's okay," she whispers. "I forgive you. I'm just glad you're here." She holds me harder at this, and I return the amount of strength, keeping the hug equal. Eventually, I pull away, feeling suddenly cold, missing her touch.

"Come on," I say through a sigh. "Get in the car, I'll drive us the rest of the way home." She obeys, and climbs into the passenger seat, as I turn the key and start the engine up once again. We drive in silence for the next while until we reach my driveway. I turn the engine off and pull my keys out, searching for the one that can unlock the door to my home, as Ali jumps out of the car with a loud smacking noise as her feet come in contact with the pavement of my driveway.

We stroll up the driveway, still in silence as I find the key to my house and unlock it. I turn the knob of the door and push it open. My door for some reason, takes a lot of force to open, so I trip a little as I shove it open. 

Inside, my mother sits on the couch in the living room, Grey's Anatomy, her favourite show on pause on the Tv. She takes the phone from her ear and turns towards us. Last time this happened, it wasn't good, and Ali ended up kidnapped by her loose mother and some unknown man. I can see the uneasiness in Ali, and she replays the last time and the scarring events after. She walks towards, with a mixed expression her face. She lips her lips as though she is preparing to tell us something big. My palms sweat in anticipation. 

"Ali," she says, with a small hint of a smile. I my eyes grow wide with hope at this. "Your mother finally gave them the information they needed to find the man, and they did! Ali laughs with excitement as she takes my hand and squeezes it.

"The guy must have been stupid enough to give his name to her! What an idiot!" My mother's smile fades at this and my stomach drops. What is she about to tell us now... "What's wrong..?" Ali's grip on my hand loosens as she notices my mothers countenance. 

"The man who did this to you..." she starts, refusing to meet our eyes as she stares at her feet. "He's... He's your father..." Ali's demeanour  changes at this. She slumps a little, as if in shock. And then, she weirdly laughs.

"Good one, Pam! He's dead! We both know it's not him!" My mother and I look at her like she's crazy. She continues to laugh at herself as we stare at her in disbelief, until she realizes what's going on and stops, the look on her face changes to a confused look, as though there are over a million questions, flooding her mind. Sure enough, she bursts into questions.

"Who? What? Where? How? When? Why?" She practically yells, her blue eyes wide with surprise. I tighten my grip on her hand, letting her know I'm here for her if she needs me. 

"We don't know exactly the answer to any of those questions," my mother says with regret. "But they're investigating everything and they will soon have a all the answers to your questions."

"I... I think I need to be alone for a bit," she says, as her hands begin to tremble slightly, in my grip. 

"Okay, sweetheart. Give us a shout if you need anything," my mother says with a familiar look of pity in her eyes. Ali nods, as she releases my hand from her grip, but not before giving it a squeeze, and then she slightly stumbles up to my room for some time alone. "She'll be okay, Emmy," my mother reassures me once she's definitely out of earshot. 

The next thing I do surprises the both of us. I stagger into my mom's arms, hugging her tightly, needing and wanting the help of a mother, someone who loves me more than anything in her life. Just a mother. My mother.

A/N

I forgot to thank bribribri18 and dolphingirl124 for voting! It means a ton! :D 

Anyway, you know what to do! Thanks for reading!

~Alexis