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Emily's POV

I enter Alison's house furiously. The drive here was long which made me bottle up all of my emotions inside, which wasn't good for neither of Alison and myself.

"Back so early Miss Fields?", Tyler asked holding the door. I ignore him looking around for the bitch.

"Where is she?", my words sharp and deadly.
"Miss Dilaurentis is in a important meeting in her office, I don't think it would be best to interrupt her. Would like to wait for her until she gets?", he asked.

"No. I wouldn't", I snap walking away from the foyer, my heels clicked aggressively against the floor, as I made my way toward her office.

I know she told me not to enter one of her meeting again like that, but what we needed to discuss was why more important then her earning another million dollars for her stupid company.

I breathed heavily, entering the office. She turned to me, I noticed her sitting at her desk, as two other people sat in the chairs across the room.

She removed her eyes from the computer screen looking at me, "Hey... are you back so early?", she asked me before looking at the clock.

"What did you do to her?"

The words escape my mouth before I realize it, that wasn't what I wanted to do or ask her. I wanted to jump over that desk and slap the shit out of her.

She did something. I know it. People just don't go missing out of nowhere. It's New York.

She turned to the people sitting down in her office who looked at me confusedly.

"You'll have to excuse her. She doesn't have any manners. Let's reschedule this meeting for tomorrow. I'll have Tyler show you out", Alison put on a fake smile, shaking hands with them before they walked out the door.

The pass me and I watch as Alison walks to the door and shuts it. I breathed heavily, watching her.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply trying to control her temper. I watch as she clinches her jaw.

"What did I tell you about interrupting my meetings Emily. Now I'm gonna have to punish you", she says approaching me.

Without hesitation or me using my damn brain my arm reaches out and slaps the shit out of Alison.

I watch as she turns and looks at me angrily.
I didn't mean to slap her, I was just so angry, and I've been holding in my anger for the longest.

Alison probably deserved that.
"Do something like that again and you'll regret it", she threatens me.

I ignore her threat.
"What did you do to Talia, Alison?", I asked her once more.

"I handled the situation."

"Meaning what?", I asked wanting to know more information.

"Meaning she can't hurt you anymore", she responds.

Thoughts of Talia being dead appeared in my mind, causing me too lose my cool.

Tears formed in my eyes.
"Alison— where is she?", I asked.

She turned looking at me, "why do you care? She literally tried to take advantage of you", she asked having a good point.

"Because whether either of us like it or not I've spent a quarter of my life with her. Less then 48 hours ago she was my fiancé, so I need to know", I explain to her.

"Emily"
"Alison, did- did you kill her?", I asked her my biggest fear of all of this. That Alison was capable of doing much worst then she looked like.

"I should've. I should've killed her after seeing her on top of you like that. I wanted too because after yesterday she didn't deserve to live. But I'm no monster, emily. So to answer your question. No, I didn't kill her.", she says so harshly.

"Where is she? I want to see her"

Alison looked at me, and her eyes alone made my stomach twist in knots.

"No", she tells me.
"No?", I asked with anger in my tone.

"I said no. You will not see her", she tells me being her controlling self like usual.

"I swear to god if you hurt her Alison, I'll- Alison cut me off, "you'll what? Tell me emily, what will you do?", she asked me underestimating me.

But the truth was I don't have any power over Alison as she did to me. She could make me disappear just like she did to Talia and stage it to make it seem like I was attacked or something.

"That's exactly what I thought. Nothing", she says.

I don't even know to this Alison is anymore. She wasn't the loving or intimidating Alison. She was the cruel, evil, heartless Alison.

"You make me sick", I spat walking towards the door when she stopped me, she grabbed my arm turning me to her, placing her lips on me.

I pull away pushing her away from me, she looked at me in confusion.

What is wrong with her? Does she have mental issues or something. We are literally arguing talking about something so serious and here is she trying to suck my damn face off.

"Does this turn you on?", I asked in disgust tears now streaming down my cheeks.

She remained silent so I continue.
"Does this make you want to fuck me? Huh, Alison. Do you like seeing me like this?", I asked her.

She frowns and approaches me, "don't- don't you dare come near me", I tell her.

I open the door and turning around one last time before exiting.

"You know I thought I was wrong, I thought that maybe she isn't as heartless as she makes herself to be. Maybe she has a heart. Maybe she does actually care about me. But it turns out I was wrong. You don't have heart. And the only reason you even care about me remotely is because I'm the only one in this house that you're fucking. I'm nothing more to you then a sex object. You made that very clear when your definition of making love to me is fucking me until I can't walk. But yet here I am to think, maybe Alison can change. Maybe she can love me, like I— I cut myself off looking at her.

She looks at me eyes searching mine processing everything I say to her right now.

I scuff before continuing, "but none of that matters anymore because you're wrong. You are a monster, Alison", I snap.

I watch as her face unfold as she processes everything I say, she takes a step forward and I take one back.

I turn around walking away from the office area. Making my way to the front door, I wipe the remaining tears from my eyes.

"Emily, Wait", the voice of Alison shout from behind me. I literally stepped out of my heels quickly, and took of running out the house.

I didn't know where I was going but I knew I no longer wanted to be here.

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