I sat in the car, staring at the radio, the funny this was… it wasn't on. I heard a knock on the car window, and looked up to see Ali, a smile plastered on her face. I smiled back up at her, opening the door and sliding out.
"You know you shouldn't be driving, Emily. You're not old enough," She spoke, I couldn't tell if she was serious of not. Her facial expression said that she was, which surprised me.
"I know," I said, smiling a little less. "So you wanted to talk?" I asked her.
"Never mind," it was just like her to say that. She was Alison DiLaurentis after all, wasn't she? She liked to be mysterious, it was her calling. She stared at me for a moment, her eyes glimmering, and I couldn't help but kiss her.
She pulled me closer, fiddling with my shirt, basically asking my permission to take it off, which she'd never admit. She liked to be in charge, always, she was never the follower.
Ali looked at me after another passionate kiss, the famous DiLaurentis smirk on her face. "No one can know," she spoke as if it was a good thing that this was private. She pulled my shirt and shorts off, allowing my undergarments to be seen.
"I know," I said, nodding. My heart began to race a bit now, but I knew it wasn't like her to stop because someone was uncomfortable. She pulled me into Spencer's lake house quickly, taking me straight up to the master bedroom.
Without a thought, she was pushing me on my back, and straddled on top of me, she was still fully clothed. I stayed quiet, closing my eyes, as she continued to do her thing. When she started to kiss my neck, I shrugged, my shoulders moving up.
"Relax," she whispered in my ear, I could feel myself getting excited as a shudder escaped me. She started to move towards my chest with her kisses, and then even further, that was when I lost it, squealing.
"Emily?" She asked me, not a hint of real sympathy in her voice. I kept my eyes closed, hoping she'd forget about it and do whatever it was she wanted. After a few seconds of silence I opened them, sitting up to look at her. "Are you okay?" She asked, actually sounding worried now.
I looked away for a moment, trying to think of something – anything – to say. "I'm fine," I nodded, and with that, she continued on.
I just couldn't take it anymore once my underwear was almost off. "Alison," I said in a panicky tone. She paused for a few minutes, as if she was debating on stopping or not. Finally, she moved, looking up at me.
"What is it?" Her voice was thick, she was annoyed, I tried not to seem too scared when I looked at her.
"So what's been on your mind lately, Em? I know it's not just… this. I know when you're hurting, and you're hurting now." I stared at her for a second, looked down, and lied. It took everything in me to do it, it was so hard while staring at those amazing green eyes shimmering in the darkness.
"No, really, everything's fine." I told her putting a fake smile on and acting out the usual scene with us, but she always saw through me. That's how she always finds out all of my secrets, I have to tell her, it's almost impossible not to.
"Emily, tell me." She said impatiently. I nodded, and took a gulp. I started to think of how I could explain this, I thought about lying, or finding any way to get out of it. It wasn't a comfortable subject.
"Well… okay, so, I was in the locker room the other day, I was about to leave, and Ben… he…" I trailed off.
"What did he do?" She asked with a hint of anger in her voice, she was assuming the worst.
"I told him I had to go, but he wouldn't let me. He started kissing me and I tried pushing him away, but…" I stopped again.
"Em, don't tell me he did this we were about to do… against your will," when she spoke you could hear pain, you could see tears in her eyes. She looked at me, then stood up and stared at the now closed door. "Did he?" She turned to face me again, I looked down. I could feel her eyes, watching me, waiting for an answer, or a gesture of any kind.
"He did." I nodded and tears flooded in her eyes, dropping in slow, straight lines on her cheeks. "Ali, why are you crying?" I asked her, eyes wide, worried more than you've ever worried about anyone in your life.
"Because, I care about you, I care about you a lot." She said and I went to hug her, to calm her down. She looked away, refusing to let me see her face. I saw her hand go up to her face, she was wiping the tears away, pretending to be fine.
"He told me… if I said anything to anyone, he was going to do worse," I said, muttering under my breath. I stared at the ground and she turned around and hugged me, for what felt like hours, but it was only for a few minutes. I brought my head to hers, and kissed her cheek.
"I'm going to bed, come?" I asked, I had to remember that I was never in control when it came to Ali and I. I sat on the bed and waited for her to sit on the other side, she did, I kissed her goodnight and we lay under the covers. She scooted closer, resting her head on my shoulder. I smiled as I slowly drifted off to sleep.