A/N: So this is my first Paily story ever. I had this idea stuck in my head and I just wanted to let it out. I fortunately have a good amount of time meaning I can update quicker so if I continue chapter might come quicker. Story takes place during the college visit and Hanna's mom has no mystery story..yet. Sorry for any mistakes. This is my first time here so give me a break. Anyway I hope you enjoy the story and please review :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars, if I did Paige would be in every episode.
The pounding of my heart echos in my chest. The constant beat matching the coming and going of the black spots invading my vision. I tug my arms forward but immediately withdraw them. The pain from the handcuffs makes me keep my wrists still. I try my best to look up. The pain in my neck from slouching does not go unnoticed but I ignore it. When the black spots disappear I try my best to look around the dingy room. A small hanging light bulb being the only provider of light causes my eyes to squint and I do, but to no avail. I could only make out the outline of a door. The same door that is opening. The bright shine of (outdoor?) light forces both lids to snap shut over my eyes. I can hear the heavy footsteps gradually get louder as my attacker nears. My eyes are still closed but I can sense the person right in front of me.
I know what will happen, I mean it already has happened about four other times so I brace myself. "Where is she?" I know who this person is talking about. She is the reason I am here but I will never show her whereabouts. "I don't know.." My voice comes out raspy, scratchy from not using it for so long. By this time my eyes are half-open. They still squint from the light. A pair of hands suddenly squeeze my neck, effectively cutting off my air stream. The sudden movements rises the pain on my wrist to more than a ten. I even feel the small trickles of blood on my fingertips that drop to the floor with a small and tiny splash. "WHERE IS SHE!?" my attacker screams while squeezing my neck even harder. I begin to gasp for air as I speak " I..(gasp)...don't..(gasp)..know..," I manage to wheeze out. With a growl the pair of hands let go. I gasp for more air and cough at the same time.
"Yes you do, I know you do, so we can do this the hard way or the easy way," I always choose the hard way. "You tell me where your precious girlfriend is and I can set you free or you don't and well..you know how that turns out..," the robotic voice chuckles. I do. The bruises around my face act as proof. I force my coughs to subside and my eyes to stay open. With what I hope is a look of determination I look to what I believe are the eyes of the onlooker. The hoodie covering the face makes it hard to tell. "Even if I did, I will never tell you", I respond with a cold voice. I am actually surprised my voice came out clear, so he or she must have heard me. "Fine have it your way," With that a hard punch lands on the right side of my face. Blood cascades down from my temple. The warm liquid flows towards my already bloody and torn shirt. Another one lands on my nose and a new wave of blood joins the last. The blows continue, some on my face, others on my stomach. The pain is too much, but I don't cry. I won't give him (the punches are too hard for a girl) that satisfaction. As the attack still continues I think about her. The girl who I would do anything for. I picture her smile, the radiant smile that melts at my heart, and her eyes. Those brown eyes that captivate my own. Those eyes full of life that can see through me and into my soul. I picture her face. The soft caramel skin that I long to touch. Her raven hair that I wish to brush my fingers through knowing that no tangles will ever stop the path. I picture my sweet, sweet Emily.
My Emily that I am suffering for and who I will continue to fight through this torture because I want her safe. I want her perfect face away from the bruises. I want her full of life eyes to never lose their glint. The beating stops and the guy in the hoodie leaves. I faintly hear the clicks of locks and bolts. I take deep breaths. I wince as I inhale the oxygen. I feel the tears prick the back of my eyes. The first drop trails over the blue and purple cheek. Another and another follow and it does not take long for a sob to erupt. I am not crying from the pain in my body. No, I never will. Instead continuous sobs come from the pain in my heart. The pain from not knowing how Emily is holding up and from not knowing if I will ever get to see her radiant smile again. Sobs rack through me harder from my last thought.
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"..the derivative of the squaring func..," The ring of the bells indicating the end of the school day cuts off the teacher. I sigh as I close my notebook. I place my books in to my bag. I stay in my seat for a second before I rise from my desk. Ms. Johnson tries to tell the class about the homework due Friday, but no one pays attention. I walk out of the room as I place the strap of my messenger bag over my shoulder. My arm travels down the strap while I walk towards her locker. I start to feel giddy knowing I will see her. I round the corner and I stop cause she is standing with her locker door open and her arms shuffling in her bag. My heart beats faster. It still amazes me how she can look so graceful doing something so simple. "Dammit..", I hear her mutter. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Her back faces me as I walk towards her. The closer I get the more I can smell her lavender shampoo. I am finally right behind her, but she is nose deep into her locker that she doesn't notice me. She looks adorable. As she takes her head out of her locker, I encircle my arms around her waist. She slightly jumps before she relaxes. "Paige..," she breathes out. "Hmm..," I reply. She turns around in my arms. I immediately glance at her lips before looking into her eyes. "Hi." She chuckles and places her arms around my neck "Hi," she responds. Our lips gets closer and closer until finally they meet. I tighten my grip around her waist as our kisses continue, sweet and slow at first. When I tug on her bottom lip she gasps and I take this opportunity to pull back and inspect her. Her cheeks have a rosy blush, her chest is heaving up and down rather quickly, and her eyes are dark with desire. I kiss her hard this time and push her up against the locker.
"Whoa..keep it PG you two..there are people here who would like to keep their sight," the blonde interrupts.
I pull away from Emily with a small groan and place my forehead against hers. "Cock blocker," I mutter. Emily giggles when Hanna tells us she heard that. Emily gives me one last peck before turning towards Hanna. On the inside I feel like jelly, but I keep an annoyed face as I look at Hanna.
"What do you want?" I bluntly ask. Emily softly slaps my arm still around her waist. "Be nice," she tells me with a lecture tone. I give my girl a whiny look, but she gives me a pointed glare. I sigh in defeat and look at the blonde who is wearing a smirk. I squint my eyes at her.
"What's wrong?" Emily asks Marin over there with a worried glimpse before she snaps her fingers in front of my face causing my squinted eyes to snap open. I give her a questioning stare, trying to ignore Hanna's chuckle in the background. "Wrinkles," she explains before giving her attention to Hanna. REALLY?! I gawk at the back of Emily's head in bewilderment.
"Nothing actually Spencer just asked me to grab you two and drag the both of you outside," Hanna tells Emily after her chuckling subsided.
"Grab and drag?" I ask back. "Yep," Hanna pops the "p". I give her an incredulous gaze and I can tell Emily is doing the same, from the way Hanna's eyes shuffle from me to Emily.
"Don't look at me like that..those were Spencer's words not mine!" Hanna exclaims. Emily rolls her eyes before stepping out of my embrace, I immediately miss the warmth, but I quickly recover when she grabs my hand. "Come on then," she tugs my hand bringing me closer to her. "I'll make it up to you later," Emily whispers in my ear suggestively. I shivered slightly from her warm breath tickling my ear. She tilts her head back and looks at me. Her eyes darkened with lust match my own.
"Ahem!" Cock blocker effectively ruins the mood again. "Stop eye-sexing each other, we have to meet Spencer before she throws a fit and begins to recite Abraham Linon or something!" Really?! Linon?!
Emily's face says the same thing. "It's Lincoln Hanna," Emily corrects. Hanna face resembles one of a four-year old who was just asked whats 12 times 12. "It's Abraham Lincoln..you know L-I-N-C-O-L-," I try to help her before she cuts me off. "OK Fine whatever!" she throws her hand in the air "Lincon! Now let's go!" she turns and walks away.
I look at the beautiful goddess in front of me and she only shrugs her shoulder. "I tried." I shrug as well with a knowing look and close Emily's locker door. In return I receive a thankful smile. I smile back and tighten my grip around her hand. She turns away so I seize the moment and lean into her ear. "I can't wait," I whisper referring to our conversation earlier. I see her shiver when my breath hits her lobe and I smirk. I pull back and tug her towards the school doors.
"Come on..I'm sure you don't want to hear Spencer recite Abraham Lincon," I refer to Hanna's mistake. This seems to snap Emily out of her trance. She laughs softly and I swear that sound is a soothing melody from Heaven. I laugh too and wait for my girl to grab my arm. I guide her through the hallways and out the door.
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"So it's settled then? Me, Emily, and Paige go to Cicero and see if we can find the source of the number, while Aria and Hanna stay here and do I don't know what," Spencer retells the plan. After school and after a rather long quote from a book character (Fallen I believe) retold from Spencer about lateness and punctuality, we all decided to talk about the campus thing today at Emily's house. Spencer and Aria share the love seat and Hanna grudgingly has her ass on the floor while me and Emily share the recliner. Although I am actually on the chair, Emily is on my lap and nope I honestly don't mind at all.
"Hey!" both Aria and Hanna exclaim.
"I have to say goodbye to my mom before her trip to across the sea!" Aria excuses. "OK you have a point but you.." Spencer points at Hanna letting the question hang in the air.
"I got stuff to do..you know... things..to do..," Hanna replies. What a poor excuse may I add. We all give her disbelieving gazes.
"More like you have Caleb to do," I nonchalantly mutter under my breath as I lift the glass to my lips. The girls all agree with my statement, well except for Hanna. She is now glaring at me much like I did to her in the hallway. I smirk in return. Payback's a bitch I think to myself in a sing-song voice. Emily suddenly shifts on my lap and the smirks wipes off. Hanna notices this and gives me own of her look-who's-laughing-now stare. Emily shifts again and this time there is a slight grind on my front. I bite back a groan. Hanna, on the other hand is laughing her ass off. The rest of the close group scrutinize Hanna. Emily takes a peek at me expresses concern when she sees me biting my lip. "I'm fine," I dismiss her anxiety with a wave of my hand. She scans my face one last time and turns back around. I bite my lip even harder as I throw my head on the edge of the recliner. Hanna's laughter now louder echoes in my head.
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"Bye guys! See you at the brew in a bit Spence!" A chorus of "byes" follow Emily's. Once everyone got in their respective cars I shut the door. I turn to face Emily. "Alone at last," I speak as I circle my arms around her waist. I dip my head to kiss her but she retreats up the stairs.
"I have to go to work," she reasons with a coy smirk.
I growl in response. She decides to run up the stairs and I follow. Her laughter resounds when she opens the door to her room. She lets out a high-pitched squeak when I grab her waist and pick her up. I spin around and laugh as my goddess laughs. We land on her bed in a heap of limps. The sun casts her rays through the window and lands on Emily. For a minute I stay still and see the perfection in front of me. Raven hair splayed like a crown around her head shines from the sunlight. Her chest rises and lowers gently and her mouth is lightly parted with small breaths puffing out. I situate a lone hair behind her ear, purposely brushing my fingers along her jaw line. Her breath hitches and I smile knowing I am the only one that can cause this kind of reaction from her.
"What are you looking at?" she asks with a playful tone.
"How perfect you are," I respond softly yet seriously. She blushes and shyly looks down. I grab her chin and gently escort her beautiful face up.
"Hey..don't look away remember?" She inspects my eyes like she's searching for something. I guess she finds that something because the next thing I hear her say is
"I love you" My heart skips a beat. I study her eyes and see nothing but honesty.
"I love you too."
A/N: Sorry if this sucked but if it didn't then place your review and let me know. Thank you for those who actually made it to the bottom. Have some virtual cookies!