Disclaimer. I do not own Pretty Little Liars. Any mistakes are mine. I do not have a beta. It does switch from 3rd person to 1st point of view, but I will try to keep it in 1st from now on. This is mainly for me but I thought it would be cool to post it. Maybe other people will like this story line too.

It was the 3 AM but Alison couldn't sleep. Not when her mind was running constantly, without any sign of stopping anytime soon. A had been fucking up her life since she was fourteen. But this. This was possibly the worst thing that had happened to her by far. The only thing that topped this, was being buried by her mother. A had done things to her and all the girls that were cruel and invasive, but this was the most cruel and invasive.

She was attacked when she was in her most vulnerable state. She had been drugged repeatedly not just by her husband, but by A.D. as well. Alison had been strapped down to a bed and impregnated against her will. Since she had found out it wasn't Archer Dunhill's child, all the disgust and anger she had at herself, had doubled.

She had been angry with herself for marrying him. And disgusted because she carried his child. Now she was still angry that she married him; that she didn't see through his performance. She was also angry with A.D. but that was nothing new. What surprised her was her anger at Emily. Sweet, beautiful, and kind Emily. Alison knew logically that it was wrong to be angry with Emily. Emily was a victim in this just like Alison. Damnit though. Alison couldn't help it. She couldn't help but think that if Emily hadn't been so stupid to waste away all of her money and get kicked out of school, this would not be happening. If Emily hadn't needed money. If she just didn't try and sell her eggs, this wouldn't be happening to her.

Then Alison would feel guilty for thinking that of Emily. Alison knew how close Emily was to her father. Wayne was the best father anyone could have. He was the best father figure Alison had. Kenneth was always gone. It was always work with him. Even if he was home he was cold and distant. She now thinks it was all the damn secrets her family kept. But Wayne, he always had a hug and a smile for Alison whenever she saw him. Alison missed him sometimes, but she knew Emily missed him all the time. So, Alison knew she could not be angry with Emily for how she dealt with the loss of her father. Alison can't be angry with the way Emily grieved. Greives still.

Alison felt disgust, because now every time she closed her eyes she could feel someone's hands on her body. Sometimes they were the hands of a man. Other times they belong to a woman. But the feeling Alison got was all the same. Alison was unsure if they were memories or if it was just her imagination. But either way she felt them. She could feel them pulling her legs apart. She could feel them touching her, down there. She thinks she can feel the person moving her legs, so that she lay bare before them. When she closes her eyes, she could almost feel the cool steel of the needle that they used to inject her with. So, no. Sleep was not something she saw much of anymore.

Another thing that kept her awake was the question of what she was going to do. She had cancelled her abortion appointment almost two weeks ago, after she had told Emily. Emily had asked Alison the same question that night after the other girls went home.

"What are you going to do? About the baby?'' Emily couldn't look Alison in the eye.

"What do you want me to do?" Alison couldn't make that decision on her own. Technically, this wasn't her kid anymore. Maybe it was her body, but not her child.

"It's not up to me." Said Emily. Yes. It is, Alison thought.

We didn't talk much that night. Emily left soon after, and I hadn't seen much of her since. A lot had happened in the past two weeks. The people Jason hired to find our money, had traced it into an account under the name Alex Drake. Alex Drake (the twin of Spencer Hastings) was found and taken into custody two days later. But she was an evil and vindictive bitch. Oh, how she sang about Archer Dunhill's murder, and provided video evidence. All five of us were arrested soon after. The police were only able to hold us for two hours, before the lawyers Jason hired were forced to let us go.

The video showed me running away from Archer. It also showed Hanna driving the car into him. The video showed evidence, but there was too much speculation around it. After the way I was treated by him in Webley, of course I would be running away from him. Then with how quickly Archer had run into the road, there was no proof Hanna had time to stop the car. It was possible the Dunhill's death could be accidental, or self-preservation.

"If it was an accident, why did they try to cover it up? Why not call the police?" Tanner did not think the girls to be so innocent. In turn, the lawyers drug out the long past we had with law enforcement, and just how many times the police had failed to keep us safe. They reminded Tanner of just how many times the police instead blamed us for things we didn't do. Detective Wilden was a prime example.

Then Tanner tried to tag us with "obstruction of justice". The lawyers simply dug out Archer Dunhill's long criminal records. No jury would ever side with Dunhill. They would never convict the us of murder or obstruction after what he had done to us. To me.

Alex Drake was sent to jail to await her trial, and the mountain of evidence they found with her would ensure a guilty verdict. And without conclusive evidence that Archer Dunhill's death was a murder, the case was ruled an accident. We were freed with minimal problems, and my money had been returned to my accounts.

Yet still, I have not seen or heard from Emily in a week. She heard from Spencer that Emily was in self-destruct mode for a few days. That was code for Emily was drinking heavily again. "Then she kinda just stopped. She's been hanging out with Paige a lot lately. Maybe she was able to help Em out of it." Spencer came over almost every day. We bonded over our shared fucked up family history. Spencer always had a glass of wine. I didn't.

"I think she's avoiding me." I sighed. Spencer gave me a look that meant she didn't disagree.

"Maybe she's just not ready to talk about it yet."

"Yeah, that's kinda obvious Spence. Hence the avoiding part. I don't want to talk about it either, but we do need to talk about it eventually." I was so fucking frustrated with this whole situation. She sat on the floor in front of the couch, her legs stretched out in front of her. I sat laying on the couch with my head propped up against the arm of the chair.

Spencer sipped from her wine glass and then put her head back to rest against my thigh. "Have you thought anymore about what you want to do?"

"A little bit." I replied. She turned her head to look at me.

"And? Would you like to elaborate?"

I rolled my eyes. "Before I was so sure I wanted an abortion. All I could picture was a child with Elliot's face. And I never want to look at his face again." I really needed some alcohol.

Spencer lifted her head to look at me more intently. She was trying to read me. "And now?"

I gave in and grabbed her wine glass. I took a sip before handing it back to her. She just looked at me waiting.

"And now instead of a child that looks like Elliot, I see a child that looks like Emily." I said. I saw a flash of sympathy in her eyes before she turned away.

We sat in silence for a few minutes after my confession. "Does that mean you want to keep it?"

I sat up so that my lower back was leaning against the arm of the couch now. "I don't know what I want to do. It easier to abort that child of someone you hate." I ran my hand through my hair. "I mean yeah it was mine too, but after the hell I brought onto people," I trailed off. "I honestly thought the world would be better off without another demon child. With its mother a complete bitch and manipulator, and a liar and con-artist for a father. A kid like that would have no chance of being anything other than evil. Now the baby is Emily's. The most sweet and kind-hearted person we know. Now it has a chance. Maybe having a baby like that won't be so bad."

I knew Spencer understood. "What if Dunhill is the father?"

"He's not. I had a DNA test done to see if the baby was mine or not. It wasn't. Dunhill couldn't have been the father. It was the wrong blood type."

"Well, at least it's not him." I agreed. She sighed and got up from the floor. "It's almost 4 AM. I'm gonna go home." She set her empty wine glass on the coffee table. She looked me straight in the eyes. "Please try and sleep tonight." I nodded in agreement half- heartedly. She gave one nod and turned towards the door. "Come lock the door behind me." I got up and followed her. I knew she would wait outside to hear all three locks slide into place before leaving.

I went back to the couch and turned on the TV. I grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over myself. I skimmed through the channels until I came upon some old romance movie from the 60s. I watched the movie for a few minutes with the volume nearly on mute. For the first time in weeks I fell in to a deep dreamless sleep.

I woke the next morning to a knock on the door. I ignored it at first but it only got louder. I opened my eyes to glance at the clock on the wall. It read 11 o'clock. I kicked the blanket to the foot of the couch and made my way towards the door. The first good sleep I've had in a while and someone had to ruin it. The person had started to knock again when I started unlocking the door.

"What?!" I growled letting the door fly open. Emily jumped a bit at the sudden opening of the door. My anger and annoyance vanished.

She took a deep breath. "Hey." I didn't respond. I was honestly a bit surprised to see her. "Can we talk?" I nodded stepping to the side to let her in. I closed the door behind her.

Author's Note.

I have a pretty good idea of where I will be taking this story. I don't plan for it to be a long one, but this line has been running through my head for months now. I was hoping someone else would write it but I can't wait anymore. I don't have any other chapters written yet so hopefully I can update soon.

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