Thank you guys so much for taking in my little fiction child. Chapter one pretty much sets the tone for everything.

With our new characters, Sara & Lorenzo, Lorenzo definitely will appear but Sara…? Not likely. Maybe if I find an appropriate spot of her?

Anyways, time to dive into chapter 2!

Enjoy!

CHAPTER #2: The Prologue of a Storm

Italics means thoughts, emphasized word or action. Bolded is a flashback. (….) is an indication that time has passed.

Being awaken from her alarm app and the constant messages from Hanna, Emily is fully, unwillingly but fully, awake for the upcoming school day today. From the prior night's drinking session, Emily passed out on her living room couch, forgetting that she's Hanna's ride back home. To prevent any suspicion on Emily's behalf, Hanna gets a ride from Mr. Fields, blaming Emily's tiredness on the long day. Dressing casually down, Emily sports a dark charcoal grey slouchy t-shirt, white skinny jeans, and grey converses.

Feeling the effects of her drink combination, Emily was slightly impressed it didn't damage her more then she thought it would. Although her head is slightly throbbing and she still feels a bit drowsy, she's more thankful she didn't go all out. She knew the trouble she could get into sneaking alcohol into the house but that's what happens when your judgment is clouded. Popping her ego waffles out of the toaster, Pam walks into the kitchen also fully dressed for the day.

"Good morning, Em." She greets her daughter as she walks to the fridge. "How was your night with Hanna?"

Thank goodness she has a soft voice, my brain wouldn't have handled anything louder. "It was alright, I guess." Emily shrugs, adding syrup onto her waffle. "We talked then she went home."

Pam takes a silent breath inside the fridge before she closes its doors, facing Emily. "What happened in Dr. Sullivan's office…? You never told us about it."

"Isn't that patient confidentiality?

"Emily."

She sighs as she leans her hip against the counter, taking a bite of her breakfast. "We really didn't have much to talk about."

"Well, why not?" Pam takes a step forward with concern smeared on her face, "These sessions are supposed to help you release and vent. You can't get anything out if you're keeping silent."

"I just have nothing to talk about." Emily turns her body away from her mother, getting annoyed by this random push. "I didn't feel like talking about anything yesterday."

"But then you glare at her?" Pam shakes her head trying to understand the mind frame of her daughter. "You sat there and glared at her?"

Emily spins her body back around, the skin around her eyes wrinkled, "She said I glared at her?" She asks with a louder tone. "She was scribbling something down in her notebook and I did was look to see what she was writing! I didn't glare at her."

Pam closes her eyes and rubs her temples, beginning to become distressed so early in the morning. Emily rolls her eyes and grabs her waffles, "I have to get to school." She swiftly strides out the kitchen, leaving her stressed and unhappy mother behind.

Standing inside the school hallway at Spencer's locker, all four girls meet up before classes begin. All due to Hanna's persistent text messages of course. Even if you put your phone on 'Do Not Disturb', she would somehow still get messages sent through.

"How are you feeling today, Emily?" Aria sets her sights on the brunette, asking out of concern of yesterday sprint out the door.

Emily sucks in a big amount of air as she rolls her head up, "I am fine!" She forces a smile that doesn't match her sarcastic and annoyed tone. "I was fine yesterday, I'm fine today, and I'm going to be fine tomorrow." She looks back at her phone, "I am fine."

Spencer and Aria look at Emily with different versions of alarmed confusion as Hanna looks at her unbothered, knowing Emily is not fine and won't be for a long time. Spencer breaks yet another awkward silenced caused by Emily, turning to Aria.

"In Stinson's class, do you know if we ever turned in…" Spencer's voice trails off as Hanna stands beside Emily and squeezes her arm. Not in a warning gesture but as a supportive one. She takes a peak at Emily's phone, seeing that she's looking up some kinds of designs.

"Are those tattoos?" She asks quietly enough for only Emily to hear.

"Yeah….just looking at different kinds. This one is cute. Look." She lifts her phone to Hanna's eye level.

Hanna nods, "It is…if you're contemplating getting a tattoo…which you're not, right?"

Emily lowers the phone and continues to scroll through the different images, not responding to Hanna's question.

"So, I'm just going to pretend that was a silent 'No, Hanna. I'm not getting a tattoo.' thing you just did there. Besides, your parents would literally kill you if they found out you got a tattoo. Isn't that against their moral code or something?"

"Well, being gay is against their 'moral code' and I'm not dead yet." Emily locks her phone and stuffs it in her back pocket.

Just as Emily puts her phone away, she gets a strange sensation as if someone was standing behind her. She turns her head around to see that someone was standing behind her.

Someone she really rather not see.

Instead of physically showing her discomfort with Alison being behind her, she looks past her then turns back around as if Alison was invisible.

"So…I'll see you guys later. I'm going to head to class early today." And with that, Emily whisks out of the circle and walks into the direction of her class. Upon leaving, the empty spot Emily once stood in reveals a wounded Alison.

"Oh hey, Ali!" Aria greets the blonde. In that same beat, Alison walks past the girls to follow after Emily.

"Ok…" Aria watches Alison walk out of sight then turns back to the remaining friends. "Ok, something definitely is going on with them two. I'm going to see what's the matter." Aria proceeds to walk after the two when Hanna grabs her arm, pulling her back.

"No. Let them be. They need handle their business by themselves."

…..

"Emily."

"Emily!"

Being ignored, Alison quickly rushes in front of Emily right before she enters her class, "Hey! I was calling you!"

"And?" Emily carelessly shrugs, looking around the hallway, not meeting Alison's eyes.

Alison looks at Emily with utter confusion, "Ok, did I do something to you?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter?" Alison raises her voice a notch out of frustration, "I haven't seen or talked to you in a week! And every time I do come around, you run off! You're avoiding me like I'm a freaking Ebola patient."

"Oh, I'm sorry that the world doesn't revolve around you, Alison." Emily sighs, finally making eye contact. Alison instantly taken back by such rudeness coming out of her. "I'll be sure to put a sticky note on my forehead to remind myself to acknowledge you every time you walk into the room." Emily brushes past Alison to walk into her classroom.

Not letting that rude and uncalled for remark slide, Alison grabs onto Emily's arm just as she began to walk into class.

Turning her head to the side, looking at Alison through the corner of her eyes, Emily responds before Alison has time to utter anything, "I suggest you let me go, Alison." She growled. She forcibly pulls her arm out of Alison's grasp and walks through the door of her classroom.

Alison emerges into the empty classroom, following Emily to her seat.

Emily sets her things on the desk and turns to find Alison, once again, on her heels. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You think a door is going to stop me from coming in here?" Alison confronts the sour brunette, "From trying to find out what the hell I did to you to make you act like this towards me?"

Emily shakes her head and smiles at Alison in a mocking way, "You just don't get it to do?"

"No." She shoots back, leaning in front of Emily's desk. "I don't. So, why don't you spell it out for me so I can get it."

Alison and Emily bask in a long silent stare down battle; neither one of them letting up. The brown eyes filled with irritation and aggravation against the bewildered and determined blue eyes. After a long ten seconds, the silence is broken by the door opening and heels clicking on the floor. Just then, Alison spins her head back to see the teacher walking into the classroom. Although, Alison's focus has been broken, Emily is still glaring on. However, the longer she looks onto Alison, the more she feels her glare is losing power; Something she hates that Alison does to her. Just how Superman's weakness is Kryptonite and Storm's weakness is claustrophobia, Emily's weakness is Alison DiLaurentis.

"Hello, Alison and Emily!" The female teacher greets the first two students in the classroom. "We're so glad you guys are back and safe."

"Thank you, Mrs. Middleton." Alison casually responds back, not too giddy but just enough emotion to seem fine. Alison turns back to Emily who is looking down. "If you don't tell me," She whispers, "I'm not going to leave."

"Yes you will...you always leave." Emily mutters to herself but Alison hears clearly. Alison continues to stand in front of Emily's desk as the students of the class started to enter and take their seats. With only a few minutes left before class starts, Alison still hold her stance.

"I'll stand here during the whole class period if I have to." Alison crosses her arms defiantly. "I don't have any classes. I'm only here for to talk to the counselor so I have all day."

"Fine" Emily sighs out, looking at the other students who are beginning to whisper and take notice of "the overturned convict" and "kidnaped convict" in the corner of the class.

Alison drops her arms by her side, "Meet me at The Brew after school." She looks at Emily for verification, "Ok?"

"Ok…" Emily confirms, still not making eye contact.

Alison turns and walks out of the classroom, not saying a word or looking in anyone's direction. Watching her leave, Emily slumps back into her chair. Every. Time. Without. Fail.

Going through her first day back in her classes, Emily sits in the back of all of her classes and doesn't participate in any of the daily learnings. She doesn't understand how, after all the things she and her friends went through, they still have to go to school. The district should just look at their GPA and finalize them, not making them go through the pain of going to classes every day and allow them to walk at the end of the school year. But Spencer was right, it'll give them something to do rather than to sit and sulk inside their own minds. During lunch, the girl's didn't have much time to themselves being that each of them had to visit their academic counselors to see their game-plan for the end of senior year.

As soon as the dismissal bell rang for the end of the day, Emily went to outside to the bicycle rack only to be found by her friendly "bodyguard" from Rosewood PD. Ever since the girls have been found, Each girl has been placed under severe watch. Wherever they go, the police will follow and because of the intensity of "A", there are police keeping tabs on the girls' at all times.

Wherever they go, the police will follow.

…..

Cruising through the warm streets of Rosewood with a cruiser slowly trailing behind, Emily approaches the entrance of The Brew. Working under Ezra, it's a no-brainer that she is out on leave because of the entire arrested/kidnapped fiasco she has endured. As she slows down past the window of the establishment, she sees Alison setting at a table.

Waiting.

She checks her phone for the time and patiently waits at the two seated table, waiting for Emily to arrive.

Waiting.

Standing on her bike watching Alison, Emily looks down and taking breaths trying to keep herself tranquil. She knows with Alison, they're conversations can turn into screaming matches and her job is the last place she wants to do that.

Alison crosses her hands out in front of her, patiently waiting for Emily to walk through the door. Just as she begins to turn and look at the window, a voice appears from behind her.

"Alison?"

She turns her back to see someone she's seen a couple times but cannot yet put a name to the face.

"Hi." She politely greets the male. She squints at him. "I know I've seen your face somewhere before…"

"Lorenzo," he puts his hand on his chest, flashing a smile out of uniform and in casual attire.

"Ah." Alison nods her head, "You work with Toby and one of the officers assigned to our cases."

"Yeah, you can kinda say that." He points to the open chair in front of her, "Is this seat taken?"

"Well," Alison checks her phone for the time once more, "I was supposed to meet someone here, actually. Looks like they're running late."

Watching Alison and some guy converse through the window, Emily disappointedly shakes her head and kick-starts her bike and continues on her path home. Leaving Alison to wait. Without a word. Without cancelation. She won't miss me.

…..

"You left her hanging? Why?" Hanna asks from the other side of the phone call.

Emily walks through her house, just coming from the local drugstore. "I just didn't want to do it."

"With all the closure and answers you deserve from her, you had your chance. Why not go?"

"It's my weakness-She's my weakness, Han." Emily pauses for a moment, deciding not to tell her one of the main reasons why she didn't enter the business, "Remember the movie Hancock?"

"With Will Smith, yeah?"

"Remember how Will and Charlize were always together?" Emily walks upstairs towards her bathroom, "During every lifetime they were always together. No matter how far they were from each other, faith would always bring them together?"

"Yeah."

"Do you remember what their weakness is?"

"Each other…" Hanna's tone drops a bit, realizing where Emily is going with this example.

"And what would happen whenever they were near each other for too long?"

"They would become weak. Their presences would weaken each other."

"Exactly!" Emily throws down her bag from the store on her sink. "Exactly. But the whole issue with that is I feel like Will and Charlize. Whenever I'm with Alison, I become weak. I put out everything-give my everything just to be played in return!" Emily looks at herself in the mirror. "And going to see her, I was going to melt in her hands. Just like she'd expect me to do. But…at the same time…I probably would have lost my cool. She has that effect on me well."

Ding Dong!

"Well aren't you guys perfect for each other."

"Anyways….enough about her." Emily digs into her bag with the products she had brought from the store. "I went to the store after school and I was thinking of maybe-"

"Emily! Can you come downstairs, please?" Emily's father voice travels from the lower level.

"I'll call you back, Han. My dad is calling for me."

Emily ends her phone call with Hanna than proceeds to leave her bathroom and walk down the stairs. Halfway down the stairs, she sees a visitor waiting for her in the living room.

Are you serious right now?

Emily slows her steps as she makes eye contact with Alison watching her come down the stairs, mentally asking herself why Alison is there. Oblivious to the situation, Wayne leaves the two girls to themselves as he continues his duties.

"Why are you here?"

"Why did you stand me up?"

Emily reaches the final steps of her stairs, not proceeding any farther. "I forgot," She shrugs.

Alison cocks her head at Emily, not believe a word. "I find that extremely hard to believe."

"Look," Emily lowers her voice, feeling herself beginning to get upset. "If you've came to my house to argue with me, you can turn around and leave."

"I didn't come here to fight you, Emily." Alison slowly walks towards the stiff brunette, "I just want to know what's going on."

Knowing that Alison won't leave without answers, Emily eyes drift off as she thinks. The living room is too public. I don't want her in my room. The attic is too far up.… If we go outside, we might fight and I don't need extra attention. Mentally debating where to hold this conversation,Emily reluctantly nods and points her hand upstairs towards her room. While not moving a muscle, Alison walks towards the stairs and makes a moment's worth of eye contact with the brunette before continuing towards her room. Emily turns and looks in the direction of the kitchen. I'm probably going to need a drink for this.

…...

Closing her room door empty handed, Emily keeps her hand on the door with her back facing Alison. Debating with herself on what direction she should take this conversation.

"What is going on?" Alison instantly asks, not giving a second to waste. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Do you love me, Alison?" Emily asks still facing the door.

Taken back by the question answered with another question, Alison responds back puzzled, "Why…why are you asking me this?"

Emily asks with her voice raised a notch with more affirmation, her hand balling into a fist, "Do. You. Love. Me?"

"….I-I-"

Emily spins around, cutting Alison off, "I need to know if you care about me."

"Of course I care about you, Emily." Alison defends herself.

"No." She shakes her head, stepping closer to Alison. "Not like how you care about Hanna, Spencer or a pet dog. Do you care about me? Like how you said you did? Or was that all a lie?"

"Emily, I-"

"Because I care about you." Emily blatantly cuts her off again, "I care deeply for you and it scares me. It actually scares me because all it takes is one look from you." She holds up a finger, slowly walking towards her, "One look and it reminds me of all the things I would do for you." She drops her hand to her side, changing her tone with deepened unhappiness. "But I know you wouldn't do the same for me."

Now face to face, Alison begins to regret coming to Emily's house. She would have done much better with a text, that way she had time to come up with something rather than being put on the spot. "This…" She shakes her head. "Emily, I don't-"

Felling impatient and impulsive, listening to Alison dance around the question, Emily clutches the sides of Alison's head with both hands, "Don't you understand?" She shakes the blonde, "Don't you understand what you do to me? How you make me feel?" She lowers her head so their foreheads touch, looking deeply into Alison's eyes, searching for something. Anything. "Alison…" As much as she tried to control herself, control her emotions, her voice began to crack as her eyes watered. "I love you. Ok? I love you and I always have. And I want you-I need you tell me that you feel the same way. That-that I'm not crazy." She shakes her head against Alison's, "That these feelings I have are valid."

Alison gazes into Emily's watery brown eyes, unable to come up with anything. Her face overcome with sadness and remorse, a look and silence Emily is not liking.

"Alison, please…" She begs, softly whispering with their lips almost touching. "Alison, please say you do." Tears beginning to stream down her face while Alison opens her mouth, actually left speechless.

"Please don't be quiet because you're going to turn me into someone I'm not going to like, Alison... Alison, please." She grips Alison tighter as she walks her in the direction of her bed, the back of Alison's knee hitting the edge. "Tell me, Alison."

"Emily…" Alison slowly shakes her head, not knowing how to handle this situation. "Emily, I…I-This is a lot for me to-"

Emily clenches her jaw and she closes her eyes, shaking her head refusing what she's hearing. Instead, she pulls in Alison for a kiss, their lips smashing together with more power from Emily's side. Emily pulls away, still grasping onto Alison's head. "I love you, Alison." She kisses the blonde again then pulls apart, "And all I want is for you to love me too." She pulls Alison into her again but keeps their faces together. With all the raw emotion Emily is showing Alison, Alison continues to stay silent.

Feeling crushed, beginning to realize that her emotions are not being reciprocated, Emily chokes on her words as her voice cracks even more. "And-And I need to feel that you feel the same way too because…because-" Emily pauses in the middle of her sentence, softly beginning to cry, holding onto Alison as tight as her hands can grasp. "Because I feel….I feel like I gave my all to you, Alison."

Overwhelmed by all of the sudden out pour of emotions, Alison grabs onto Emily's hands as she tries to pull away from her. Emily continues to hold on to her desperately not letting go.

"Alison, please!"

"Emily, I have to go."

"No." Emily viciously shakes her head with her tears blurring her sight. "Nononono." She sniffles, "You don't get to leave. You always leave me."

"Emily…" She now uses all her force to pry out of Emily's stronger hands. "Emily, let me go!"

"Just answer me!" Emily yells out. The seriousness of Emily's anger begins to frighten Alison as she stays quiet, still struggling in the grasps of the brunette.

"FUCK, ALI! JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME!" She angrily shakes Alison's head again, shouting out in such loudness that's probably alerting every person in ear-shot distance.

"NO!" Alison uses all the energy she has to shove Emily out of her face, causing the brunette to stumble back.

"I can't!" she shakes her head, "I can't do this!" Alison rushes past Emily, opens her door and jogs down the stairs, trying to get out as quickly as she can, bypassing Emily's parents who are rushing towards in the sound of the distress.

Feeling broken and humiliated by Alison once again, Emily's rage quickly get the best of her as she stomps over to her door and hurls it shut into the door frame, causing a picture frame hung on the wall to fall and shatter onto the floor. She slides to the ground with her back against the door and brings her knees to her face, letting out all the frustration and tears she worthlessly just shed with the shouting of her concerned parents muffled in the background.

Uh oh…

If the inner demons were at rest before, it certain looks like they're about to be awaken…

And demons love to play.

Heartbreak is their favorite occasion.

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