Chapter 2
Excruciating sun rays beam through the slightly cracked window, evenly casting a wave of heat. Not a single corner is uncovered, nor cool. Causing the girls to sweat profusely.
In the dark of night, Alison managed to remover her shirt. Partially drenched with sweat. Adjusting to the brisk air was difficult, but her goosebumps said otherwise. A sigh escaped her lips, taking in the cool atmosphere. Savoring the moment, and the beautiful girl next to her.
Now it's broad daylight and the heat is overbearing.
Emily was the first to wake. Stretching her arms high above her head, wincing at the sunlight. Alison was second, softly cursing in french.
Emily inaudibly yawned, and cracked her neck. Her eyes growing at the sight beside her.
EMILY'S POV OH GOD. Is Alison really shirtless or this a dream? Her blacked laced bra is practically see through! This has gotta be a dream! Oh shit. Why is she smiling? Why is she sighing? Oh god, please don't stretch. No! Don't open your eyes!
"Ugh." Alison grunts while rubbing her eyes. "Why is it so damn hot in here?"
Emily knows that Alison is addressing her but chooses to stay silent. Monitoring her own breathing.
A slender finger caresses Emily's shoulder and lightly scratches the surface. Just once.
Emily gasps at the touch and quietly turns her head.
"Morning." Alison chirps with a smirk. "Sleep good?"
Alison notices Emily's hesitation to respond and looks down.
"Oh! My bad." She apologizes. Slightly turning red. "It was really hot last night."
"Yeah, it literally felt like hell." Emily chuckles awkwardly, her attention elsewhere.
Alison half smiles at Emily fidgeting and grabs her hand, interlacing there fingers. Flashing a smile when Emily loosens up.
A comfortable silence arises and they're back to exchanging looks. Sometimes making silly faces towards one another, just having fun. Something Alison hasn't done in a while.
Alison always focuses on what other people think of her and build a wall. Emily is the only person she can be herself with because she doesn't judge or ask questions. She just cares for her unconditionally, encouraging Alison to be a better person.
A short while passes and the other girls awake, preparing breakfast. Leaving Emily and Alison to talk amongst themselves. Once again.
Emily stares at Alison, observing her facial expressions. Alison looks as though she's concentrating, on god knows what. But it must be important because a single tear rolls down her cheek, clouding her eyeliner.
A small sniffle is released along with a long sigh from the blonde. Judging by her face, it's something upsetting.
Emily looks at her sideways and touches her knee, comforting the weeping girl.
"What's wrong, Ali?" Emily questions. Concern laced with a little bit of anger.
Emily hates when Alison is upset because its either boyfriends or school. Those people are just ignorant though. Alison is a great person with a big heart. Anyone who disagrees shall be identified as stupid in Emily's book. Alison is simply a diamond in the rough; a work of art.
Alison quickly wipes her nose and fixes her eyeliner. Inhaling the hot air surrounding them. Letting out a graceful chuckle.
"You know, it's funny how someone can change." Alison whispers, barely audible. "One minute there nice and the next, there just so mean." She finishes, contemplating her next move.
Emily nods her head in agreement, clearing her throat. That sounds an awful like someone familiar, Emily thinks. Pinpointing Alison in her mind.
Yeah, it's not fair but when the roles are switched, Ali has no control over her emotions. She's like a lost puppy.
"Shh. It's okay, Ali." Emily exhales sharply, stroking Alison's head.
This could single handedly shatter Emily's heart into a million pieces. Watching Alison cry is dreadful, you can't help but feel sorry.
"I mean, I was so good to her! But sometimes jealousy takes over." She screamed while crying uncontrollably. Throwing her head in her hands.
Emily gasped and cradled her like a child. Embracing her, loving her and shushing her. Alison has never gotten this kind of treatment before, even from her own family.
Alison notices her act of kindness and hugs Emily tight, nails digging into her flesh. Snot clinging to her shoulder and tears strewing everywhere. Alison slides into her lap and lays there.
"There's no reason to cry, Alison. I'm here." Emily quotes her, honestly speaking. "I'll scare those tears away." She whispers.
Alison lifts her head up slightly to look Emily in the eyes. Tears pouring like rain. She's not even crying anymore, yet they still drip.
"I'm not who you think I am, Emily." Alison admits, eyes glued to the floor. "I've been lying to you."
Right then and there was the moment it happened. As Emily gazed into shimmering blue eyes, she couldn't help herself. So she leaned in.
Alison takes a second glance and leans in too. Once there lips are mere inches apart, Emily cries out in pain. Blood curdling yelps filling the room. A sudden sense of wretched pain in her lower abdomen causes her to shout. Choking her tears back, she gropes her stomach for dear life. Desperately wheezing for air while squeezing her eyes shut, demanding help.
"Alison!" She frantically calls for help. "I think theres something wrong. Call 911!"
With all the strength she's got, she manages to open one eye. Practically passing out at the sight of streaming blood, staining her favorite shirt. Alison's shirt. She looked to Alison in confusion, panic rising.
A sick smile spread across Alison's face as Emily bled out. It intrigued her and made Alison very happy. She looked up at Emily once more and retorted the last five words she may ever hear again.
"My names Courtney, bitch." Courtney clarified, knocking Emily unconscious. Blowing her a kiss as Emily lay, suffering.
By throwing a blanket over her head and escaping out the window, it's like she was never there. Like she never captured her own sister and traded places.
Once she vanished, Emily laid on the ground, wincing and wheezing, huffing and puffing. Trying so hard to yell but not producing sound.
Since the liars didn't see her or Alison come downstairs, Aria went up to check on them. Screeching at the top of her lungs once she slid open the door. She couldn't believe her eyes, 'Emily was stabbed and Alison was stolen!' She thought to herself.
Boy, was she wrong.
Fumbling her phone quickly, she called an ambulance. Hollering for Spencer and Hanna to hurry up, unable to control her ghastly screams.
But was it too late to save there friend?
