A/N: Italics are flashbacks and trigger warning abuse.

Chapter 4:

Alison had been sitting on the floor of her room for about an hour. She had thankfully woken up before Aria. It gave her time to sort out her thoughts which was a lot more difficult than you would think. She was in love with Emily. Why the hell, no how the hell did she let that happen. Keep up the walls. Never let your guard down. Control every situation. Always be the smartest person in the room. Those were her rules. No they were her laws. She broke them. She broke all of her laws. Emily knew almost everything. Probably a lot more now that she had been hanging around with Spencer. Why does Emily even love her? She was a cold hearted bitch. Who could love her? Emily that's who.

"Good morning," Aria broke Alison out of her thoughts. Ali looked up and saw the brunette sitting in front of her obviously ready to talk. Alison sighed and started to pick at the carpet.

"Do I have to talk?" she tried hoping for an out.

"Yes," was Aria's simple response, "why don't you start by telling me how you know Emily in the first place." Alison smiled, thinking of her and Emily at camp.

She sighed and began her tale, "So I went to Texas this summer for a camp." Aria looked at her quizzically. "They thought it would help me. I don't know, be better I guess, be perfect. They forced me to go. The first day was awful. They assigned us cabins each had four beds in it. I had a cabin with two other girls. One girl was a slob and by slob I don't mean she had dirty clothes everywhere. I wouldn't mind that, but this girl had fucking leftover food in her hair it was disgusting. Then the other girl she was ugh she was hyperactive to say the least. It was annoying."

"You said there were four beds?" Aria interrupted.

"Ah yes, after the torturous first day, the second day a beautiful tanned girl walked into the cabin…" Alison smiled at the memory as she kept explaining the second day with Aria.

"Hi I'm Emily." The beautiful brunette said shyly. Alison had found girls attractive, but she hadn't met anyone attractive enough to make her care. This girl was that beautiful. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her white teeth flashing as she showed her perfect smile. Alison was shell shocked. This girl, Emily, was wearing jean shorts that were extremely short. It sent an all too familiar heat down to Alison's core. Her tanned longs legs caught Ali's eyes. Then she realized what she was doing and shot her eyes up to meet the other girl's.

"Hi I'm Alison," she said with a smile. She looked at the girl for a second. She had never seen her around Rosewood, so it was safe to say she would never see her there ever. Deciding to be herself instead of a bitch she stepped forward and leaned in to Emily's ear. "You can call me Ali, if you meet me at the lake at midnight." She whispered before heading out the door to start the mandatory camp activities.

"So you met at the camp and what made out that night and it turned into more?" Aria asked completely intrigued with the conversation especially sense she would never have expected Alison to like girls.

"We met at midnight, but we didn't make out, or kiss." Alison clarified. Aria looked astonished and confused.

"Alison DiLaurentis? You mean to tell me, you liked her but didn't go after her right away I mean with guys you—."

"I'm a virgin Aria." Alison admitted.

"But everyone says that they've? But?" Aria was completely confused. Alison had to laugh. She had come up with an amazing lie. Well a lot of amazing lies. She had the whole school believing she fucked random guys. Hell she even had the guys believed they'd fucked her when they knew they didn't.

"Aria, it's all lies, all rumors I or someone else had made up. Not much is really true. I have never had sex with anyone not even Emily. I've come close with Emily but never a homerun. I haven't been ready. I—" She sighed trying to find the right words.

"Hey it's okay. I'm actually glad they were all lies. You can never get your virginity back. And you sure as hell can't get rid of the AIDS half of the manwhores here probably have." This made Alison laugh. She looked at the girl in front of her. Why was Aria being so nice when the blonde was so horrible? As if reading her thoughts Aria said, "This is nice you know, talking to you like you're a normal person. It's like we're back in sixth grade before you became a bitch. We were so close me and you, closer than the other girls. We met in kindergarten and were inseparable. Then Hanna came in hmm third grade right and Spencer fourth. We were such great friends. We shared everything. Thank you for opening up to me." Alison smiled weakly. Her and Aria had been the closest. That is why she was opening up to her now. She needed to tell someone. She would eventually tell the other girls, but for now Aria could help her. Hell Aria even knew how bad her father was. Well she didn't know about the physical abuse just yet.

"Thanks for not judging Ar. It means a lot. I need someone who won't judge. Quick question, why were you coming to my room last night?" Alison asked when the question hit her. Also she was glad for a break from thinking about Emily and the whole ordeal.

"Oh that, so I was at Spencer's party and I noticed you go upstairs. Well after a while of you being up there I went up there. Then you ran out of the room so fast. I followed you to make sure you were okay. Wait you didn't see me?" Aria explained. It made complete sense now, she had heard Aria on the steps.

"No I didn't I had like tunnel vision I heard someone, which must have been you, and I just wanted to get home. Uhm…..Emily and I were kind of making out when you came up stairs." Alison admitted. She watched as the shorter girl started to chuckle, but the brunette had a confused look on her face. Ali knew she had to go back to explaining, but she heard someone crashing up the stairs.

"Alison!" she heard her father yell. He must've been drunk by the way he was crashing up the stairs. Not five seconds later, he came flying into her room. He looked terrible. His eyes wild and bloodshot, and his clothes were tattered and muddy. She could smell the stale alcohol from her spot on the floor. "There you are I called for you didn't you hear?" He muttered angrily. Alison gulped as he stepped closer. "Stand up girl." She didn't hesitate to do what she was told. She was up in a flash. He looked her over, then spotted Aria sitting watching the scene unfold carefully. "You should leave now." He spat out, but Aria wasn't having any of it. Alison was way too scared to stand up to him, but the short brunette was not at all.

"I think I'll stay right here." She said confidently while standing up. Alison grimaced. The other girl knew about the verbal abuse but not the physical abuse, and Alison was afraid she would do something stupid.

"Alison, make her leave or you'll regret it." The older man demanded while staring down her friend. Alison just looked to Aria pleadingly, but she knew that Aria was not about to step down. Alison felt the tears forming, and she was fighting as hard as she could to stop them from falling. "Fine." He muttered then turned around to leave. The blonde felt the weight of the situation being lifted off her shoulders, but as soon as she relaxed she felt his fist connect with her jaw slinging her into the wall then the floor. He began to laugh maniacally, "You just thought you getting off easy you bitch. Now stand your ass up right now." She was full on crying, but she knew she had to stand up. She faced him with tears falling rapidly from her eyes.

"Don't touch her again." Aria said powerfully as she stepped in front of Alison. The queen bee looked at her friend with thankful yet scared eyes.

"Don't tell me what to do you whore!" He yelled angrily and pushed Aria out of the way. He didn't push her hard enough to hurt her but just enough, so he could get to Alison. He threw Ali to the ground and kicked her in the side hard. She yelped in pain and looked over at Aria. She was on the phone with someone fear cascading her eyes. Then Ali felt her father kick her hard again, and he then straddled her. "Don't you ever disobey me again!" he yelled as he slapped her in the face. "I never wanted a daughter! Why did you have to come along!" Another slap. She could feel the blood on her face but she had no clue where it was coming from. "I hate you!" he yelled before punching her. He found a textbook that was on her floor and was about to hit her over the head with it when she felt him being lifted off of her. Her head was reeling and she could barely make out what was going on. She saw brown hair and tanned skin flash in her eyes.

"Emily," the blonde murmured for no particular reason except for that she needed the girl. She heard a slam and footsteps. She felt a pair of arms around her waist and the faint scent of chlorine. "I'm here" she heard someone whisper. Then it all went black.

So there it is Chapter 4. Thanks for all those reading, following, and reviewing it motivates me. Confession I have no set direction I just write what comes to mind. Sometimes I have to reread chapters to make sure it matches up lol. Emily is a swimmer in this BTW hint hint chlorine hint. Oh and sorry for offending anyone. Also sorry if the fight scene or whatever it's called seemed inaccurate I just Idk wrote stuff lol. So as always please review. Comments, questions, and thoughts welcome.