A/N: Somebody mentioned how these chapters seem really short, and yes, they do. See, the problem I was having was that I didn't realize how long this first flashback is getting, so when I reached a stopping point I was like "oh it's long enough perfect!" when really, like 400 words were taking up by the flashback. So... it did take me a few chapters after really doing it to realize it. So yes, this chapter is a bit short as well... they'll start to get back to normal length soon though:)
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"What the hell are they doing? Emily!" Alison cried. She tore her arm from Jessica DiLaurentis' grasp. This wasn't okay, and she needed to do something about it.
"Stop! Ali, I—" Emily's voice cut off as she called for Alison. Pam Fields dragged Emily into the car, despite Emily's struggling. There had never been a moment that Emily had truly hated her mother until right now.
"Alison, dear, calm down please…" Jessica DiLaurentis pleaded to her daughter. The woman did not at all agree with what Pam Fields was doing to deal with this newfound situation.
"Calm down? Are you serious? Emily!" Alison felt tears burning in her eyes. How could her mother expect her to calm down right now? If the suitcases tied hastily on top of Pam Fields' car were any indication, this wasn't going anywhere good.
"Alison!" Emily wailed. She didn't understand how her mom could be doing this to her, and she wasn't even sure what this was. Yes, she saw the car once she came outside at first, but why were all of their suitcases strapped to the top?
"Alison, please, come inside. I'll make you tea," Jessica suggested, willing Alison to come with her. She was trying desperately to keep Alison from running frantically toward the other teenager.
"No! They can't do this!" Alison screamed. When had her mom reclaimed her grasp on Alison's wrist? Alison needed to do something, or she would lose Emily, she just knew it.
"You can't stop them, I can't stop them. Come inside." It pained Jessica to say this to her daughter. Unfortunately, it was true, there was nothing they could do to stop Pam and Wayne Fields once they made their mind up about something.
"Emily!" Tears rolled freely down her cheeks. Alison could hardly stand to watch as Pam Fields dragged her daughter into her car, but she wouldn't tear her gaze from Emily. She couldn't.
"Alison!" Emily tried to convey her emotions into the name, hoping that Alison might understand what she was trying to say. She had so many things to say to Alison before they were torn apart forever. So many things that she may well never get to say.
The old front door slammed forcefully behind Alison as she stormed into her house. "Alison, can I talk to you for a minute?" came her mother's call from the living room.
Inhaling stiffly to keep herself from snapping at her mom, Alison entered the living room. Jessica DiLaurentis was sitting comfortably in one of their old style chairs. "Yeah?" she asked impatiently. She just wanted to find something to do to distract her from the whirlpool she was in.
"Yes, I saw you pull into the driveway," her mother began, already giving Alison the directly questioning gaze. "Was that Emily Fields I saw?"
"She moved back a few days ago," Alison answered, bobbing her head slightly. "She left her bike at the Hastings house. I was just driving her here to get it."
"Mm," Jessica hummed, "and why haven't you told me that she's back?"
"Because it doesn't concern you. It hardly even concerns me. We're completely different people now, mom," Alison snapped, the tone of voice she used being one that she hadn't intended to speak with.
"I'm not so sure about that, sweetie," Jessica commented, shaking her head slightly. "Why don't you go upstairs and do your homework before dinner? Your brother is going to join us today."
"When did he get here?" Alison asked, blinking.
"Yesterday. He's staying in Philadelphia, but I managed to steal him for a night. He should be here in a couple of hours," her mom said, nodding surely.
"Alright well, I'll be there," Alison said, trying not to groan. Her brother, Jason, and her weren't always so close, especially not after he moved out of Pennsylvania for college right as her parents were getting a divorce. Though, they had both already seen that coming. "In the meantime, I'll just go regret my entire existence upstairs in my room."
"What are you talking about?" Jessica demanded. "Are you okay?"
Alison cursed under her breath for opening her mouth. "I'm fine. I'm just going through some things."
"Is this about Emily?" her mother asked her pointedly, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Alison, you need to—"
"I don't need to do anything!" Alison interrupted, raising her voice as she violently shook her head. She turned on her heel and headed for the front door. Everything was overwhelming her. Talking to Emily, and now her mom… she just couldn't deal with any of it.
Emily found herself peddling as hard as she could, and she didn't slow her speed until she was practically in her driveway. When she did stop, though, she sat still on her bicycle seat, taking long, slow breaths. Biking with a backpack on was never the best thing to do, but she hadn't really had much of a choice. Emily's bike ride, though considerably shorter than normal due to the push she had given herself, had Emily sweating like crazy. Not only that, but she was pretty sure that she had begun to cry during it as well. She couldn't really tell for sure now, though, because her tears would have mixed into her sweat by now.
A shower was what she needed. She abandoned her bike in the driveway and lugged her backpack inside. As soon as she entered her house, she sprinted up the stairs, carelessly threw her backpack into her bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom.
"Emily! Emily Fields you get out of there this instant! You have some serious explaining to do, young lady! The only reason I didn't call the police today was because I didn't get a call saying that you were absent from school!" Pam Fields exclaimed, banging on the bathroom door.
"Sorry mom, can't hear you, shower!" Emily called, rolling her eyes as she stuck her hand into the shower and turned it on. Luckily, the sound did succeed in blocking out whatever it was that her mom was saying now.
Emily stripped down to complete nudity and stepped into the shower, sighing with relief as the cold water beat down on her. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned against the wall of the shower as the water enveloped her. She was savoring these few moments of peace before her mom would be all over her about practically running away for twenty four hours.
After spending nearly fifteen minutes under cold water, cleaning herself off and trying her best to get every ounce of chlorine out of her hair, Emily finally had to leave her sanctuary. She retrieved a soft, white towel that was hanging from a bar on the wall and wrapped it neatly around herself. Once she was relatively dry, she quietly unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out onto the carpet lining the hallway. Just a few steps to her bedroom. She could make it.
So she rushed through the chilly air and felt successful as she made it to her room. Her feeling of success disappeared after only a second, though, because it didn't take long to notice her mom sitting stiffly on the side of her bed. She was holding Emily's phone. Once she noticed Emily, she raised the phone up a bit for Emily to see. "This is confiscated."
Emily just clenched her teeth.
"What were you thinking? Disappearing on your bike like that?" her mom demanded. "You could have at least taken your car! That was reckless, Emily!"
Emily shook her head. "I didn't go very far. I stayed at a friend's place."
"Alison?" Pam snapped.
"No!" Emily growled. "Mom! You have to stop this! Stop micromanaging me! I'm not your little puppet to play with! I'm not your clone! Just because you want me to be a certain way doesn't mean that I'm going to be that way! Alright, I'm my own person, and I don't want to be treated like this! I'm your daughter! You're my mother! You're not supposed to hate who I am!"
"That person that you think you are from three years ago… that is not you," Pam argued, shaking her head. "That was what someone made you. You're not that person. You are a good person, my daughter. You're an outstanding student, an outstanding swimmer… you're not… not a sinful person, Emily."
Emily found herself shaking her head furiously. "I'm not as outstanding as you think. I didn't make anchor for next week's meet. I might not get to be swim captain. I'm not sure if I'll ever reconnect with my former best friend. I don't think I'll ever fit back in here after three years of being gone. I might've been outstanding once, mom, but face it, you messed me up."
"I did nothing of the sort!" Pam exclaimed.
"Yes you did!" Emily exclaimed. "You messed up my entire life, mom! And as I've previously said, I'm still myself, and I can't change that. Even if you think that the person that I am is just something that someone spread to me like a disease…"
"You are not a sinful person, Emily."
"You're right, I'm not. You just don't know what to consider a sin," Emily hissed. "Okay, you've taken my phone. You've tried your best at a lecture. Can you please go now so that I can freaking get dressed and do my homework? I'll never be outstanding again if I don't do it."
Emily's mom just stared at her as though she were a foreign object, and Emily just walked past her mom and to her closet, where she began to shuffle through clothes. She would have just grabbed the first pajamas she laid eyes on, but she was waiting for her mom to leave. "Emily… I'm not trying to ruin your life. I'm just trying to keep you from throwing it out of the window for some phase that you're going through."
Emily spun around to spit a nasty comment about that at her mom, but Pam was gone by the time she'd turned around. With her went Emily's phone. Not that Emily really cared. She didn't really have anyone to call or text anyway.
Alison sat curled up behind the school. The building was a really weird shape in the back, because the school's natatorium had been added years after the school itself was built, because it was so expensive. The result was an extra corner in a very strange position behind the school. It had used to be an escape spot for Alison. She hadn't even ever told Emily about it.
She couldn't recall the exact last time that she'd come to this spot, though. It felt weird to be there again, but she hadn't had anywhere else to go. There wasn't a single spot that she could think of where she could be entirely alone like she was right now.
A thought was tugging in the back of her mind, something having to do with what Emily had said to her earlier. She wanted so badly to ignore it, but it kept tugging at her.
At some point, Alison let herself think into the past. She pictured herself talking to Emily while they walked the whole hour home from school. She recalled them trudging through snow in the winter, and tackling each other down into it. Alison couldn't help the smile that broke out onto her face as she thought about it. She remembered Emily insisting that they were going to get frostbite and die if they laid around in the snow, but Alison had begged that they at least make a few snow angels. A few had turned into at least ten, and then they'd even piled up a sloppy snowman.
Had they been walking to Emily's house, they would've received a huge lecture from Pam, Emily's mom. Lucky for them, though, they'd been on their way to Alison's house. Jessica DiLaurentis had just laughed at them and made them hot chocolate. Alison's smile widened. She had a feeling that her mom had always sort of known…
Suddenly, Alison's smile disappeared. Known what? she asked herself. She gulped visibly and shook her head, burying her face into her knees. It was so easy to think of Emily, but when she thought of all of the underlying things… it wasn't easy at all.
Once, it was all easy. Once, Alison wouldn't be at all afraid to consider how she really felt toward Emily. Once, they could be themselves around each other.
Once… but no longer.
Mmmmmmm... I know that a lot of you don't like that I made Emily's mom the bad guy, but that's just how the story had to play out. Obviously, it's only slightly OOC, because Emily's mom was against her being gay at first... Idk, but I'm the writer and I'll do what I want ;P And obviously, Emily's mom will start to come around. Sorry for the drama of it all.
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HAPPY NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY! I know that a lot of people don't live in an environment where they can be open about who they are, but it's important for everyone to never feel ashamed or scared of being who they are. I came out to my parents almost 3 years ago, and they and my immediate family accepted me. I know that isn't the case for everyone, especially considering that parts of my more extended family has basically disowned my entire family because of me being gay. In the summer of 2013, after over a year of being terrified to come out to my friends and to people at school, I got fed up with not being able to be myself. It didn't feel fair that people could be so happy being themselves, and I had to sit there and hide who I was because I was scared. I had no idea how anyone would react, because let's face it, people in Texas aren't always the most accepting. Some of my best friends had made jokes against lesbians, or had said that they were creeped out by girls who liked girls. Once, when I told one of my friends that I just didn't like anyone, she made the joke, "Are you like, a lesbian?"... I was terrified. But I got fed up with being scared, and I turned my fear into determination. I didn't come out to anyone face to face, not at first. I used a facebook/instagram post and came out to everyone there. I remember that one of my friends texted me, "Was that you on Facebook?", like she thought I'd been hacked. Ultimately, though, all of my friends accepted me for who I was. They all told me how much they loved me and how they would always be there for me and that I could always talk to them. I know not everyone can be so lucky to have friends and family as accepting as mine, but sometimes things will turn out a lot better than you would imagine. I'm not saying that everyone should come out not matter what- I mean, I wish that everyone could come out and be guaranteed the same support I have...
I don't really know what I'm saying. I just felt like I needed to reflect on that haha... it is National Coming Out Day after all...
So I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and also my super long, not very purposeful coming out story. :P
Goodnight my lovelies! C: Love yourself, because you're perfect the way you are... and please review c;
