Fifty Shades of Fucked UpA/N: I saw fifty shades of grey. Lame. Based on twilight fanfiction? Imagine how a movie based on emison fanfiction would be, oh my god. Anyway, sorry it's taking me a long time to update, sincere apologies. But I have the next chapter of this almost finished, and the next chapter of christmas and strippers at 2k words, so I'll be posting it soon. ALSO someone gave me an awesome prompt and i'll be posting that soon.
Also, i'm throwing fifty shades of "wtf" to the PLL writers because they suck at the whole emison one jail visit?! Come on.
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"They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine," Alison's soft voice spoke sweetly as she read Tender is the Night to Emily during her fifth visit to Radley
If she could stay longer than half an hour, she would. But she's only allowed half an hour every day. On her second visit, she had described what she wanted to do in Paris together in great detail.
"We could spend an afternoon having a picnic in front of the Eiffel tower," Ali had mused. She had rambled about French bakeries and bike rides and sight seeing. Emily had said nothing.
On her third visit, Alison had brought magazines and attempted to update both of them on pop culture and socially relevant items. Still no expression from the brunette.
The fourth time she visited she vented to Emily about how she doesn't trust the girls. It's only when she cracks a joke about Hanna's typical big mouth that Emily smiles for the first time. Alison thinks it's an improvement- she's missed that beautiful smile.
Today, she brought a book to read. Tender is the Night is one she started while on the run and never managed to finish. So here she is, sitting cross legged on the couch next to her mermaid in Radley.
Emily shuffles as Alison reads, and the blonde's blue eyes look up to examine the tan brunette. She sees complicated emotion swimming in those big brown eyes she's grown to love, and she doesn't understand why Emily's body seems to be tense and guarded still around her. The blonde sighs as she looks back at her book and tries to find her place again as she reads about happy moments that describe how she felt when she first laid eyes on the brunette years ago.
"I get out tomorrow."
Alison whips her head up with wide eyes and an open, surprised mouth as she stares at her mermaid. Those are the first words she's heard her speak, and it's been so long since she's heard that voice. Her normally sweet tone was dry and her voice was slightly hoarse but Alison would take it.
"You do?" she asks with glee before frowning slightly. "I start school the day after. So I have to mentally prepare all day for that."
Emily merely nods, but Alison feels hope radiating through her. This is it. They'll both be free and home. They're gonna have a real chance at life together, she hopes.
"Come home safe," Alison whispers as she leans into Emily and kisses her forehead gently. "I miss you."
"I miss you too," Emily mumbles so quietly Alison can barely hear her- but she'll take it. And it's funny, because she can't wait to see both of them in non-confinement clothes. Because god knows both of them are beautiful and neither orange nor drab white are their colors.
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It's her first day back- and Alison wishes her father just let her stay home. But he's insisting upon a normal life for her (which is a joke, because her life can never be normal ever again). And as she feels people's leering stares upon her, feels their contempt- she forces herself to maintain her stoic expression while walking the halls.
"What's your next class?"
She hears Hanna's voice from next to her and turns to see the frazzled blonde staring her down intently, waiting for her answer. Hanna had voluntarily walked with her to school, and to class, and sat down next to her in class. She was proving to be quite loyal.
"English, why?"
"I'm worried," she informs her nervously. "I don't have English with you-"
"It's okay," Alison comments gently. "Really. You've done more than enough for me."
Hanna looks a little hesitant, her face caught off guard by Alison's kindness. She'd never really been on the receiving end of the ex alpha blonde's warm side.
"I just don't want something to happen to you," Hanna mumbles as she stares off in the opposite direction, unwilling to show fully reveal her caring side. "We have a lot of…hateful people in school."
"I'll be okay," Alison reassures her. The other blonde nods and still looks unsure as to whether or not she will be. But she decides there's nothing else she really can do. "Wait, Han?"
"Hm?"
"Have you…uh…have you heard from Emily?"
"Not yet," Hanna shakes her head sadly. "You?"
"I didn't try to visit yesterday," Alison explains as her facial expression falls a little and her shoulders seem to sag slightly. "I don't know what her mom would do if she saw me."
"She knows you visited Emily in Radley, it's not confidential information," Hanna says with a smile. "And she never said anything about it. So that's gotta be good, right?"
"I guess. I'll see you later Han," Alison says as she realizes she'll be late for English.
She walks off down the almost empty hall, turns a corner, and bumps straight into-
"Well, well, well, look who decided to show their face here again?"
The tiny blonde gasps as Noel Kahn menacingly steps into her, aggressively getting in her face.
"Leave me alone," she demands quietly as she tries to go around him. He rolls his eyes as she shuffles past him and she feels a strong hand grab her wrist suddenly and whip her backwards so she's in front of him once again.
"You're done telling me what to do," he growls and she's suddenly afraid for her own life as she sees the bloodlust written all over his face. She can recognize a person ready to be a stone-cold killer, and Noel's pretty eyes have become dark and empty of emotion except for rage.
"Don't do this," Alison pleads but she gasps as Noel brings one hand up to cover her mouth and uses the other to push her against the lockers. Alison feels Noel shoving her against the wall aggressively, his body pressed up tight against her and she begins to get claustrophobic really quickly.
"Stop-mmmmf," her muffled cries are lost as his domineering position heightens as he brings his hand up to her neck and begins to choke her.
"Maybe this will keep you from threatening people, maybe you'll finally shut the hell up," Noel threatens with an eerie look in his eye. Alison struggles to breathe, trying to gasp for air as he replaces his hand with arm, bruising and shoving hard against her throat as his other hand attempts to rip her shirt off, but he only pulls it up halfway, exposing her bra.
"Pl—e—as-e," Alison chokes out painfully as she begins to grow dizzy.
"Just be a good little whore for once," he growls. "You were always such a fuckin' bitch. You're gonna get what you deserve."
And the blonde is terrified that he's going to carry out his threat in the middle of the hallway when everyone is in class and nobody can hear her. The ironic thing is, the only class room nearby is empty. And he seems to pick up on that as he eyes it.
"Let's get out of here, Ali, just like you always wanted-"
But the psychotic boy doesn't have a chance to finish. Alison gasps for air as she feels Noel being ripped off of her and she sees none other than Emily throw him to the other side of the hallway with such force that his impact with the locker echoes loudly.
The brunette's chest is heaving with fury as she stands up straight, surprised at her own strength. Her chocolate brown eyes are dark and Ali can feel the protectiveness flowing through her and rolling off in waves. But something's off- it's a little too protective, a little too aggressive. Still, she's not even sure what Emily is doing here but she's damn happy she is.
"Em?" Ali asks breathlessly, and the brunette silently picks up her books, and hands them to her, eyes blank. She silently smoothes out the blonde's shirt so it rests properly on Alison once more and then turns back to look at a seething, angry Noel on the ground.
"Hey dyke, watch out or I'll get you and the bitch both," Noel threatens and Emily glares at him with fury. The brunette angrily storms over to him and brutally kicks him right in the chest, a cry of pain escaping him and Emily looks at him with no remorse. She brings her foot back again and kicks him one more time harshly in the ribs. But she feels Alison's eyes on her from behind, and sure enough the blonde is nervously watching- this isn't right.
"Not worth it Em," Alison pleads from behind her as she grabs onto her arm. The brunette feels Alison's thumb gently rub her skin and she lets out a shaky breath as she forces herself to rip her gaze away from Noel.
"Let's leave," Emily mumbles ripping her arm away from the blonde and Alison quickly follows her out of the hallways and out the front door of the school. So much for being normal and back at school.
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"Are we gonna talk about it?" Alison asks as they sit on her front porch, the mid day sun giving them warmth. But they're sitting so close together they don't really need any extra warmth. Emily is leaning sideways against the railing, her eyes distant and far off and Alison is practically curled up in her lap, her head against her collarbone. She's trying to show Emily affection, but it's as if the brunette won't have any of it.
"Do we have to?"
"I think so," Alison says quietly. "Not all at once. But, the last two months were hard. I was in jail, then you were in jail, and then you got out, and I was all alone, and then all of a sudden you were in Radley and –A and it all makes my head hurt."
"Do you ever feel like nothing can be the same again?"
"I hope so," Alison whispers quietly. "Because I don't ever want us to not be together ever again."
"You know what I mean."
"Things will get better, Em."
"My dad is dead."
It's the first time she's heard the brunette really talk about her father at all since jail- and it's painfully hard to even hear those words come out of sweet Emily's mouth.
"I know," Alison says softly as she cuddles harder against the brunette until their bodies are pressed so closely together it's hard for the brunette to breathe. A few minutes pass in silence, and Alison begins to grow restless. "Em?"
"Yeah?"
"What did you do to get the evidence?"
She feels the brunette stiffen completely.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Em-"
"I don't want to fucking talk about it!"
She shoves Alison off of her and stalks off, leaving Alison in shock.
"Emily wait!" she calls as she runs after her, unwilling to let the brunette suffer alone. But as she reaches the brunette and grabs her arm, she feels Emily turn around and violently push her backwards, causing her to fall on the grass with a shriek.
"I don't want to talk about it," Emily seethes and Alison looks at her with hurt and confusion. "I got you out of jail, isn't that enough? Don't force me to tell you anything!"
With that she runs off, and Alison realizes she was stupid to believe that it'd be so easy for them to restart everything. Things are just as complicated as they were back in that jail cell, and this isn't the start of a new beginning- this is the messy complicated beginning of the second act.
