"Alison! Stop!"
Spencer grabbed the blonde's hands to stop her from what she was doing, "this is not your room." Alison rolled her eyes, "this is my room."
"Ali, honey, your room is over here," Aria called out.
"I can just pick her up and put her in her room. Just say the word," Toby whispered to Spencer. The youngest Hastings gave her boyfriend an exasperated look. Alison had been an handful tonight. Spencer hadn't seen Alison this emotional…ever. She had seen Alison cry twice, flirt with the bartender (just to cry afterwards), snap at some girl, dance like she didn't have a care in the world, and now this.
Alison was trying to get into a room that wasn't hers, and she refused to leave. "Ali, c'mon, your room is this way," Spencer tried, attempting to tug Alison to her actual room.
"I stayed here last night, S-Spencer. This is where I slept," Alison admitted. Spencer wanted to smack herself. Of course she stayed here last night. This was Emily's room that she was trying to get into.
Aria shot Spencer a worried look and Spencer shook her head. She knew something between Emily and Alison had sparked again, but Spencer didn't think they had hooked up. "Ali, this isn't your room. You can't sleep here anymore. It was a mistake." Alison's eyes glossed over again. A mistake. So that's how Emily looked at it?
Alison slowly moved from Emily's door and shuffled to Aria, who was standing outside of Alison's actual room. Confusion hit Spencer like a train, what did she say to make Alison snap out of it?
"Way to go, genius," Hanna growled. "Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Spencer replied. "Come on, Spence. You just told the girl it was a mistake that she slept here last night. You basically told her that she was a mistake!"
"I did not mean it that way!" Spencer exclaimed, "and even if I did, would I be wrong? They are both in serious relationships!"
The door opened and Spencer and Hanna found Emily was a frustrated crease in her forehead, "what in the hell is going on out here? It's 2:30 in the morning."
Hanna wanted to push Emily back inside of her room. The last thing she wanted was Alison seeing the brunette. "Is Victoria asleep?" Spencer asked. Emily nodded, "yeah, and I was too until you guys—,"
Emily was cut off when Spencer grabbed her and pulled her a few feet away from the door. "Good because I am about to kill you! Did you sleep with Alison last night?"
Emily's mouth dropped and Hanna, accidentally, let a smirk fall on her lips. "I—I don't know what you're talking about," Emily tried. "Yeah, okay," Hanna chuckled.
"Did you?" Spencer asked. Emily brought her hand up to the back of her neck, "why are you asking me this, Spencer?"
"Because Alison is a mess right now!" Spencer claimed. Emily could hear the anger in Spencer's voice. Was Spencer mad at her?
"You know how I feel about cheating and how I like Victoria and Jackson both but—," Spencer started, but now it was Emily's turn to cut her off.
"Wait, you like Jackson?" Emily snapped. Spencer crossed her arms, "is there something wrong with that?"
"Yeah, he's a low-life, disgusting, piece-of—,"
"Emily?"
The three girls turned their heads to find Alison staring at them. Or more so, Alison staring at Emily. Even at 2:30 in the morning with slightly smeared mascara, pink eyes, rosy tear stained cheeks, and pouty lips, Alison looked beautiful. Her golden loose curls were still perfectly in place and her dress was hugging her in all of the right places.
"You better not hurt her anymore than you already have," Hanna warned in a whisper before taking Spencer's arm and pulling the girls towards their boyfriends to give Alison and Emily a chance to talk.
Emily walked closer to Alison in silence. Emily felt so much guilt looking at the drunken beautiful girl standing in front of her. She didn't know she hurt Alison this bad. And God, she didn't want to hurt the blonde at all. What she wanted to do was plant kisses on each tear stain on Alison's cheek and softy peck her pouty lips.
"Ali, are you—,"
"No, Em. I'm not okay," Alison interrupted. "I'm really, really drunk. Things are spinning even when I close my eyes. I—,"
Alison started leaning over and Emily caught her before the blonde fell. Emily pulled Alison to her and kept her arm around of Alison's waist for support. When Alison breathed in Emily's scent, the blonde started crying. Being this close to the brunette felt like torture. She was as close as she could physically be but still wasn't close enough. Emily wasn't hers.
"Please let me go," Alison begged, trying to break out of Emily's hold.
"No," Emily replied, holding Alison tighter to her body.
Alison could feel her tears starting to come faster. She felt like she was suffocating in Emily. She could breathe perfectly fine, but being this close to Emily suffocated her. It was too much.
"Let me go!" Alison cried.
Spencer, Toby, Ezra, Aria, Hanna and Caleb watched. The six felt like it was their heart hurting in their chest just by watching. Spencer took a step towards the two, "I'm not watching this anymore." Hanna pulled Spencer back, "let them do this, Spencer. They have to."
The group watched as Emily held her hold on Alison. Emily knew if she let go of Alison, the blonde would fall. Hanna knew if Emily let go of Alison, she would break.
"I'm not letting you go, Ali," Emily told the blonde in her arms. "You already have, please just let me get away from you," Alison cried. "No," Emily said. The brunette brought her other hand to Alison's side.
"Please, God, just let me go," Alison pleaded.
"Why, Alison? Why do you want me to let you go? So you can fall? And hurt yourself? So you can—,"
"Because I love you and it's killing me!" Alison cried. The blonde stopped fighting and leaned her weight against Emily. Emily felt her heart clench. Alison was falling apart in her arms because of her.
"Last night you told me that you loved me. And you looked like you meant it. You really did. A-and then, you—you made love to me. And you kissed me and told me how much you still loved me and wanted to be with me and you even kissed it. And you told me you wouldn't let it happen again," Alison sobbed, "but I was just a mistake to you, right?"
Emily could feel tears start to form in her eyes. She messed up. She had allowed Alison to think that everything the brunette had done here in Bora Bora with her was a lie. The brunette started shaking her head, "no, Ali. You weren't." Alison brought her eyes up to Emily, "you're still with her."
Emily knew she looked like a jackass. How could Alison not think what she's saying was true? Emily did make it look like Alison was a mistake. She did make Alison look like just a hook up until Victoria came around. Emily knew who she was in love with. She was so, so in love with the girl in her arms.
"Ali—,"
"Emily?"
Emily turned her head to see Victoria's head poking out from her room. Emily let go of Alison and turned to her girlfriend, "hey, you're awake." Alison was pretty drunk, but she was sure that when she looked over Emily's shoulder to see Victoria, Victoria was looking at her instead of at Emily.
"What's going on?" Victoria asked. Aria stepped to Victoria, "we're just coming in from a night out. We're all about to head to bed."
Victoria moved her eyes from Alison to Emily. She knew something wasn't right. Nothing was ever right when Alison was involved. "Let's go to bed, Ali," Hanna said as she started walking to the other blonde.
Emily turned and looked back at Alison, "Ali—,"
The blonde cut her off, "don't worry about it."
Alison's voice cracked and Emily felt her chest cave in.
When Hanna got to the two girls, she shot Emily a glare. Emily flooded with guilt. The two most important women in Emily's life were both upset with her. One was having her heartbroken by the brunette and the other was pissed at her for breaking the other's heart.
Emily walked to Victoria after Hanna took Alison in her room. Emily walked in her own room and when Victoria shut the door behind of them she immediately started talking. "What was going on out there?"
"We were trying to get Alison to calm down. She had a rough night," Emily replied, slipping back in bed. It took Emily a few seconds, but she felt grimy. Emily just noticed that the same sheets she and Victoria were sleeping in, were the same sheets that she had just made love to Alison in. Her stomach turned. God, she was an awful person.
"It looked a little different than that," Victoria claimed. "It's not what it looks like," Emily replied. "She was crying in your arms, Emily. Your arms, out of everyone else's," Victoria said.
"Can we please just go back to sleep? Nothing happened out there, Victoria. She was just drunk," Emily pleaded. Victoria sighed as she ran her hand through her blonde hair. Emily had never acted like this. It was like she wasn't even dating the same person. Ever since Alison had come around, Emily had been incredibly different.
"Do you still love her?" Victoria asked. Emily felt her stomach turn again. She wasn't ready for this. She didn't want to have this conversation. "Victoria—,"
"Emily, please. Answer the question," Victoria softly asked.
Emily lay silent as she thought the question Victoria was asking her. Of course she still loved Alison. She was in love with Alison. Alison gave Emily feelings that no one else could. The question wasn't if she still loved Alison, the question was if Emily was ready to admit to Victoria that she still loved Alison.
Victoria's phone started vibrating on the night stand. Victoria walked to her phone and checked the caller ID. Her manager was calling her. Apparently her manager in New York City forgot the time difference in Bora Bora.
"Hey, Max, hold on one second and let me step outside," Victoria answered. Emily turned over in bed and released a sigh of relief. She knew she couldn't keep running from this problem for much longer, but at least she just got herself a little more time.
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Alison and Hanna turned on another street as they kept their pace. According to Alison's Apple Watch they had been running for 1.8 miles now and they were doing great. Well.. Alison way anyway.
"Okay, I'm done, I'm dying here," Hanna breathed as she stopped and bent over to rest her hands on her knees. "Ali, you're killing me." Alison laughed as she stopped too. She figured Hanna would only make it a mile, so she was impressed enough to stop now when they almost hit two.
"When did you get so in shape?" Hanna asked, wiping a bead of sweat off of her forehead. "You know, you didn't have to come right?" Alison joked.
Alison knew Hanna was going to come running with her. Last night Hanna slept with Alison, (sorry Caleb), to make sure she was okay, and when Alison told Hanna she was going to go running, Hanna looked at Alison like she was crazy. Hanna was surprised Alison could even stand up after how much alcohol she consumed, but Hanna had also forgotten that Alison never gets hangovers.
"I thought it would be a good idea to get some exercise in," Hanna said as she stretched out her legs. "Exercise or babysitting?" Alison laughed, "seriously, I'm fine, Hanna. Last night I just let my emotions get the best of me."
"You're not fine, Ali. You're trying to coop. Which is fine, I get it. But I want you to be happy, not try to hide your feelings," Hanna replied.
Alison and Hanna crossed the street and walked over to the beach. The water was beautiful. Alison could stay on this island for the rest of her life.
"Ali," Hanna said, sitting down on the sand. Alison plopped down beside of her, "hmm?"
"Last night when you told Emily you said you would never let it happen again, what were you talking about?"
Alison felt her voice tighten. She didn't mean to say that in front of everyone. She cursed her drunken self. Damn all of those fireball shots. "Nothing important," Alison replied. Hanna saw the look in Alison's eyes. It wasn't nothing.
"Are you sure?" Hanna asked. Alison looked out at the water. She didn't like lying to Hanna. Alison and Hanna had a strange relationship. In the past they weren't too close, but over time, Alison had grown to really appreciate Hanna. Alison could see why Emily loved her so much. Alison had started to love her just as much too.
"If I tell you, I don't want you to tell the others. Not yet, anyway," Alison said, her fingers playing in the sand. "Of course, Ali. What's between us is between us," Hanna replied.
Alison took a deep breath. Doing this with Emily was hard enough, but this time it was harder. Emily had seen Alison's bruise and asked about it, Alison was showing Hanna the bruise and telling her about it.
Alison lifted up her shirt and showed Hanna her side. The bruise was starting to look better, thankfully, so Hanna didn't get the full effect that Emily got, but she did see bruising.
"Ouch, Ali. That looks bad, what happened?" Hanna asked, her eyes roaming over the bruise on Alison's ribcage. How could Emily prevent a bruise from happening again? It was already in a weird enough spot. It was like someone had put it—. It hit Hanna harder than a brick wall.
"Oh my God," Hanna said, angry tears rushing to the surface. Alison put down her shirt and Hanna's face started turning pink. "I'm going to kill him," Hanna said, her voice so furious Alison thought Hanna just might really kill her fiance.
Hanna stood up and started walking and Alison followed. "Where are you going?" Alison asked. "He's not the only one I'm going to kill," Hanna growled. "Who? Who are you talking about?" Alison asked.
Hanna stopped walking and turned around to face Alison, "Emily knows that he did this to you, she told you that she loved you, wanted to be with you and she told you she would protect you, and then she does what she's doing now. If I had known this yesterday, I would have strangled her myself last night."
"Hanna, this isn't her fault," Alison said. "No, it's not. But she gave you her word, Alison. She knew about this and told you she would love you and be there for you," Hanna replied. Alison shook her head, "she's not obligated to do anything, Hanna. Maybe she changed her mind."
"Alison, if I thought for one second that Emily didn't love you and want to be with you, I would agree with you on this. But I know that girl hasn't changed her mind. I know she's in love with you. You both deserve to stop torturing each other and yourselves by dating other people you two will never love like you love each other. You two are in love with each other. That's why I'm confronting her," Hanna said.
Hanna started walking towards the rooms and this time Alison didn't stop her.
