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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. Something, anything… she couldn't stand to watch her Emily be torn away from her.

"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. Jessica herself had no problem with anything going on, as long as her daughter was healthy and safe.

"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 stared hard at it for a moment, noting that Emily's uncle visiting—who lived somewhere near where Wayne Fields was stationed—was driving.

"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. If it hurt to watch Alison go through this, she imagined it must be a lot worse for the younger blonde.

"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. She couldn't lose Emily.

"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. If there was, she would go through with it in a heartbeat.

"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. She had too many things that she still needed to say to her.

"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.

Alison squeezed her eyes shut after Emily left the area. She was trying desperately to control her breathing, and to hold back the tears that would inevitably come. Even if she only held them back for a few extra minutes. She had so many things she felt like she needed to say to Emily, but she couldn't bring herself to think of them, let alone say them aloud.

Couldn't she have just forced words out of her mouth? It was killing her, all of it. Emily being back, but them hardly talking. In those few moments she got to talk to Emily… she had felt more real and alive than she had since… since Emily had left three years ago.

Huffing, she stood up from where she'd been curled up and stormed from her corner. Tears began to leak from her eyes, but she didn't care at this point. She stomped around to the front of the natatorium, but stopped herself from actually walking toward her car. Instead, she let her eyes' gaze fall on a frustrated Emily walking toward a second car in the lot.

It took Alison a second to realize that a woman—Emily's mom—was stuffing Emily's bike into the back of the car. She swallowed thickly as she began to over hear their conversation.

"What on Earth were you thinking Emily?" Pam demanded. "You don't even have your phone!"

"And whose fault is that?" Emily snapped back.

"What is going on with you lately?" Pam questioned. "You're being defiant, you're being hateful… I don't get it!"

"Maybe that's the problem then! You don't get it," Emily growled. "Look mom, I don't want to do this right now. Just take me home, ground me for life, and let me brood silently in my room."

"Wait a second…" Pam was looking directly at Alison's car, causing her to shrink back a bit behind the building, for fear that Pam would see her. "Is someone else here? Did you come here to meet someone?"

"No, mom," Emily snapped. "I didn't even see that car when I got here, I was too pissed to notice anything."

"Don't lie to me young lady," Pam snapped right back. "Did you come here to meet some girl? You know what, I'm taking you to Pastor Ted on Saturday. You need to talk to someone about your problems."

"My problems?" Emily exclaimed.

"Get in the car Emily!" Pam snapped. Surprising Alison, Emily did was she was told, and then Pam got into the driver's side and whatever else they said was lost to Alison as they drove away.

Now, it was Alison's turn to get in her car and go face her own mother.

Said mother was waiting patiently for Alison, and when the blonde walked inside, her mother looked more relieved than angry. "Alison, what were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't handle a dinner with Jason… or with anyone, really. And I'm sorry that I ran out earlier, too," Alison apologized slowly. "I'm just… I'm not okay."

"Is this about Emily, or no?" Jessica DiLaurentis questioned, her voice coming out in a slightly cautious way. She was clearly worried about upsetting Alison again.

"Yes, it is," Alison let herself admit to her mother, "but… it's more than just Emily. Her being back messed me up completely. I don't know who I am anymore, mom…"

Jessica nodded slowly. "I know who you are."

Alison felt her eyebrows raising slightly as an expression of desperation took over her face.

"You are my daughter, Alison Lauren DiLaurentis. You're unique, beautiful, strong. You can get through whatever life throws at you. I know that for a fact, because I've seen you do it," Jessica insisted, stepping closer to her daughter and giving her a gentle smile.

Alison found herself shaking her head, despite her mother's words. She couldn't bring herself to feel any strength within herself. All she felt was weakness and fear and stress. "I don't know about that."

"I do," Jessica insisted, giving her daughter an encouraging smile. "I know we're not as close as we were years ago, sweetie, but I am here for you, okay?"

Alison's head bobbed in a small nod without her permission, and she found herself grabbing her mom in a tight hug and burying her face into her neck. Willing herself not to cry, Alison clung to her mom. She wanted to feel normal again. She didn't want to feel like this anymore.

After a minute or so, Alison forced herself to pull away from her mother. "I'm going to go upstairs. I'm sorry about dinner."

"Don't worry about it," Jessica DiLaurentis insisted, nodding as if it further assure Alison that it was fine. "Go lay down, okay?"

Nodding, Alison obeyed and went upstairs to her room, where she collapsed onto her bed and snuggled into her blankets and her—or well, Emily's—sweatshirt. It felt weird to think that it was actually Emily's. Emily, her former best friend and maybe even more… Emily, the girl she couldn't stop thinking about. She had tried so hard when Emily got back to not let it affect her, but she had finally given in to the fact that Emily couldn't not affect her. Three years later, and Alison still felt like Emily had some sort of hold over her.

Emily, unlike Alison, found herself fuming by the time she got home. Her mother was enraged, and therefore, Emily was pretty pissed off as well. While Pam kept mumbling about making an appointment for Emily with the pastor, Emily found herself simply furrowing her eyebrows and concentrating on hating her mother rather than thinking about Alison.

When they got home, though, and Emily managed to escape upstairs, Alison took over her entire mind. Emily couldn't help as she laid sprawled helplessly over her bed, her thoughts focusing on a certain blonde who was probably still wearing her sweatshirt right now.

Or maybe not. Maybe Alison had thought that wearing Emily's sweatshirt was far too strange, and she had taken it off. Maybe she had slipped back into heels and a blouse and gone to the mall. That's what people like her did every day, right?

Emily mentally scolded herself for thinking so bitterly of Alison right now. Clearly, the blonde was struggling with things just as Emily was. Maybe they were slightly different than what Emily was struggling with, but that didn't meant that it was any less hard.

Sighing, Emily let herself admit that she was just waiting for Alison to bring something up about them in the past… Not just anything, though, she wanted Alison to say something about their feelings for one another that had undoubtedly been there. Emily could remember their relationship quite clearly, and though it was never defined and they never really spoke about it, it could never have simply manifested between two normal friends. That much Emily was sure of.

Alison had to bring it up, though. Emily was afraid that if she did it, Alison would just spew something out about how they had only been children then and hadn't known who they really were. And Emily didn't think she would survive if she had to hear that.

"Can I ask you something?" Emily looked at Spencer hopefully as fourth period began.

Spencer shrugged. "Yeah, sure. But, if it's about… you know who, then—"

"No," Emily promised, shaking her head. Though she had told Spencer about her and Alison's history, Emily didn't want to make a habit of talking about what was going on. She didn't want somebody to over hear and spread rumors or anything like that. "I was wondering what ever happened between you and Aria and Hanna?"

Spencer blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you told me that you all used to be sort of friends," Emily answered, shrugging casually. "It's no big deal, I'm just curious."

Spencer gave a small shrug. "You, uh, probably don't want to know."

Now, though, Emily knew that she really did actually want to know. Moreover, she wanted to know why Spencer thought she wouldn't want to know. "Come on, Spencer. I've told you my deep, dark secrets." Though her tone of voice was playful, Emily was dead serious.

"Well, it has to do with you know who, so if you really want to hear, I'll tell you," Spencer admitted, shrugging. Now, Emily found herself incredibly confused. Alison? When had Alison ever even spoken to Spencer? Emily had been surprised when she found out that Alison even knew that Spencer existed, and now she was somehow related to Spencer's friendships?

"I wanna know," Emily insisted, concern lacing each word like poison on a knife.

"Okay, well… picture this. All of us in sophomore year, really good friends, and this random girl with big hopes and dreams pretty much appears out of no where," Spencer started in a faraway voice. It took a moment for it to dawn on Emily though—that random girl was Alison. "She doesn't have any friends, so we sort of adopt her into our friend group."

Emily found herself completely baffled at the fact that Spencer, Aria and Hanna were once all friends with Alison. She almost started to ask a billion different questions at once, but Spencer was talking again.

"Before you freak out, we literally only talked to her for like three days before she practically shoved us away," Spencer explained, shaking her head slightly. "I don't know… I could tell that she was going through something weird, but then, next thing I knew, she was walking through that school like she owned the place."

"Okay… so what does this have to do with you and Aria and Hanna?" Emily asked, not really anxious to talk about Alison at the moment.

Spencer nodded. "Well, a couple weeks after we all stopped talking to Alison because she had started basically running the school, someone made up a rumor that Alison was like… into girls."

Now, Emily's eyes widened. Was that what Paige was referencing in the natatorium two days prior? And how random had that rumor been? Had somebody known about Emily and Alison?

"Yeah, well… Alison was convinced that one of the three of us had made it up. I'm not sure why she would think that, but she confronted all three of us one day at school and basically denied the whole thing and then she…" Spencer bit her lip nervously, and Emily just gave her an expectant look. "She basically told us that if we ever made up a rumor about her again, she would destroy whatever social lives we had."

Emily tried to suppress a sigh. Half of her mind was raging at Alison, but the other half was defending her. It was almost painful inside of her brain. "Okay, but why does that affect you and Aria and—"

Spencer huffed. "I don't know. We just… we were terrified and nobody wanted to talk to us because they were afraid of Alison getting mad at them and we just drifted apart. Well… I guess I did more than them. I just buried myself into schoolwork and… yeah. That's it."

"So why do you seem like you don't like them at all?" Emily wondered.

"You ask a lot of questions," Spencer stated. Emily just nodded and then looked expectantly at the other brunette. Spencer let out a light sigh. "It's a story for another time."

Emily just nodded, and as she did, the bell rang out over the intercom and their government teacher began to lecture about political parties or something. Emily wasn't exactly sure, because she found herself zoning out and thinking specifically about Alison. Parts of Emily naturally judged her, and others scolded her for doing so. Alison was a person. She was allowed to make mistakes.

"Miss Fields!" came the teacher's voice suddenly. Emily jumped in her seat as her eyes flicked over to the teacher.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"I'm not sure how you did things in Texas Emily, but here, we pay attention during lectures." Emily just nodded in response and let out a silent sigh as the teacher turned back around. Alison was taking over her mind, and Emily was not sure how she felt about it.

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