Part 1. Happy Halloween, bitches. - A

"Ugh, Emily doesn't come home for another two hours, can we please do something other than watch you do your hair for Pocahontas?"

"Shut the fuck up Cece," Alison growls as she whips around glaring at the latest nickname Cece had thought of for her girlfriend.

"Seriously. You'd probably benefit more from new clothes that Emily can take off you."

"What is it with you people and lingerie?" Alison asks annoyed. "It's sexy for like two seconds and then it's ripped off you."

Cece wiggles her eyebrows playfully. "Does innocent Emily have a thing for lingerie?"

"I don't know, maybe…probably, but it was her friend Hanna that dragged us into Victoria's Secret," Alison recounts. She also remembers the way Emily had ravished her in that dressing room, her lips grazing up her thigh and her soft tongue darting out-

"Ew you're totally fantasizing," Cece teases playfully shoving Alison and totally calling her out.

"You would too if you were sleeping with my girlfriend," Alison smirks proudly.

"I never knew you were so into girls," Cece comments lightly and the blonde shakes her head with a smile, lost in thought.

"I'm not, I'm just completely into her."

"Romantic, now get your shit together we're going to the mall."'

X

When they get to the mall, Alison glues her eyes to her cell phone, her fingers constantly flying as they type to Emily. The older blonde has to pull her arm multiple times to prevent her from running into people and inanimate objects.

"You better not be sexting," Cece smirks, looking at a particularly heavily padded bra.

"I can hold normal conversations you know. It's not like all we do is fuck. I'm not this giant sex animal!"

"Said the kinkiest girl I know," Cece purred teasingly and Alison blushed, embarrassed at how the littlest things turn her on.

"She's talking about Valentine's day, actually," Alison sighs softly, her mind wandering to thoughts of a few days where they could just relax like on Christmas day. Emily was suggesting a New York getaway weekend at a fancy hotel that Alison couldn't even pronounce.

"Oooof course she is," Cece drawls sarcastically, continuing with her browsing.

As much as Alison craves sex, craves Emily- she loves those little moments of affection that are truly reserved for just her.

She's seen Emily with her friends. The girl is loving- she cuddles with them and holds their hands and gives them long tight hugs. But when Emily grabs her hand and puts it on her chest so Ali can feel her heartbeat, when Emily kisses her and looks at her like she's the only fucking good thing in this world- Alison feels dizzy, like she's in a dream. The blonde hasn't had a place to call home for so long- and she's finally found a home in the gorgeous brunette.

"I have never seen you so mushy," Cece muses. "It's almost adorable."

"You're just jealous," Ali retorts but she smiles at her older friend.

"Well yeah, great sex and great love, what more could a girl want? Anyway I'm going to go try these on, come with me."

"Do I have to?" Alison pouts, whining.

"Yes, I curled your hair, so you have to tell me that I look good."

"You look good," Alison says mischievously grinning and Cece rolls her eyes.

"Come on."

Alison looks down at her phone and sees a snapchat from Emily.

Smiling, she snaps a quick selfie back and reminds her she loves her.

A text pops up from the brunette, telling Alison she'll be home in about half an hour. As Alison follows Cece to the dressing rooms, she replies to Emily and asks her to buy dinner home.

"Come in with me," Cece demands and Alison rolls her eyes, giving in. She can hardly pay attention to Cece constantly droning on about bullshit she doesn't care about. Rather, Alison stares at her phone, waiting for a response from the brunette.

"This doesn't fit right, I think it's too small," the older blonde complains about a bra she's trying on. Alison looks up and smirks.

"Your tits are practically falling out of that," Alison snickers and Cece glares at her.

"Can you go grab me another one?"

"Fine, what size?"

"34 C," Cece tells her and Alison raises her eyebrows at her. "What? I took enhancement pills!"

"Weirdo," Ali scoffs and walks out, leaving her cell phone on the bench in the dressing room to quickly run and grab the alternative bra.

She muses that Victoria's Secret could rival Hollister in this section she's looking in because the dim lights make it harder to read the tiny printed size on the tags.

As she's sorting through the drawer trying to find the right one, she feels a hand land on her back, and a looming presence behind her.

"I should've guessed a slut like you would spend her free time here."

The blonde feels the blood in her veins turn to ice as her body freezes and she stiffens in terror. The voice that haunts her in all her dreams is crisp and clear, right by her ear. Out of the corner of her eye she sees the man that tormented her for years with a smile of the devil on his face.

"Don't touch me," Alison grits her teeth and shifts but his strong grip pushes her forward, causing the drawer to shut.

"You used to like it when I touched you," he murmurs as his hand slips from the middle to the small of her back, taunting her.

"Seriously get off me," Alison attempts to stand her ground as she pushes him off and turns to face him. But the sight of him sends her traumatized mind reeling as memories begin to build panic inside her.

"It's nice to see you too," he says with a dark chuckle.

"I never wanted to see your fucking face ever again," Alison says in disgust as she slowly backs away though she's practically cornered by him.

"Don't be so rude, I came to repay you with favors for everything you did for me," he tells her, smiling.

(And Alison has never thought the saying "wolf in sheep's clothing" applies as much as it does now)

"Not interested," Alison snaps attempting to walk away. But he grabs her wrist, and she stops automatically, her body responding in fright the way it used to.

"I just want to talk. That's all. I'm sure Emily won't mind," he says with an eerily threatening voice. "And if she does, I'll teach her how to share. I want to talk to her, she seems lovely."

"No!" Alison quickly pales, horrified by the thought of Darren even being in close proximity of Emily.

"Okay so you either come with me to talk or I'll visit your fragile girlfriend and have a chat with her," Darren gives her a Catch 22 choice as always. "She looks just as pathetic and weak as you did."

"You don't know the first thing about her," Alison says angrily but shakes with panic.

"Emily Fields, 21, business major at U Penn, sensitive, docile, loyal. I bet she sounds really hot in bed. It's always the shy ones," he smirks and Alison feels sick to her stomach. "Try me."

And just like that, Ali feels her resolve crumble.

"Don't."

Her voice hoarsely protests, and her throat suddenly dry as she fears for her girlfriend.

"Look, we don't have to talk, and I can go make Emily's life miserable," he says nonchalantly and his grip on Alison's wrist tightens. She feels a haze of defeat settle in her mind as it always does around him. If she has a kryptonite, it's this monster who has no problem destroying her mentality.

"Fine," she relents, giving in weakly. "Don't go near Emily."

"Sure," he says lightly with a sickening smile as his hand slips down into hers and starts to lead her out of the store.

She realizes in horror that she doesn't even have her cell phone on her, and she feebly tries to pull back, too scared to say anything. But his grip tightens so hard she gasps in pain as he yanks her forward and drags her along with him.

"Don't try anything or I'll make you wish you were dead," he whispers harshly in her ear as they walk through public and Alison feels her cheeks burning red with humiliation at the way he controls her so easily, like a damn rag doll.

He drags her all the way out through the parking lot until they reach his police car in the far back.

As he lets go of her to open the door, she doesn't think twice before she tries to turn and run. But she barely takes two steps before he grabs her and slams her tiny body face down on the hood of his car with her arms behind her back, wrists in his grip.

"I said don't try anything," he snarls menacingly as he leans down by her face and she can feel his hot angry breath hit her. She tries to imagine she's somewhere else, anywhere but here. He lifts her head and slams it back down on the hood as she cries out in pain, and she feels a throbbing headache reduce her to whimpers. "Do you understand?"

She nods pathetically and he stands behind her, pressing his pelvis dominatingly against her and he leans over her as she feels her will disappearing, her mind shutting down.

"You never learned did you? You fucking answer me when I talk," he growls and she whispers yes before he slips his hand into her blonde locks and grabs her by a fistful of her hair, her little cries of pain ignored.

"Good, get in," he says gruffly as he shoves her headfirst into the back of the car and slams the door shut.

X

Emily frowns. Alison never replied to her text about what to pick up for dinner. She figures the blonde is just distracted with Cece while shopping, and reasons they can just all go out to eat when the two get back.

She drives home and calls Alison, but the blonde doesn't answer. Emily frowns and texts again asking what time they'll be home.

When she gets back to her apartment, she changes into a plain tight tee and lazy sweats and starts to clean. A pile of clothes is lying on the ground in their closet and Emily remembers that Alison works tomorrow, but has gone through all her uniforms.

She doesn't think twice before she starts to do their laundry, and she catches herself smiling because she can't get over the fact that she has a gorgeous girl who really, truly loves her- and that is just mind blowing to her.

Emily sighs with a grin on her face, imagining a future where she's doing their laundry twenty years later and is reminded by the mundane task of how they just exist perfectly together- like Emily doing laundry and Alison cooking, Emily cleaning and Alison decorating.

As she starts the washer and goes to separates the rest of the colors, she hears an urgent pounding on the door and Cece's voice.

Frowning, she wonders if Ali forgot her keys. The brunette quickly opens the door.

Cece Drake never loses composure, always keeps her cool- but right now she's about to lose her shit, and Emily can see it in her eyes despite what any other normal person might see. And Emily notes that her girlfriend isn't in sight.

"Emily…" Cece starts but doesn't know what to say, her face pale and body tense.

"Where's Alison?" Emily asks slowly in a dangerous, warning voice though her heart is pounding- something bad has happened, she's sure of it.

"I don't know where she is," Cece says in a scared, frustrated tone.

"Weren't you with her?" Emily snaps, her soft side going into hiding as her killer personality came out. If something happened to Alison she swears to God-

"I was with her-" Emily starts to lose control of her emotions as they fly off the handle and her body begins to shake.

"So how do you lose her?!" the brunette shouts, anxiety building.

"I don't know where she went!" Cece protests earnestly.

"Where the fuck is she?!" Emily shouts at Cece grabbing the older blonde by her shirt.

"Emily calm down-"

"What the fuck happened?" Emily asks in a trembling voice as she reluctantly lets go of Cece with a little shove.

And for once, Cece Drake is scared speechless.

It's a few seconds before the blonde speaks at all.

"I was with her in the dressing room, and she left to go grab me another size, and she never came back," Cece tells her honestly. "I asked around if anyone saw her and all I could get was one girl told me she walked out holding hands with some guy. And she left her cell phone in the dressing room."

"Oh my god," Emily breathes, her worst nightmare coming true in the blink of an eye. She doesn't want to imagine how Darren got her to hold his hand and walk away with him quietly.

"We have to go find her," Cece says urgently and Emily nods absently as she walks back into her bedroom and suddenly slams the bedroom door against the wall with a loud crack as she releases her building frustration.

Every little fear that has been building for the last few weeks is pounding in her head, she wishes that she had been there and could've stopped him. She keeps remembering the night Alison told her everything, the night she woke up without Emily there- she remembers the sheer terror on her face that she has never seen on another human before. And she can't shake the feeling that this might end in something exponentially more traumatizing.

"Call Spencer," Cece tells her as she cautiously approaches the bedroom area and the brunette looks at her perplexed. "She's smart, Alison told me. If that girl was doing as much digging on Wilden as she claims, she's going to know all the right places to look for him."

x

"I'm sorry, I came as fast as I could," Spencer apologizes as she follows Cece upstairs from the lobby. "How is she holding up?"

"She's doing okay. I mean, as okay as anyone can be when their girlfriend just disappeared with her psychotic ex."

Spencer winces, knowing how sensitive Emily is and prepares herself for the worst. When she walks into the apartment, she sees Emily on her laptop at the table, presumably trying to find a lead.

"Emily," she calls quietly. The brunette turns around and Spencer has never seen more pain in her eyes- it's more than when her parents broke the news of their divorce and more than when she had been with Paige.

"Oh no," Spencer says softly as she walks over and leans down to hug the brunette tightly. "It's going to be okay Emily. We're going to go get her so she can come home and we can put his ass in jail."

"What if we don't?"

"You can't think like that," Spencer tells her gently. "That's not going to do you or Ali any good."

Emily is about to speak when her unlocked door is flung open.

"Are we late?"

The three girls on the inside turn to see Hanna and Aria smiling innocently in the doorway and Emily looks questioningly at Spencer.

"We're all here for you," Aria says gently as they come in. "We want to help you. And Ali."

"Yeah I like her, a lot," Hanna adds. "And I love you."

"Thank you," Emily says hoarsely and they somberly nod.

Cece clears her throat and they look at her. "As adorable as this is, can we just go find him so I can rip his dick off?"

Hanna furrows her eyebrows. "Sorry, who are you?"

Emily sighs, horrible images of a terrified and hurt Alison going through her head. At least she has her friends to go through this with her- Ali is all alone.

x

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