Authors Note: HEY! So! You guys are amazing as always! I'm so SO glad you guys are still here with me! I know this is a long story lol! And there's still much much more to come so I'm beyond grateful that you're still reading, your comments have been so helpful, and so lovely! I know a lot of you asked for the locker room scene to have Ali rescuing emily Instead of toby, and I'm so glad you liked it! Those two are just too cute.
I'm pleased to see that a lot of you are starting to pick up little clues here and there that are going to be important later on! There are many hidden things in this story that will all make sense later, I promise! As I mentioned before, this next part of the story is very angsty! Quick disclaimer: I'm doing Ali's disappearance next, and over the next three chapters or so, some of the content might get quite dark! I hope you don't mind! It's very very important to their relationship later on to have these things happen now, though. And I promise. You don't want to miss what happens after the disappearance! (Hehe) I know some of you were excited to read the scenes where Ali goes missing, and some of you were dreading them, so what I'm going to do is post this next part, and then try and write the rest of the disappearance as quickly as possible. It's taken a lot of planning, and I am actually really nervous about posting it. I just want you guys to enjoy this story, even the parts where horrible things are happening! I will try and get the next parts posted as quickly as I can! There might be some surprises in there too! Thank you so much for still being here!
"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age. And at a certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies."
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
EMILY FIELDS
The way home from school wasn't a particularly long route, but as she walked hand in hand with Ali, Emily found herself wishing it was longer. They hadn't said much at all, really. After what had happened in the locker room, a quiet silence had fallen over them. Neither of them seemed to mind much. Emily was enjoying the peaceful serenity of just existing along side someone she cared for so dearly. It was calming, having Ali so close. She didn't have to think. When she was with her, she could just be. They hadn't said a word since Ali had helped her finish getting dressed. The blonde had simply taken her by the hand, smiled sweetly, and walked her out of the room.
She wanted more than anything to talk to Ali about her letter, but she couldn't bring herself to break the mood. It was as if finally, after so long, the Ali she knew was back. Gone was the frost, and the glare, and the sass that so often made the blonde unapproachable to her, and in its place was the Ali she so dearly loved with all her heart. The Alison that would hold her hand, and swing their arms as they fell into a peaceful stride alongside each other…the Ali that would reach out with her little finger, and link it with her own. There was no uncomfortable silence, because really, how could she feel uncomfortable around someone who had protected her so fiercely, and held her so dearly afterwards?
The best part of it all, was that Ali hadn't let go of her since they left the locker room. Some part of her, at all times, was touching Emily. Wether it be a linked arm, or a joined hand, she had held her in one way or another, all the way back to her house. Emily was eternally grateful for the contact. She thought that as long as Ali would just hold on to her, then she wouldn't remember anything about what had happened with Ben. Because with Ali, she was safe, she was whole, and above all else, she didn't need to think. She was just complete.
The two girls reached the front door of Alison's house, and Emily suddenly realised where they were. Ali had said she would walk Emily home, so the brunette was intrigued as to why they had gone to Alison's house, instead.
The blonde turned to Emily. They stood close together in front of Alison's front door, and Emily waited for her to speak.
Ali took a deep breath. "Em, listen. I know we need to talk…but I think there's something I have to do, first."
Emily was confused. She didn't have a clue what Ali was talking about. She felt the blonde break their hands apart for the first time since being at school. She immediately missed the contact. "What do you mean?" She asked quietly.
"I just…I want to talk to you…" Ali seemed to stall. "But…there are…things going on that I need to deal with first." She pushed her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. "I know I've not been fair to you." She said in a small voice. Emily said nothing, she just waited, and let Ali speak.
What's going on, Ali? Because I'm so confused. Emily thought. She was desperate to know wether Ali had finally read her letter, and she had so much more she wanted to say. She was beginning to seriously regret writing it at all. It had been full of anger, and pain, and it really wasn't the way she wanted to tell Ali that she loved her. She knew there was no use worrying now, though. She had either read it, or she hadn't. There was nothing she could do to change that.
"I just…I need to sort a few things out. In my head. I know I've not been very…nice lately. I know that, okay. And I'm sorry. I just…I have a lot on my mind." Ali said with a sigh. "I came to find you today to tell you that I'm sorry for yesterday. When you came to my door I was…I wasn't myself." She said quietly, and sadly, and Emily couldn't figure out why.
What has happened to make her act this way? She's never like this. She seems so sad, and confused. This isn't about my letter at all…this is something else.
Ali seemed to notice Emily's concerned expression, and cut her off before she could ask any questions. "I promise, I'll talk to you about it soon. I just have to figure it all out, first." She stated.
Emily nodded. She was completely confused about what was going on.
"Em, can you…wait here a sec. I have something for you. I just…will you hold on to it for me? Will you keep it safe? I just want you to have it…it's really important, Em." Ali said seriously.
Emily nodded again, and waited outside while Ali opened her door, and went inside. She was alone for the first time since she had been swimming earlier, and she felt her head clear a little as she let the cool breeze wash over her face. She took a deep breath. What a day. She thought. I'll have to tell someone about Ben. He can't get away with that. He might do it to someone else. I'll have to say something. She made up her mind. God, who do I even tell? He didn't actually do anything. What am I supposed to do? She wondered anxiously. She thought over Alison's words in the locker room and smiled slightly as her nerves were suddenly calmed. She promised she would always be here. I can get through it. I can get through anything when I have her with me. She waited for Ali to return.
The door creaked open a couple of minutes later and Ali stepped back outside. She stood opposite emily holding a small round package wrapped in light pink paper. Emily frowned as she looked it over. Ali smiled nervously. She held it in her hands as if it was precious, and would break if she gripped it too tightly. She stood in front of Emily, and with a slight tremble of her hand, she held it out to her. Emily reached out, and took the package from Alison's hands hesitantly. Emily was surprised by the weight of it, and she could feel something cold, and hard underneath the paper.
Ali nodded her head towards the paper. "Open it." She said quietly.
Emily gave Alison an inquisitive look, and did as she had been instructed. She unwrapped the paper slowly as she uncovered the object beneath.
It was an exquisitely crafted snow globe. At its center stood a girl in a pink dress, underneath an intricately carved wooden tree. Small red petals fell in the place of snow, and the girl seemed to be dancing under them as they drifted down inside the glass dome. The base was aged, and wooden. Inside the small grooves, which ran across the middle, were faded foreign words engraved in a scrawled script. Emily didn't know which language it was, but she couldn't understand it. They read: Celare Secretum. Emily smiled at the intricacy of the design.
The brunette gasped in awe. "It's beautiful." She said in wonder as she looked over the delicate object in her hands.
"It's vintage…" Ali said quietly. She was gazing intently at Emily.
This is incredible. And so thoughtful. It's so lovely…
Emily couldn't speak, she was so moved by the gesture.
"My grandma gave it to me." Ali continued. "I wanted you to have it." She added kindly.
Ali looked Emily up and down tenderly. "You're the only one that…really understands me, Em." Her voice turned melancholy, and she seemed to have trouble getting her words out.
After a long pause, she continued. "The only one that I can…completely be honest with." She said truthfully.
Emily didn't know what to say. It was an incredibly sweet gesture. She smiled at Ali as she held the snow globe in her hands as preciously as if she had been holding Alison. It was the nicest gift she had ever been given.
"I don't know what to say, it's really, really beautiful." Emily said in amazement. "I'm glad you can be honest with me, Ali. It means a lot." Emily said sincerely.
Alison's look turned serious for a second. She gave Emily a look that she couldn't quite place the meaning of. "Just...hold on to it." Ali gestured towards the snow globe. "It's a lot more important than it looks. It might not seem it…but it's…it's just special, okay. And I really want you to be the one to have it. In case…well, just in case." Ali said. There was a hint of mystery to her voice. Emily wasn't quite sure what she meant, but she could tell there was more to the snow globe than met the eye. She just didn't know what it was.
"Ali…I…thank you." She said as sincerely as she could. She could tell that for whatever reason, this meant a lot to Ali. "Of course, I will. I'll look after it." I'll guard it as preciously as I would my own life. I'll never let anything happen to it. It's sacred. And it's beautiful. Just like you. She thought.
She reached out with her hand to lightly touch Ali's arm. Ali gripped Emily's arm in return, and squeezed slightly.
The two girls gazed at each other for a long few seconds, before a conflicted look crossed Ali's face. She leaned forward suddenly, and pressed her lips to the side of Emily's cheek softly. She didn't linger there long, but it was just enough time for Emily to freeze. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt her heart flutter. Ali pulled back as suddenly as she had leaned in. When she pulled away, Emily thought she saw her crystal eyes shining slightly, as if she was about to cry.
Before Emily could speak, Ali cut her off. "I have to go, I have to sort a few things out." She said quickly, stepping back.
Emily didn't want her to leave so quickly. She still had a lot of things to say to Ali. "I'll definitely see you…tomorrow, right?" She asked tentatively. I still need to talk to her. I have so much I need to say.
"Yeah…" Ali said. "Don't miss me too much." She said with a wink, and a kittenish smirk.
It was the first time in a long time that Emily had seen that particular look, and she was surprised at how much she had missed it. She couldn't help the smile that crept over her face as Ali turned and walked towards her door.
Had Emily realised that this would be the last time she would see Alison…she would never have let her go.
ALISON DILAURENTIS – 7.30pm
I always loved a secret. I used to treasure them, like little pieces of gold dust. No matter how small they might seem…they were always valuable to me. Some secrets always seemed SO important at the time. When I first discovered something nobody wanted any one to know…it was like being given a little gift of insight. I could use that information, you see. I could use it for many, many things. Everything just seemed so important. Like...knowing who Beatrice Collins was kissing behind the bike sheds after school used to be the be all and end all of my life. Mainly so I could use it against her. And Prudence and her boob job. Who really cares? That wasn't a secret. That was nothing, a useless piece of information that was absolutely no use to anybody. Why did I ever care so much? Why did these banal little snippets of people's lives ever matter to me? Why, oh why did I think these stupid, idiotic pieces of people's existence were secrets?
The thing is…once you discover something real…something horrible, and twisted, and God, something so hurtful that it could destroy everyone and everything you held dear… then how can you keep something that big? How can you hold it, and not say anything? Some secrets are too large to be kept. Some weigh you down, with the force of a thousand tonnes bearing down on your heart. And you think…you think for once in your life you'd learn. You'd think when it was something that big that you'd just…shut up, and keep it. You'd think you'd learn what was good for you. I always loved a secret, but I was good at using them…usually against people. The day I found something real, something so substantially important that it could change everything…I quickly found I wasn't as good at keeping secrets as I was at finding them. And wow…for once in my life, I wished I wasn't good at finding them. Some secrets are meant to never be found. It's a lesson I wished I learned sooner.
Alison finished writing her diary entry. The pages, worn with the pressing of her palms from hurried writing, were still only half full. The book was a dark blue, and held all the deepest of her secrets. Some were hidden with an invisibility only she knew existed, and others were not. The pages written in the dark blue pen were littered with drawings of flowers, and glittered hearts, and all the large lettering one would expect to find inside a teenagers diary. The other pages…the ones which held the truth, looked as though they were empty, but held a hidden ocean of emotion underneath the empty lines.
If she had known that it would be the last time she would ever write something in this particular little blue book of secrets…then Alison would have perhaps found something better to say. Something to sum up her life, maybe. Perhaps a fancy drawing, or a final memoir. But it would have been a lie. It was all lies, really…and she knew that. She didn't know it would be the last time though, and so, she left the diary on her bookshelf, and walked out of her room for the very last time.
She moved to the stairs, and took a deep breath. She paused at the top of the stairway as she considered the conversation she was about to have. She didn't know what had given her the courage to do it. Maybe…it was finally getting to see for herself just how strong she really was. She hadn't realised the strength she had inside her heart until she had been forced to use it. The funny thing was, it was Emily who was the cause of that power, not herself. It was only seeing her in trouble that had finally pulled out of Alison the strength
to finally stand up for herself.
Watching Ben attack Emily had been torture for her. She knew exactly how emily felt, but she could never tell her that. She knew what it was like to feel helpless, and scared. She knew what rough hands could feel like, and the strength of a man…and how utterly powerless you could feel. She knew that sorrow all too well.
She had walked into the locker room with the intention of finally apologising to Emily about her behaviour over the last few days. She knew she had been wrong, and snappy, and downright rude when Emily had come to her door.
She didn't know if she could tell her about what she had found inside that drawer in her house, but she knew she had to try. She had spent the entire previous day at home, crying. She had read the document over and over, hoping for its contents not to be true. When Emily had appeared at her doorway, asking about the letter, she just couldn't bring herself to open up and tell her. She was too shocked, and hurt, and utterly distraught. She had pushed her away, but as the day rolled into the next, the isolation she felt having that big of a secret to bear had begun to overwhelm her. So, she went to find Emily after school. For what, she didn't know. She just knew she needed just needed to talk…to see her, to feel like she had someone there for her.
She had first heard the faint echo of desperate shouts as she rounded the corner to the changing area, and had searched for the cause. What she found, shocked her. She could see Ben looming over her, trapping her against the locker wall in a situation that was just all too familiar to her. And that was when everything changed. For once in her life, she didn't feel fear, or insignificance, under the hands of another. She felt angry, and fierce, and strong. That was when she was no longer the helpless, crying girl who cowered under her fathers stern gaze. That was when she knew she had to fight. Seeing Emily like that, made her realise for the first time that she could stand up for herself. She wouldn't let anyone hurt Emily, ever. And for the first time she felt that she could stop something awful from happening. She might not have managed to keep herself from harm, yet, but there was no way she was letting someone hurt the beautiful soul in front of her. Emily was precious, and special, and nobody was going to touch her.
And so, Ali ran straight to the gym room, and with every intention of murdering Ben, she picked up the first hockey stick she could see. She bolted back to the changing rooms, and just as she was about to witness yet another man in this life taking power from a woman, she brought the stick down on his back, hard. She didn't care about the consequences, or the force of the blow, or the fact that he had smacked his face, hard. She didn't care if he was dead, even. She just wanted him off of Emily. He had responded aggressively, of course. But Ali found that the more she held her ground, the more in control she became. Because Ben did back off. He did. It was against everything Ali had previously witnessed when it came to dangerous situations with men, but for the first time, she realised that standing up for yourself…can work.
She found that her hands didn't shake as she held the stick over her head. Her body was calm, and still. She found the usual terror she felt all the times her father had pinned her against the wall, or hit her, or slapped her, was gone. All there was...was Ben. A silly little boy. And she had a hockey stick. She had the upper hand. And she was using it. She was taking back the thing which had been taken away from her by her father so many years before…her power. She felt the adrenaline surge inside her body as she realised for the first time that she would win. She watched him storm out of the locker room and she knew she was forever changed in that moment. She wouldn't let her father bully her any more.
So, standing at the top of the hallway, Ali tried to remember that surge of adrenaline, and that feeling of power, as she slowly descended the stairs and began a conversation that would change everything, forever.
She had thought about having a calm conversation. She had even tried to plan out exactly what she would say. But it didn't work out like that. She sat at the dinner table and watched her father pour out his third glass of whiskey of the night. Her mother sat to the left of him, trying to ignore his slurring, and tried to make small talk. He answered, of course, but it was tainted with his usual underlining aggression. Her mother just smiled back at his multiple insults, and continued to maintain the illusion that this was all normal. Ali looked around the table, and realised that she'd had enough. She'd had enough of pretending everything was fine. Her mother might be able to do it, but she couldn't, any more. She clutched lightly at the heart necklace her father had given her. It hung around her neck, it's weight only adding to the pressure inside her chest, and she wished she could rip it off. She wanted it nowhere near her. No matter what I say, no matter how I say it, this won't be a calm conversation. Ali thought sadly.
Ali's mother seemed to finally notice something was wrong with her daughter. Ali was surprised because usually, no matter how upset she looked, no matter how many bruises were covering her body, her mother acted oblivious. Ali found it ironic that she picked the wrong night to finally ask Alison if she was okay.
"Alison, you're not eating. What's wrong?" Her mother asked. "Are you okay?" She added, setting her fork down to stare at her daughter. Ali knew she wasn't asking out of kindness. Her mother just didn't want her to waste a perfectly good dinner.
"No, actually. I'm not." Ali answered coldly. Here we go.
"What do you mean you're not?" Her mother asked in an irritated tone. She acted as though Ali was about to come out with something entirely inconvenient to the nice dinner she was so desperately trying to have.
That was when Ali blurted it out. She knew it wasn't tactful, and she knew it wasn't going to end well, but she just couldn't keep it in any more.
"I know that Jason isn't your son, dad." She said as evenly as she could. She tried not to let her voice shake as she said the words.
A steely silence filled the room as both her parents stared at her. Her mother set her knife and fork down on the table slowly. Her father held his glass in his hand, and glared. Ali wouldn't look him in the eye.
After a long pause, her mother laughed with absolutely no sincerity. "Alison, don't be ridiculous…where did y—"
"Shut up." Her dad interrupted in a gruff voice. Her mother did as she was told.
Ali swallowed nervously. For the first time since she had said the words, she was beginning to think she should have kept her mouth shut.
"What are you talking about?" Her father ordered. Ali said nothing, she was suddenly very unsure how to continue.
"ANSWER ME!" He shouted, and banged on the table with his fist, sending the delicate glasses next to his plate toppling over. Ali jumped slightly as she felt the whole table rattle.
"I said…I know Jason isn't your son. I know. Okay." She turned to look her dad in the eye. "I know you've been lying to him. You've been lying to both of us." She glanced at her mother, who said nothing, and looked down at her plate. "Both of you." Ali added. Her mother still didn't look up.
Her mother sighed. She looked at her daughters determined expression, and knew she was defeated. Her secret had been discovered. "I knew this would come out, eventually. I told you, Ken." Jessica Dilaurentis said quietly.
"I said SHUT UP!" Kenneth barked. Her mother did as she was told, but Ali wasn't going to be contained so easily.
"No. Dad. Let her speak. I want to hear this. I want to hear why you've been lying to us, all these years. Who is Jason's real father? If it's not you, then who is it?" She said bravely.
"Where is this coming from?" Her father suddenly looked menacingly curious. "Why are you asking about this? How do you know about this, Alison?" He demanded. He knocked the glass of whiskey down his throat, and picked up the bottle, pouring himself another glass as he waited for her answer.
This was the part that Ali was dreading. She knew she would have to tell him she had found the file, and she knew exactly what his reaction would be.
Ali tried to get out of it by lying. "It doesn't matter how I know. I just do." She was beginning to get annoyed. Fuck! Why is this house so fucking screwed up! They've been lying to us for years about this, and we deserve to be told the truth! She thought angrily. Jason isn't even here! He's not even here to ask these questions himself. Does he know? Have they even fucking told him? The whole time he thinks this monster is his father. That's why he's always out of the house, doing drugs. This house isn't a home, it's a prison.
Ali's anger spilled out into her voice, and she couldn't contain it any more. "Have you even told him? Does he even know? How could you keep this from us! How could you lie, and LIE every single day of our lives and not tell us?"
Her father stood up, suddenly, knocking his chair back. "Who the FUCK do you think you're talking to?" He shouted.
Ali stood up just as quickly out of her own chair. She rested bother her hands on the table and stared him straight in the eye. "I'm talking…to a bully. I'm talking to a coward. You can intimidate me all you like, but it won't hide the truth. I've seen the truth, dad. I've seen what both of you have tried to hide. I know, okay. I KNOW. I saw it, written down, in HUGE bold letters! I know that Jason isn't your son." She said forcefully. It was a bravery she had never shown before within the walls of her house.
Ali found that once she started, she just couldn't stop. She turned to look at her mother, who was still looking down at the table. "I know…I know that he's Spencer's brother, too." She continued. "You had an affair with her dad, right? Jason is Mr Hastings' son?"
Ali watched her mother nod in agreement, ever so slightly. It was one thing reading it all in the file, but it was another to see her mother admit it. Ali fought back tears as she realised it was all true. A small part of her was hoping that they'd both deny it…that they'd both have a reason for that kind of file being in the drawer. She hadn't understood a lot of it, it was mainly to do with money. Some kind of confidentiality agreement, signed by the two families. Ali had always known that there was some tension between her household and the house next door, but she had never known what it was until she had discovered the secret, hidden away where her parents hoped nobody would ever discover it. She didn't blame her mother for cheating on her father, she could completely see why she would. It was the lying that had done it. It was the secrecy, and the hurt of never being told the truth about her own family. She shared a brother with Spencer…one of her closest friends. And Jason, did he even know? She doubted that he did.
Her fathers face had turned an angry red. He looked absolutely furious. Ali still held her ground, though. She refused to be intimidated.
"When you say…you saw it written down…what EXACTLY did you mean?" Her father said with quiet fury. He set his glass down on the table, and Ali knew that he knew exactly where she had found out the information.
Kenneth glared at her, and Ali was suddenly unsure if she could speak the truth. She wanted to be strong, and every part of her tried to remember how she had stood up to Ben in the locker room. The thing was…without Emily, without anyone there to help her, it was a lot harder than it looked.
"I…I read the file." She admitted meekly.
"You did what?" Her father seethed. Ali stepped back from the table nervously. She saw her mothers eyes close. That's it, don't look. Just pretend it isn't going to happen, like you always do. Fuck. This was a bad idea. This was a really, really bad idea. He's furious.
Kenneth stalked around the side of the table, getting closer and closer to Ali with every step. She kept her eyes trained on him, and tried to keep her head up. She shook a little as he loomed over her, but she maintained her defiant stance as strongly as she could.
He grabbed hold of her arms in his rough hands, and she tried not to flinch as he tightened his fingers in a vice like grip across the top of her arms. "Alison. I'm going to ask you this once. And once only. Did you…or did you NOT...go snooping through my fucking desk?" He breathed through clenched teeth. Ali could smell the whiskey on his breath, and she saw his eyes cloud over in a furious rage. She swallowed nervously.
"You better answer me, right now. Or I swear, you won't have any fucking teeth left to smile at me with in the morning." He growled.
Ali tried to answer, but she found that she couldn't speak. "I…I…" She stammered. She was disappointed with herself for not being able to stand her ground. She was disappointed that he terrified her so much that she just couldn't do it. She couldn't be the strong person she had tried so hard to be.
Suddenly, she envied Jason. He shared no DNA with this monster in front of her. He would never again have to refer to him as his father. She would. She would have to carry a part of him with her for her entire life. He was responsible for every nasty part of her personality. His control, and his dominance, had spilled over into her personality over the years, tainting her, making her cold, and brutal, and harsh. He was everything she hated, and everything she hated about herself.
She willed herself to talk, and it took every ounce of energy she had left.
"I hate you." She whispered calmly.
That was all it took for her father to lose control for the final time. He shoved her backwards so hard that her body broke the chair as she tumbled over it, landing hard on the floor. She shouted out in pain as the pieces splintered under her body, scratching and biting into her skin. The room spun for a moment as she tried to regain her focus.
Before she could attempt to stand up, she felt strong arms grip the back of her yellow shirt, hauling her roughly to her feet.
"GET UP!" She heard her father shout. She felt his hands grip her arm and violently spin her back to face him.
She looked over to her mother, who sat with her eyes closed on the chair, pretending she wasn't watching what was unfolding right in front of her. Ali thought she might hate her mother more than she did her father, in that moment.
"You stupid, selfish bitch." Kenneth growled. He shook her hard as he spoke, and Ali felt her shirt tear under the pressure of his fingers. She willed herself not to cry, but the pain, and the fright, took over. She just couldn't stop herself. She was terrified.
"YOU HATE ME?" He screamed. "Well I fucking hate YOU! You know what you are? You useless little bitch! You're a mistake! You're a stupid, insignificant little mistake. You are the ONLY reason I am still in this house." He snarled. Ali cried out as he shook her again.
His hands went to the back of her head and he gripped her by the hair, hard. Ali screamed with the pain, and her eyes were so full of tears that she could barely see. "You think I didn't want to leave? You think that after I found out what that whore did with that stuck up fuck next door, that I didn't want to GO?" He yelled, glancing over at Alison's mother as he spoke. Jessica Dilaurentis glanced up at the words, but turned her face back down to her lap under his glare.
He turned back to Ali and yanked her head back, looming over her as he shouted through gritted teeth. "You're what trapped me in this house. YOU. You are the ONLY reason I stayed. You, and that bitch sitting over there. You trapped me here! You being born, was the biggest mistake of my entire life." He spat, swaying on his feet and pulling Ali with him as his hands gripped her tighter.
Ali's eyes poured with tears and her body trembled as she took in his words. "I wish you'd never been born. You know what it's like, to nearly get away? Jason was a FUCKING MIRACLE. The fact that he wasn't mine, was the best thing that ever happened to me. I NEARLY GOT AWAY! By the time I found out about him, it was already too late. Because of YOU. YOU FUCKING CAME ALONG, AND YOU RUINED MY LIFE. And I had to stay." He growled. "You know what it would have done to my reputation…to my business in this town, if people knew I'd abandoned my own child. You fucking forced me to stay in this house. YOU RUINED MY LIFE you stupid little BITCH!" He roared.
That was the moment that he finally snapped. Ali knew he would, eventually, and so did her mother... but knowing it, did nothing to stop it from finally happening. It was as inevitable as the sun rising each morning. One day, he would snap, and it had always just been a case of when.
Alison had only one second to register what was going to happen. She looked at the rage behind her fathers eyes, and closed her own in defeat. Goodbye, Em.
He picked up the glass on top of the table, he raised his hand in a fitful rage, and he smacked Ali so hard in the back of the head with it that the glass shattered as it impacted her skull. She didn't even have time to register the pain before she fell, lifeless, to the ground.
Authors Note: well, I think we could all see that coming, right? I know it's hard to take, but Ali being buried alive by her mother in the show is just as equally horrible so in order to replace the A storyline I HAD to have Kenneth be this way. It just seemed to be the nearest thing that would make sense to Alison's character. I also think Ken on the show is a sketchy dude anyway! Did anyone see him in the last episode 6x04 with the glass of whiskey in his hand? I was like, ha! It fit quite ironically well with this fic version of him! By the way...did any one think there might be something more to that snow globe? Hmm...Like I said, I will try to post the disappearance quite quickly. I've finished part 2 nearly, and there is a lot of stuff to come. And I mean a LOT. The 5x05 scene is still planned, as is the morning after scene which the show took away from us! Still waiting for them to talk about it Marlene! Any day soon would be good! Lol! But anyway…emily is going to go through quite the process next, and she might not be as alone with it all as she thinks! Hmmm! Anyway, I'm DYING to know what you guys thought and what you would like to see, or think, will happen next. You do help me write the story. I sometimes change things just based on what you say so please let me know! I'm terrified y'all are going to hate this, especially the dark parts of the story! Thanks to Shannon on Twitter for your advice too, you rock! Thank you endlessly to everyone who takes the time to leave a review. It means more to me than I can ever explain that you would care enough to do so! I love you all! My Twitter is hauntedtwilight