A/N: Hello everyone! I had a rather excellent day today - I got to miss most all of school to go caroling with my choir around my town, and it was quite fun! Got to hang out with all of my choir nerd friends and drink a smoothie (because surprise surprise, it's 70 degrees F in Texas in Decemeber) c: We got to sing for the elderly and they were all singing along c: Yay! Anyway, had a good day, so I am going to spread my joy to you in the form of another update! Woohoo!

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"Mom… please don't freak out… I can explain," Emily started as she heard the front door close.

"You can explain?" Pam Fields snapped angrily. "You cannot justify this, Emily Fields. That girl has corrupted you and dirtied your mind. You will not see her again."

Emily's eyes widened, and then rage overcame her. "She didn't do anything to me! I like girls, mom! That's who I am! It's not something that Alison spread to me like a disease!"

"I raised you right, Emily! You could never be that sort of abomination," Pam spat. "I know who you are, and that is not who you are!"

"You are a coward, mom!" Emily exclaimed. "You are a coward who isn't strong enough to even admit that for a second, I'm not the perfect little girl that you always forced yourself to see me as!"

Her mother was clearly very angry by now. "Emily Fields don't you dare talk to me like that! You have been corrupted in more ways than one by that little bitch! I refuse to let her corrupt you even more!"

"No matter what you do, mom, I will still be gay and will still like girls!" Emily yelled, tears falling from her eyes by now. "And I will still be in love with Alison!"

It was the first time that she'd said it aloud, and it wasn't even to Alison. Her mom's eyes widened by a tenfold, and she opened her mouth to say some other horrible thing. Emily, though, bolted past her mother and out of her room. She silently thanked herself for pushing herself in the pool lately, because she managed to get outside, on her bike, and down the road before her mom could catch up.

Emily wasn't exactly sure why her mom didn't chase her in the car. All she knew was that she was biking to Alison's house as fast as she could, her heart racing. It could have been hours, or mere seconds, that it took Emily to get to her destination. She wasn't sure.

She didn't even knock on the DiLaurentis door—she just barged into the house. Alison, who was sitting nervously on her couch, immediately jumped up. "Emily…" her voice trailed off as her mother rushed into the house.

"Emily, are you okay?" Jessica demanded.

Alison gave Emily a look that told her that she had told her mother everything. Emily just looked between the two and then broke down in tears. Alison immediately approaching her and grabbed her in a soft hug. "It'll be okay, Em," Alison whispered, though her voice was shaking.

"N-no. She think that y-you d-did it," Emily sobbed.

Alison's heart was racing, and she had never felt more terrified in her entire life. She carefully led Emily to the couch, sitting them both down. Emily immediately just curled into the blonde, still crying. "Should I make tea?" Jessica asked softly. She got a shake of Alison's head in response, and she just nodded. Yes, it had been quite strange to have her daughter rush into the house in a fret, and then to hear that she had been in a relationship with her best friend for months. Jessica hadn't been too surprised, of course, considering how close the two girls always were. Still, the shock of the entire situation at the moment had been quite overwhelming.

"Ali…" Emily wanted to say something, anything, as her tears died down, but she couldn't get any other words out.

"You don't need to say anything, Em," Alison cooed, stroking the brunette's hair. "Everything is going to be okay."

Emily shook her head, because no, it wasn't going to be okay.

It wasn't more than twenty minutes later that the front door of the DiLaurentis house busted open. Pam Fields stood there fuming, her eyes on her daughter wrapped in Alison's arms. Emily's eyes widened at seeing her mom, and she jumped up off of the couch. Alison stood as well, clinging to her best friend.

"Emily Fields, you get out of this house right this second," Pam growled.

"Pam, are you sure you want to do this?" Jessica DiLaurentis stepped in, holding her hands up as if asking Pam not to attack her or some shit like that.

"I'm taking my daughter away from this screwed up family! Your daughter is sick, Jessica!" Pam snapped. Jessica's eyebrows shot up, and Alison's eyes widened. Emily clung to the blonde even more.

"Do not talk about my daughter that way you bigoted bastard!" Jessica snapped. Pam didn't say anything in response as she stepped around Jessica and grabbed her daughter's wrist.

"Ali!" Emily squealed as her mom pulled her away from the blonde. It occurred to her suddenly that she hadn't said what she had meant to say the minute she'd bust into the house.

"Emily!" Alison shouted as she pushed past her mom and followed Pam and Emily out the front door. "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. When Pam Fields had caught her and Emily together, and had so unceremoniously sent Alison home, she had no idea what was going to happen, and when Emily came on her bike… Alison now found herself terrified. All she could think about was losing the one constant in her life—the one person she'd known would always be there for her. The feelings she had developed for her best friend earlier that school year had increased by a tenfold and now they were making her heart hurt even worse in this moment.

"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.

Emily leaned her head back against the outer brick wall of the natatorium. She had been crouched here in Alison's quiet spot behind the building since fifth period, and only just now, as she heard people beginning to exit the school, was she getting ready to get up and head to swim practice. She was exhausted of tears at this point, but she wanted to keep on crying.

She wanted to call her friends in Texas, or Spencer, and tell them what had happened, but she didn't know if she would be able to stand them knowing that they had been right.

Emily pushed away everything for swim practice, when she instead practiced and practiced for the meet the following day.

That same following day, Emily kept to herself. She barely spoke to her mother in the morning, made it clear to Aria and Hanna that she wasn't in the mood for talking, and shrugged off everything that Spencer said to her. She barely even spoke unless she was spoken to during her swim meet. She was even more upset about Paige anchoring, considering that if their anchor had been faster, they would have actually won the meet. Coach Fulton announced that the timed swim to decide anchor would take place the following day.

To keep her mind off of everything, Emily stayed after school at the natatorium until at least eight in the evening, pushing herself to her limits in order to prepare for the swim off on Wednesday.

Alison's Tuesday was not near as lonely, but it was just as miserable. She spent the school day barely standing her posse of followers. Amanda's birthday bash was coming up in a few weeks, and it was all the girls would talk about. Alison found herself zoning out for most of their conversations, coming back up to surface every time they looked to her.

English was the worst, when Alison found herself staring at the back of Emily's head throughout the whole class period, without even intending to. The only thing that held her together was knowing that her entire reputation depended on how she carried herself, and so she held her head higher than ever. If anyone had doubted her reign the previous week, any such thought had been wiped from their mind by Wednesday.

For Emily, Wednesday, went much like Tuesday had. Spencer had given up on breaking through Emily's defenses, and they hardly spoke. Emily only broke out of her shell for the swim off that afternoon, when she blew Paige completely out of the water by beating her highest time by three, almost four, seconds.

Thursday was the most agonizing day, for both of them. Emily spent it dodging her new friends, ignoring texts from her Texas friends, and staring longingly at Alison's contact in her phone. She couldn't get her mind off of the beautiful blonde, and all she wanted was to kiss her and pin her against a wall… but she couldn't.

Thursday for Alison was spent realizing the gravity of her loss. A new sense of purposefulness had arisen inside Alison's soul when she had kissed Emily the previous week, and had grown over that weekend. On Monday, it had been shattered, but she hadn't realized that until Thursday. She felt, once again, as though her sole purpose was to walk above the peasants that walked the halls of Rosewood High. But she could so clearly remember feeling more purposeful this time around, and so every step she took with her head held high stung.

She recalled almost making the decision to come to school without her heels, without her expensive handbags… without looking like a supermodel. It had felt so possible when she had had a renewed sense of hope about her and Emily. Now, though, it was all gone. It seemed hardly plausible that she could ever be anything else than this persona of herself. And so she walked the halls with pain, sure that nothing could ever fix her.

Friday was Emily's breaking point. She made it through her first two class periods, but as soon as she saw Alison in third period, she asked to be excused and ran from the building. Not wanting to leave entirely, she found herself curling up behind the natatorium, crying into her knees and wishing that she could stop feeling all of this pain.

Over the three years that she had been away from Alison, Emily had always at least had the one glimmer of hope that suggested that she may one day see Alison again. Then, upon coming back, she had dreaded meeting the girl she had once loved. In a week, she had nearly started falling for her all over again… no, she had started to fall for her again. And now, she was torn away again, this time by herself trying to do the right thing… the pain she was feeling in this moment told her that it had maybe not been the right thing after all.

She let herself cry and feel sorry for herself for at least ten minutes. Then, by no coincidence, she heard quiet footsteps entering the little area behind the natatorium. Emily lifted her head, revealing her tear stained face to a miserable looking blonde.

I know it feels like I just condensed all of the angst into one chapter in order to keep it less... but no, there is much angst to come... Of course :P

This flashback was one of my favorites, though, because I had to keep looking back at the expanding flashback (speaking of which, the original flashback has ended at this point, which is why it hasn't been repeated recently. It would have gotten stupid had I continued it). But I loved that I managed to connect this flashback directly into the other :)

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I'm super tired, but I actually need to do some homework, so that's what I'll be doing while you all are reading this :P Have a great night/day my loves! And btw, thanks so much for the response on the last chapter. I know that it was full of crazy emotions, but you all managed to be just as lovely as always! Love you guys! Please review!