So I know some of yall have been saying I don't need to bring certain characters in to make Emison closer and I understand and I agree to an extent, but at the end of the day it is my story and I am going to add whoever I see fit to keep the story going and make it a stronger piece. It is all up in the air though so it depends who I want to bring in and not bring in. Thank you to everyone who keeps reading this. Love you more than you know.
Charlotte's POV
Cold. She was getting cold. It was 9 pm and there was no sign of Alison anywhere. Ali never messed up. She knew that part of Charlotte's release was dealing with therapy sessions and doctor's visits and always keeping an eye on her. She sat on the stairs outside of the medical building tapping her foot against the concrete. One of the therapists from group sat with her. She felt bad the woman was sitting with her for over an hour now. Charlotte had no excuse either. Alison wasn't picking up and neither was Emily. She feared that this new A did something to harm them and they were trapped somewhere in the DiLaurentis house yelling and screaming to be helped. That had to be it. Something bad had to have happened because Alison was never this negligent. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't exactly up and leave this poor woman. It wouldn't look good on her part just up and running away after she waited for her ride. A few more moments went by before the woman stood up. "Why don't I just drive you home? I know it's not really allowed, but I hate to keep both of us here in the cold." The woman offered. Charlotte was hesitant. What if Ali was on her way now? What if something happened and she was just caught up in something?
She nodded and got into the car with the lady. She didn't seem threatening, and Charlotte knew that she had years of experience under her belt if she needed to outsmart this woman and get away. She opened the passenger door and slowly sat inside the car. It smelled like fresh linen. She buckled her seat belt in before realizing the woman didn't know where Charlotte lived. As if she read her mind the woman turned the car on and said "Where can I take you to?"
"I'll show you the way" Charlotte said kindly. She was grateful for the offer, and if something bad was happening to Ali, at least now she was on the way there. She knew her and Ali weren't twins but sometimes siblings had this special way of communicating with each other through thought. She tried to telepathically send Alison a sign that she would be home soon to help.
The car slowed, as it pulled into the driveway, dust rising from underneath the tires. The light was on and both cars were in the driveway. As far as she could tell right now, everything seemed normal. "Is anyone home?" The kind woman asked.
"My sister." Charlotte replied. "Thank you so much for the ride." The woman smiled in response and waited in the driveway until Charlotte was inside, to finally back out and head towards her home. She imagined a conversation between her and her husband. "
Where were you?"
"Oh one of my therapy patient's ride bailed so I had to babysit her until I said, 'screw it' and drove her home myself. So irresponsible on the caregiver."
Charlotte erased that image from her mind and focused on the more important picture. She looked and saw the dining room table askew. A dish was cracked on the floor and it looked as though the two girls were in the middle of dinner before being interrupted by something…or someone.
Charlotte frantically looked around before running into Alison's room. She could see the door was open so there was no reason for Alison to be shocked when she walked in. Charlotte had pictured walking into a lot of was a list she had thought of:
-a room filled with severed doll heads
-a room with piles of dead animal parts
-a room filled with human body parts
-a room in which Ali and Emily both were dead or injured on the ground
-a room with a blood splattered note across the windows
Those were just some of the possibilities she had imagined, so when she walked in to find a completely different scenario unfolding before her, she was absolutely shocked.
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Alison jumped up first after hearing her name be choked out of Charlotte's mouth. "Charlotte!" she yelled in response. She sounded shocked, slightly embarrassed, but what upset Charlotte most was that there was no detection of Alison sounding apologetic. Charlotte immediately walked out of the room. So this is why she didn't pick me up, she thought to herself.
She stormed into her room, feeling betrayed by her only sister. Alison and Emily hurriedly got dressed. Emily sat on the edge of Ali's bed staring at Alison who paced back and forth before speaking. "I forgot to pick her up. I can't believe I forgot to pick her up. I'm a horrible sister." Alison repeated to no one in particular. Emily had seen Ali do awful things throughout their childhood and she knew that accidentally forgetting to pick up her sister was by no means an excuse to call herself a terrible person. It was simply an accident! Charlotte had to understand they were caught up in a moment that was long overdue, and God so incredibly sexy and hot….Emily needed to control her thoughts. She still couldn't fathom what just happened between the two. The passion, the heat, the force. The moaning, the touching, the kissing.
"She'll understand Ali, it was an accident." Emily said in her innocent little voice. She felt partially responsible. After all, she was the sole reason Alison didn't pick Charlotte up. Emily could already picture herself packing her bags and being told to go live with Hanna. These arrangements just weren't going to work. She could hear Alison saying the words now.
Alison ignored Emily's comment and continued rationalizing things out loud to herself. "I have to talk to her. I need to go in there and just be honest." Not an easy task for Alison by the way. But she owed her sister complete honesty. By no means did she regret the last hour and a half. It was the best hour and a half of her whole life. It was a moment she dreamt about for years but of course as all good things come, they single-handedly come linked with bad.
Ali walked out of the room finally and knocked on Charlotte's door. "Charlotte? Can I come in?" Ali asked. There was no response. Ali asked again and when she got the same answer, she decided to slowly open the door. Except when she opened the bedroom door, she found an empty room, and a window that was left open. Just wide enough for a person to fit through. The curtains blew as the fall breeze outside was strong. "She's gone" Alison said loud enough for Emily to hear. "What?" Emily asked, needing to be told just one more time to make sure she heard Alison correctly. "She's gone Emily! She's not here!" Alison yelled, this time with fury and rage. It was a large internal fire that was building inside of Alison, and the only person responsible for it, she thought, was herself.
