Prompt: Ransacked
Words: 375
Characters: Santana Lopez, Emily Fields
… Because some people thought it would be a good idea to get me involved in Pretty Little Liars. Dear God. As a note, I'm only just starting season 3 now, so if it seems out of character or old… that'll be why :p
"Em, can you just stop for a minute?"
"Help me look!"
"We don't even know what we're looking for!" Santana reached an arm out to her sister, grabbing for her shoulder, frowning in an attempt to understand… but Emily just shrugged her off.
"It doesn't matter! What matters is that A has taken something from me! From us!"
"And you think that turning your entire room upside down is the way to find out what's missing?"
Em just glared at her, and Santana had to remind herself she wasn't looking in a mirror. Leather jackets and cotton tops rained around them as she pulled out her phone, waving it under her eyes.
The answer is closer than you know it. – A
"It's not something missing. Someone's been in here. Put something in here." Em sat down in a huff, lip caught between her teeth in frustration.
"What 'answer' is this?" Santana leaned closer in to the pink phone, as if she could discern the sender from a clearer reading. "And, 'closer than you know it' doesn't necessarily mean your room! Who is this A chick, anyway? Do I need to introduce her to a friendly Lima Heights hello?"
"I… No." Em slid the phone back into her pocket, leg dancing up and down as she searched mindlessly through the papers blanketing the bed. "It's complicated."
"Try me."
Tick-tock, tick-tock, Em. Time is running out.
"Come on, Em. Who is this bitch? Who's got you so scared?"
"Shush!" Emily closed her eyes, lying back on her bed, ears straining for something… "Can you hear that?"
They sat in the silence, remarkably absent of cars outside or dishes downstairs or the whispering of linen and paper flying through the air… and, of course, her little sister was right. There was a rhythmical tapping, almost like a metronome… A very slow metronome…
Em stood up, finger placed dead centre of her lips, as she edged towards her desk. She bent down on one knee, cheek pressed up against a drawer, then, without second thought, ripped it open and emerged with a heavy metal chain clasped in one hand.
"What's that?"
"I don't know…"
The light reflected off the old pocket-watch, ticking away like a bomb in her fingers.
Hi guys!
So, back to writing properly :-) I've had three days off. Three whole days. It's been marvellous! But I'm back to work tomorrow night, and it's full on. One sleepover, two active nights, an early morning a nd then... something :p Party on Saturday night though! It's a 20's themed murder mystery, and I am SO excited for it! So hopefully I'll have some awesome stories :D
Thank you to everyone for reading, reviewing, all that jazz. Shout outs to Eraman, Different Child, ficdirectory, Tara621 and PenMagic!
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