ALL RIGHTS GO TO MARLENE KING
Silence makes you sick - Resurrection Graves
(This is the longest chapter I've written, 3000+ words, enjoy!)
Chapter 9: Not all Surprises are Good
Emily's POV:
We got in the car and Ali started the engine.
"So, what's the surprise?" I'm really excited, this is the first birthday I've celebrated since Ali's been back.
Ali sat silently for a couple of seconds with a grin plastered on her face. The back car doors suddenly flung open and my three best friends jumped in.
"Did you tell her yet?" Hanna asks.
"I was just about to when you three jumped in." Ali says, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, we couldn't wait any longer!" Spencer yells out happily.
"Emily," I turn my attention back to the blonde, "Here's your present." Ali hands me an envelope with a neat red ribbon tightly rapped around it.
I slowly untie the ribbon and open the envelope up. I let out a shrike of joy.
"OH MY GOD ALISON!" I grab her face tightly and kiss her passionately.
"Isn't that what you said a few minutes ago." Hanna teases and Spencer and Aria laugh.
"Are you excited?" Ali asks.
"Of course I'm excited, we're finally going to Paris!" I yell out and kiss her perfect lips again.
"And incase you didn't notice, we're coming with you!" Aria yells out excitedly. This is going to be the best birthday ever, me and my best friends.
"How long are we going away for?" I ask, smiling coyly.
"How about forever?" She answers, smiling adorably at me.
"Actually for five days, we can't miss too much school." Spencer interrupts and I let out a small laugh.
"When are we leaving?"
"Right now, we already packed your stuff." Ali answers, motioning to the suitcases in the back.
I'm really going to Paris. Wow.
"I can't believe this, this is amazing! I love you so so much." I kiss her tightly but immediately let go when I realize what I'd just said.
Ali stares at me with wide eyes but leans in to give me a quick peck.
The girls were all silent, they must have realized that I just made this trip completely awkward.
"Let's go." Ali says nervously and drives towards the airport.
Alison's POV:
We arrive at the crowded airport and it's really strange. Every time I've had to go on a plane when I've been hiding I've had to be disguised as Vivian Darkbloom, but now I'm Alison DiLaurentis.
I think Emily notices my discomfort because she reaches over and grabs my hand, tracing small circles with her thumb. I'm so lucky to have her.
I still can't believe she actually said that she loves me, I love her to but if I tell her, then it makes it so much more real, and I'm still afraid I might mess her up, cause her pain and misery all over again. Why? Because it's in my nature.
"Boarding for flight 205 is starting now." The flight attendant announced over the speakers.
"That's our plane." I led the girls to the gate. I saw a bunch of people whispering and glancing over at me and my friends. I guess it will always be like this, I'm the dead girl that's no longer dead.
We boarded the plane and I sat down next to Emily and Hanna while Aria and Spencer were in front of us.
I notice Emily fidgeting a little during take off, her foot was quickly tapping down on the floor while her fingers were sloppily drumming against the armrest.
"Afraid of flying?" I wouldn't have thought that with everything Emily's been through, that a few hours of flying would freak her out. I place my hand over hers and give her a reassuring squeeze.
"A little, I don't like the idea of my life being in the hands of a total stranger." Emily closed her eyes and let in a deep breath.
"Well that stranger is a trained professional, and you don't have to worry, I'm here." I hope that will reassure her a little.
"I know." She whispers before leaning down on my shoulder to fall asleep.
Emily's POV:
I woke up to the screeching sound of wheals attaching to the ground. I open my eyes to see a sleeping Ali leaning on a sleeping Hanna's shoulder, their blonde hair practically tangled together. I smile at them.
When I reach over to move a strand of gold locks from Ali's face she flutters her eyes open.
"Where are we?" She asks, rubbing her eyes. She's most likely in some disoriented state.
"Well this is your surprise." I smile at her. She's so cute.
Ali lets out a loud gasp and then starts smiling like a little kid on christmas.
"We're here? Already?" She stretches her neck to get a better view out of the window.
"Yup, we slept the entire flight." I answer, grinning at her.
"Then I have a lot of making up to do." Ali leans over and gives me a long sweet kiss.
Alison's POV:
After we checked in at the hotel I handed everyone their keys.
"Okay, Em and I will share a room and then you three can share one."
The girls all nodded and walked into their room, leaving me with Emily.
"We finally made it." I say, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist.
"You and me in sweet Parie." Emily says kissing my neck tenderly.
Emily scooped me up and carried me bridal style into our room, it was beautiful. We had a mesmerizing view of the Eiffel Tower from our balcony, the queen size bed was filled with big fluffy white pillows and the delicious smell of flowers from outside filled the room.
"Wow, look at the view!" Emily shouted out and opened up the balcony doors, letting her hair flow easily in the breeze.
"Yeah, we got lucky." I wrap my arms around her from behind, placing my chin on her shoulder. I wish we could just stay here forever, no worries about A or any other interferences. Just me and Emily.
Emily turned around facing me but still wrapped up in my arms.
"We should go check with the girls, I really want to see the Eiffel Tower." Emily says excitedly.
"Yeah lets go." I intertwine our fingers together and we walk into the girls room. Aria is looking out at the Eiffel Tower, taking pictures, Hanna is fixing her hair in the mirror while Spencer is neatly unpacking her clothes.
"How do you like your room?" I ask them.
"We love it, thank you." Aria answers, giving me a hug.
"You're welcome, now lets go explore Paris!" I shrike happily.
We got to the Eiffel Tower and it's amazing. We decided to take the elevators up since Emily's still recovering. When we got to the top there were few people there since it was only 9 in the morning.
Emily walked over to the edge and stood there, looking out at the view. She was breathtaking. Her brown curly hair was blowing loosely in the wind, letting her flower-like perfume explode around her. Emily quickly spun around, smirking at me.
"Enjoying the view?" She teases, knowing I was staring at her.
"Yes, especially from up here." I reply coyly.
"Oh really." Emily whispers into my ear, making me weak to my knees.
"Yes really." I crash my lips on hers and snake my fingers through her soft hair.
"Stop acting like you're on a honeymoon, it's making me sick." Hanna says, fake gagging.
We ignore her comment and continue kissing.
After spending our entire day shopping, going to cafes and just enjoying the city, we decided to go out and eat dinner at some restaurant a woman at the store recommended. We had gone back to the hotel to change into a more formal fitting attire.
"Welcome to Le Bouillon Chartier, may I take your order?" The man asked with a heavy french accent.
After we ordered out food I had to go to the bathroom.
"I've got to go to the bathroom I'll be right back." I lean down and give her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Want me to go with you?" Emily asks.
"No, you stay, I'll be right back." I walk away towards the bathroom.
I fling the bathroom door open and looked myself in the mirror, fixing any imperfections. Before I could even react what was happening I felt a cold hand cover my face with a rag, poisoning me. My vision blurred and I shut my eyes.
Emily's POV:
Ali's been in the bathroom for a long time now, I hope she's alright.
"What's taking Ali so long?" Spencer asks, looking around the restaurant.
"I'm going to go and check on her." I walk quickly to where the bathrooms are located.
I push the door open but no one's there, not even in the stalls.
"Ali?" Where the hell is she?
No answer.
Now I'm worried, why would she just leave?
I pull my phone out and press dial, but to my disappointment it directly goes to voicemail. I search the bathroom for any signs of Alison when I notice something lying in the sink.
"A rag?" I pick it up and inspect it. It's damp and has a weird smell to it, sort of like alcohol. I run out of the bathroom and back to the girls.
"Did you see her?" Hanna asks.
"No, she's gone." I barely choke out.
"What? Where could she have gone?" Spencer asks.
"I don't know, but I found this." I hand Spencer the rag and she inspects it, noticing the smell.
"I think," Spencer smells it quickly, "I think this is fluitrazepam."
"Speak english." Hanna says, annoyed.
"It's a drug that can make someone unconscious, knock them out." I feel like someone knocked the breath out of me. Someone might have drugged Ali.
"Ali's been drugged!" Hanna shouts out but quickly clamps a hand over her own mouth.
"Maybe, we've got to find her." Spencer says and quickly leaves a couple of bills on the table before rushing out of the restaurant.
I can barely move. My world has seemed to stop functioning. Alison could be in danger, someone could have drugged her. Was it A? What if she's d-
I can't let myself go down those thoughts, she has to be fine.
She has to be.
"What if the rag wasn't used agains Alison, it could have been someone else." Aria says trying to stay positive.
"That's a big if." I mutter.
The silence broke off by all of our phones ringing. I gulp and look down at my screen.
Sorry if I scared you guys. I'm planning a surprise, I'll be back soon. - Alison
I let out a sigh of relief, she's okay.
"Did you guys know about this?"
"No, she hasn't told us about this surprise." Spencer answers.
"Okay, well I'm tired and since Ali's out planning something we should head back to the hotel and wait for her." Hanna says, waving at a taxi to pull over.
We climb in to the taxi. I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something bad is happening, but I shake the feeling away.
Everything's fine.
Alison's POV: (Warning: Mature contents)
I woke up to the feeling of metal scraping hard against my skin. My eyes felt like 1000 pounds when I tried to lift them, but I only saw darkness. I started panicking, trying to move but something held me in place. Chains.
"You're finally awake, I was afraid I'de killed you." A dark raspy voice called out from the darkness. My heartbeat rose to the word killed. I shook my arms violently, in an attempt to break free from the chains holding me hostage, but instead my prying somehow only made them tighter.
"What do you want!" I scream out.
"You." He turns the lights on and it blinds me for a second. I look up at his face and cringe back automatically until my back hits the cold, damp wall. His hair is tousled messily, his cold dark eyes staring at me like I was some piece of meat, his arms covered with tattoos and a sickening smirk dancing upon his lips.
The man approaches me and I start crying out, screaming, in hope that someone might hear me.
"You can scream all you want, there is no one that can hear you." He chuckles darkly and then shrugs of his leather jacket. His black t-shirt has a work name tag on it, his name is Cyrus.
I start kicking my legs forcefully, tears streaming down my face.
Cyrus crouches down in front of me and pushes a strand of hair away from my face but I manage to bite his finger, causing him to jump up in surprise.
"You bitch!" He yells and punches me square in the jaw. The impact throws my head back so I hit the brick wall and I let out a painful cry. I feel drops of blood slowly running down the back of my neck.
"You've got to learn how to behave!" He roars and rips off his shirt. I start crying hysterically.
"Please. Don't!" I beg in between sobs. He just laughs bitterly.
Cyrus literally rips off my red dress and I try to kick him but he holds my legs in place. He stares at me hungrily before pulling his pants down, leaving us both in our underwear.
"NO PLEASE!" I scream, trying to pry my way out of the chains. The metal scraping away the skin on my wrist.
"BEHAVE!" He booms. I see his hand reach down next to him and my heart falls. He picks up the sharp black and quickly slices my upper arm. I let out a new ear piercing scream every time the knife cuts a new area of my body.
Most of my upper body was covered in slashes and blood by now.
Cyrus strips of his underwear and I feel the urge to vomit at the sight of him. He the cuts off my panties and starts attacking my lips with sloppy, disgusting kisses. He grips the knife and places it right below my chin and I feel like I'm about to pass out from anxiety. He then points the tip of the knife to my throat, pressing it hard on my skin but without actually breaking the skin.
I feel him thrust roughly inside of me and I scream out in pain. He continues his pace for about 45 minutes. 45 minutes of pain, blood, screaming, effortlessly kicking and crying.
45 minutes of complete hell.
Cyrus pulls himself away from me. I glare at him, not giving him the satisfaction of any more of my tears. He gives me a sinister smile and pushes me into the brick wall, and I nearly black out.
"If you tell anyone anything, I'll come find you and next time," He slices the knife across my stomach one last time, "You'll be dead."
The blood drips down onto my hands and I feel completely numb. The last thing I see is Cyrus blurry figure walk away into the darkness. My body falls down and I drift off.
I wake up, my head throbbing loudly against my ears. Pain writhing inside and out. My eyes weakly flutter open and I notice the chains are no longer there. I grip a metal pole next to me and use all my strength to pull myself up. My bloody hands grip my stomach, trying to ease the pain.
My eyes adjust and I notice all my blood lying on the floor, it's a sickening feeling. I see my purse and my dress but it's torn open in the front. I look around for anything to wear, and I see a bed sheet.
I quickly wrap the sheet around me and weakly run out of the building with my purse gripped tightly. I end up in an ally that I recognize, this is close to our hotel.
I run towards the hotel but I trip on the sheet. I fall down on the wet cement and let out a cry of pain. I debate whether to just lay here, rot away.
Why shouldn't i?
The only thing motivating me to keep on going is Emily.
Emily. Emily. Emily, I chant in my head and it gives me a little extra strength to pull myself up and keep running. Never stop running, Alison.
I finally arrive outside of the hotel and I rush past the lobby and up to our room. I reach out to twist the door knob when I remember Cyrus' voice boom in my head.
You can't tell anyone.
Next time you'll be dead
I reach into my purse and take out my phone, I have about 10 new messages.
You're so sweet, thank you for the surprises :) - Emily
Surprise? I look through my sent messages and I guess Cyrus had sent one to them saying I was busy fixing a surprise.
Ali, you can answer me. I'm not mad at you for ditching us. - Emily
Alison what surprise is this? You never told us. - Spencer
Tell me the surprise, I can keep a secret ;) - Aria
Are you coming home soon? I miss having you here :( - Emily
Fresh tears start welling up in my eyes.
Does this take the whole night to set up? - Spencer
Where the hell are you, Em's getting worried - Hanna
Are you okay? - Emily
Where are you? - Aria
I left the door unlocked, goodnight xo - Emily
We're going to bed, night. - Spencer
I wipe away my tears and slowly open the door. Thankfully Emily is sleeping peacefully, now I just have to change and fix myself up.
I grab a long sleeved sweater and a pair of jeans. I took a quick shower, rinsing the cuts and washing away the dirt. I put on a lot of bandades and thank god none of the cuts were too deep, otherwise I would have had to gotten stitches. I look up in the mirror and notice a big bruise on my nose from the punch. Thank you make up.
After I fixed myself up I walked over to Emily who was still sleeping. I lay down next to her, watched her sleep until the sun rose. My mind was on overdrive from what Cyrus did.
Emily's POV:
I woke up to someone stroking my hair lightly. I open my eyes to see a blonde smiling down at me.
"Good morning sweetie." Ali says.
"When did you get home?" I ask tiredly.
"Late, I had a few things to fix." She replied. I noticed something in her eyes, fear maybe?
"Are you okay?" I ask cautiously, gripping her hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She smiles and me. I lean over to kiss her but before my lips could reach hers she quickly stood up and walked over to the door.
"You want to get breakfast? I'm starving." I nod, why did she just reject my kiss? Did I do something wrong?
"Yeah, I'm going to take a shower, I'll meet you down there." I reply, getting out of bed.
"Um, I'll wait here until you're done." Ali says nervously.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting strange."
"I'm fine, just didn't sleep so good." She slumped down on the chair and smiled at me.
"Okay, I'll be right back." I walked into the bathroom.
When I got out of the shower Ali was starring down at her feet with a emotionless expression on her face.
"The girls are waiting for us, lets go." Ali gave me a smile and walked out of the room.
There was something different with that smile, it was..
Broken.