Here's pt. 2, because I really like reading your reactions and thoughts. You guys are sweet.

Except, to the anon that said I made Alison's interaction with Emily 'as worse as the show', I disagree. The writers are hinting towards the fact that Alison is a natural sociopath and plays with people like her dolls; she's incapable of sympathy or empathy and void of natural feelings. Alison on the show cannot love. Or so they're making it seem that way. I prefer to write Alison as tainted, but by no means a sociopath. Just damaged.

"Cece what?" Emily asks, her voice rising unintentionally but she can't help the way anger courses through her veins. Suddenly all she sees is red.

"Don't be mad at me," Alison whimpered.

"Mad at YOU?" Emily asks, repeating Alison's words from earlier, incredulous. "Good god Ali, why the hell would I be mad at you? Cece Drake is the one who is going to hell."

"It wasn't just Cece," Ali admitted in a voice barely above a whisper.

"What?" Ali feels oddly safe all of a sudden. They were wrong. Emily does believe her.

"Ian, Garrett, and Darren-"

"They raped you?!"

"No, Emily please calm down," Ali says as gently as she can. "They just…did a lot of other stuff."

"So when I walked in on you and Ian that day…oh god…" Emily felt like she was going to be sick. She had walked in on Ian trying to take advantage of and rape Alison. And then she had told Ali she was done with her. She remembers vividly the way Alison ran after her and pleaded with her- and Emily had run away. Thinking back, she's glad she didn't kick Alison out of her house that night.

"I know how it looked, I don't blame you," Ali repeated, on the verge of tears. "But I was too scared to tell you the truth."

"Ali…I…"

"I was so scared Emily," Alison's voice breaks as her resolve crumbles and she forces herself to look at Emily. "When you saw Cece that day…she…"

Now Emily really feels like she's going to be sick. And she actually gets up and goes over to her open window to breathe- because god, the thought of Alison scared and being forced upon just makes the bile in her throat rise. The thought of anyone's hands on Alison makes Emily jealous, but this makes Emily sick to her stomach.

The swimmer remembers the bruises on Ali's neck, the way her clothes were disheveled, her distraught state, and the way she'd begged for time. How could Alison even remotely understand what she's feeling for Emily when all she knows is sex? Everything is clicking now, like a giant light bulb is going off in her head. Alison's overly sexual demeanor, the way she struggled with showing her real feelings for anyone let alone Emily, her mood swings, -

A soft hand on her arm pulls her out of her thoughts. Alison looks at her as she turns around. "Emily…I was…I am…I was so scared you'd hate me," she cries quietly.

"For being raped?"

"I mean I had an orgasm," Ali said looking at her feet. When Emily was silent, she looked up to see her brows furrowed trying to understand. "When Cece 'raped' me, I…I was turned on and I…she made…gave me a…"

Ali couldn't even talk about it like she thought she could. She found her whole body flooded with humiliation at the thought of how there was pleasure there when Cece violated her. Emily touched her arm lightly, letting her know it was okay.

"She said she wouldn't leave until she made me cum," Alison mumbled. Emily's fists clenched as she stopped herself from leaving and going straight to kill Cece for touching Alison.

"Ali that's rape, that's nothing to be embarrassed of," Emily said firmly. "Think of it this way- she was trying to manipulate your body to make it okay. It's not fucking okay."

Ali nodded and looked away. "Emily…what do I do?"

Her voice cracked at the end and she sounded so completely broken.

"I," Emily paused not knowing what to say. She knew the blonde wouldn't immediately tell an authority, no matter how much she wanted her to. And to be honest, Emily didn't know how she was going to keep this a secret. But the swimmer took the blonde's hands in her own and held them protectively. "I don't know Ali."

"Promise me you won't tell," Ali said with wide desperate eyes as she saw the wheels turning in Emily's head.

"I can't promise that-"

"Emily you can't tell anyone, they'll ruin me," Ali started sounding frantic.

"More than this?" Emily shot back.

"Ian has videos of me, and Cece could convince everyone it was consensual, she's crazy Emily," Alison warned.

"Videos?"

"I've made a lot of bad decisions and been in enough bad situations that ended up documented," Alison said slowly. "And when…when Cece found out how you felt about me, she saw right through me when I acted like that meant nothing to me, like you were just another person in love with me."

Emily stared, speechless. That was her biggest fear all along, that Ali just saw her as another admirer.

"But you weren't," Ali's voice shook as she forced herself to tell Emily the truth she knew the swimmer needed to hear. "you were the first person to ever put me ahead of themselves. The only person to teach me what love is. And she took advantage of that, taunting me and threatening to tell everyone how I felt, and to show you all those videos to make you hate me- and you would, if you saw them."

Alison paused, shaking her head as she laughed bitterly. "People think I'm this strong, unafraid bitch who can face anything and come out on top. But I was terrified of the way you made me feel," she said as she tried to keep herself collected. "So I phased you out, pushed you away and hoped Cece would stop taunting me. When you started dating Ben, I got drunk, like, really drunk that weekend because I knew it was my own fault. I blacked out, and when I woke up in my underwear next to Cece, I forced her to tell me what happened."

Emily's heart and head were pounding. This was information overload for her. Alison had kept secrets from her for so long, and now she was spilling them all one after the other.

"I was black out drunk and she took advantage of me, and Ian got it on tape. Except the way he shot it makes it look like I asked for it, and complied. I look like a total whore."

Alison observed Emily carefully, gauging her reactions to her words. Emily looked heartbroken, her hands had loosened and Alison wanted to grip them tighter and hold them, but she let go knowing Emily needed space.

"I didn't know what I was doing," she whispered. "I don't remember any of it. I didn't consider it losing my virginity, because I don't know exactly what happened, the video ends before that. But I guess she ended up taking it anyway, cause I sure as hell remember what happened that day. I remember crying before I got drunk, and after, because you were the only person I wanted and I didn't know how to face that reality. After that night, Cece took our sick friendship to a whole other level and became obsessed with me and sneaking in to my room and touching me. She was the one who taught me all about sex and encouraged me when I was only 13 to do stupid things. Now that I look back, she's always had this weird obsession with me. I was 13 and she was 18, like the rest of Jason's sick friends."

Alison stopped to let Emily process all that. The brunette seemed so close to asking a million questions, but she just stood there, silent, and suddenly found the ground, the wall, or anything really more interesting than Alison's eyes.

"Maybe I don't know how to love, and I don't truly love you that way, Emily. Not yet, not the way you love me. But I know that what I feel for you isn't just friendship," Alison said as she gently covered Emily's hands with her own and rubbed them affectionately. She waited until Emily would look her in the eye again to speak.

"I'm not saying this to hurt you, I just want you to know the truth. My absent parents never showed me half as much love and affection in 18 years as you have in the three that you've known me. I don't know how to do that, Em. I'm trying, but I don't know how to just be a loving person. I know how to be sweet and flirty, and with you it's just so easy. I stayed up all night after Cece…you know…and, when I saw you sleeping in my bed, and when I thought about what just happened, I just told myself I had to stop running from you. I've been miserable for years now, and you, along with the girls, have been the only positives in my life. Don't you dare doubt for a second that you mean the world to me, because you're the only person I care about, the only person I have ever opened up to like this, and the only person I trust with my life."

Emily stared, completely floored. She didn't know what to say.

"And if you tell anyone, I might have to kill you," Ali joked softly as she forced a smile, trying to lighten the situation. But she watched Emily struggle to smile back. She'd seen that face a thousand times, it was the face Emily tried to make when she was trying to be brave but felt insecure and afraid.

"I see the thoughts turning in your head," Alison said gently as she squeezed Emily's hand. "Stop worrying. I know what you're thinking- of course you're more than a friend to me Emily. That's something I'm not confused about anymore. I've wanted you since the moment we met, too. I just didn't know it then. When you get really close to me, my heart beats faster and my stomach twists, in a good way. I've had butterflies countless times since I've met you. And god, Em, you're gorgeous- you're a freakin' mermaid. And if I saw you as just a friend, I'd feel threatened by you. Instead, I'm intimidated because you're so good, you're so innocent, and you're incredibly beautiful, and I'm afraid-"

Emily cut her off by leaning in and kissing her softly. She pulled back, and stared, apologizing quickly. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that right now."

Ali instead stared at her with fluttering eyes and didn't think twice before grabbing Emily's face in her hands and crashing their lips together messily but neither girl could be bothered as tongues fought for control and little tiny moans escaped both of them. The blonde pulled away quickly before she lost her self-control, but there was a smile on her face. She pulled Emily's hand up and put it over her heart, which was pounding. "If you ever doubt how I feel about you, just know that sometimes you make my heart pound even harder."

Emily finally smiled shyly and blushed.

"As much as I'd like to just keep kissing you, I think you need time to think," Ali said with a sad smile.

"I know this sounds over-protective but I never want to let you out of my sight ever again," Emily murmured as she pulled Alison close to her and sighed as she inhaled Ali's scent- after all this time, it was still the most comforting and soothing smell in the world.

"If our positions were switched right now, I'd say the same," Ali reassured her.

"Date me," Emily blurted out leaning back to look at Ali. Alison just stared at her before an amused look crossed her face briefly.

"You're just quite impulsive right now aren't you?"

"Is that a yes?"

"I don't think it's a good idea," Ali hesitatingly said. "I want to. Believe me, I want to. But I'm not stable right now, and committing to me-"

"Do you want to see other people? Is there someone else you want to date?"

"What? No, Em, I just told you-"

"Would you be angry if I dated another girl? What about Samara?"

"Don't make me answer that," Alison growled sharply. The tone in her voice and icy blue that flashed through her eyes said everything Emily needed to know. "It was hard enough watching you with that Neanderthal in the halls."

"So date me," Emily said before explaining herself. "Look, it doesn't matter to me that you're not sure if you love me or not. I know you love me, you're just unsure if you could love me. People don't get into new relationships only once they're in love, it takes time. I don't want to date anyone else, and you don't either. Even if we weren't technically dating… I mean, let's be real Ali, after tonight I'd probably still behave like we were. I know you're struggling right now, god I can't imagine what you're going through, but I want to be here for you as your best friend, and your girlfriend. I know it's sudden, but really then again it's not. We've been at this for three years and look how much pain we've caused ourselves by living in fear of how we feel."

Emily was looking at Ali with such earnest eyes and begging the blonde to step off the edge with her. Ali just slowly nodded.

"Okay," she whispered with a trace of a hopeful smile. "I don't know if I'd be able to forgive myself if I hurt you though, like really hurt you."

"I trust you. We'll take it slow, so slow," Emily reassured her. Her grin was contagious and her voice sincere. "I promise."

And for once, Alison didn't feel so hopeless.