Well, after a while, this story is due for an update, don't you think? So here it is! Hope it's juicy enough for you all! Again, thanks, FUNKYSHAY, who has been great in helping me get inspiration for this!

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"Hanna, I can't do it." Emily was sitting in the kitchen, pushing her breakfast around her plate, hardly interested in eating.

"Em, you do realize that A will tell your mom about you two, right? And it will not be pretty," Hanna asked.

Emily looked up at Hanna, fear in her features, "Hanna, I just don't know how I could ever tell my mom over the phone about me and Spencer. If I was going to tell her, I'd do it in person."

Hanna sighed, "I guess that's why A wants you to tell her, because they know it'll be harder over the phone."

"Well, I think that's a fair assessment, considering I have no clue what I'm going to say," Emily muttered, looking down at the untouched plate of food before her.

"You really should eat," Hanna reminded her friend.

"Not hungry…" Emily muttered.

"Em," Hanna caught Emily's eyes, "I know you, you don't eat when you're stressed, which usually means you get sick. I think you should try to eat a little."

Emily took a bite of her toast and looked back at the blonde. "There, happy?" She asked, still chewing.

"Just promise me, whatever you decide to do, you don't forget that Spencer, Aria, and I are always here for you…no matter what your parents say," Hanna requested.

"I can do that."

…

At school, Spencer noticed the change in her girlfriend's attitude, and at lunch she pulled Emily off to the side in the courtyard.

"Em, babe, what's wrong?" Spencer asked, her hands on Emily's waist.

Emily avoided eye contact, "Nothing, I'm just tired is all." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Are you sure? You've hardly said a word all morning…is something else bothering you?" Spencer asked, her brows raised. Emily shook her head, fighting the urge not to tell Spencer about the picture, knowing it would only make her mad.

"No," Emily said again.

"Em, whatever is bothering you, you can tell me," Spencer insisted.

Emily looked at Spencer finally, and saw that Spencer was looking at her with nothing but concern in her eyes. Emily sighed and pulled out her phone and brought up the text A had sent her.

"This is what's bothering me, okay?" She handed the phone to Spencer and waited for a reaction from her girlfriend. Spencer looked up, furious, and handed Emily her phone back.

"How long do you have to tell her?"

"I don't know-," Emily was cut off by the sound of a text message. She bit her lip and looked at the screen. It made chills run up and down her spine.

You have 12 hours, bitch. – A

"Twelve hours. So at midnight, my mom will get this picture, whether I'm ready or not." Emily handed the phone to Spencer like it was poisoned food. Spencer read the text and looked back at Emily, who looked even more worried now. The two of them suspiciously looked around, in search of the invisible tormenter, but to no avail.

Spencer took Emily in her arms and kissed her side of her head, "It's okay, Em. We can do this."

"I hope we can."

Spencer pulled back and stared deeply into Emily's eyes, "Nothing will change the way I feel for you."

"Me either…" Emily agreed.

"Then what do we have to worry about? Your mother loves you…and even if she's mad at first, she will eventually grow to support you," Spencer assured her, although she knew it would be hard for Pam to do such thing.

"How long is eventually?" Emily asked.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not going anywhere, Em. I promise."

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Spencer smiled as she watched Emily swim back and forth, racing the clock, taking out her stress and anger. Practice was just about over and Spencer was waiting patiently for her girlfriend. Emily finished her run and her coach told her to get her head in the game next time. Emily always swam worse when she was stressed. Emily climbed out of the water and peeled her swim cap off. Spencer walked over after the team dispersed and smiled at Emily.

"Hey," Spencer tried to sound as positive as possible.

"Hey," Emily said, sounding distant.

Spencer furrowed her brow, "Em, I know you're worried, but don't worry. It's going to be okay."

"Is it?" Emily asked, grabbing her towel and heading towards the locker room, Spencer in tow.

"Yeah. You have to be strong. If you give in to what A wants, they'll only get stronger. We have to be strong," Spencer said as Emily opened her locker.

"I have no idea how my mom will ever grow to be okay with me being gay. No matter what girl I date, they're all the same to her…immoral, disgusting, and wrong," Emily spat.

Spencer pursed her lips and moved closer to her girlfriend, "Hey," she cupped Emily's face, "I love you. I want her to know that. Will you tell her for me?" Spencer asked in an almost teasing way.

Emily couldn't help but smile a little, "Yes, I'll tell her." Emily kissed Spencer tenderly, "I love you too."

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Emily, Spencer, Aria and Hanna sat in Spencer's room with 7 hours and 12 minutes left to tell Pam about Emily and Spencer's relationship, or A would do it for them. Emily was pacing as Spencer leaned up against her desk and Hanna and Aria sat on the bed.

"Guys…how do I say it?" Emily looked up and made eye contact with each of the other girls.

"You just have to ask for her support and tell her that if she loves you she'll understand," Aria tried to make her advice sound simple, but they all knew it wasn't simple at all.

"Emily, just tell her what you and Spencer have. Explain how much it means to you," Hanna added. Spencer approached her nervous girlfriend and put an arm around her.

"Remember what I said. If she loves you, and she does, she'll grow to support you."

Emily looked down at her phone and shakily dialed her mom's number and held the phone up to her ear. It rang for a second before going to voicemail.

Emily looked at the screen and then up at the girls, "Straight to voicemail. What do I do? I'm not going to tell her over a message."

"Don't try again. We don't want her to think it's anything out of the ordinary," Aria said.

Just then, Emily got another text.

I'm sure mommy would love to add that picture to the scrapbook! Send it to her. – A

Emily wanted to cry. She couldn't speak as she showed the phone to Spencer.

"Great!" Spencer said sarcastically.

"What?" Hanna asked.

"Look," Spencer fumed, handing the phone to Hanna and Aria.

"Oh my god." Aria sat back and shook her head with disgust.

"What a bitch! If I ever see A's stupid, worthless face, I will teach them a little something about pain and suffering!" Hanna exclaimed in an outburst.

"What now?" Emily asked.

"A is trying to make you look shallow. Don't let them do that," Spencer tried to encourage.

"Spence, it's over. My mom is going to find out one way or another!" Emily was tearing up now, and Spencer's heart ached for her girlfriend, because in the back of her mind, she knew she was right.

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Time left: 38 minutes.

Emily lay in her bed. It was 11:22 p.m and she was desperately trying not to fall asleep. Hanna had already crashed and now Emily was left to get the courage to try calling her mother again. She stared at her phone for a few minutes before she lost track of time. Then everything faded out and she drifted to sleep.

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"Emily! Wake up!"

The brunette awoke to the sun in her eyes and Hanna shaking her awake the next morning. She shot awake, realizing that she had fallen asleep, and quickly searched for her phone. She found it under the covers and looked at the screen, which showed she had 13 missed calls and texts from her mom. Her gut twisted and turned.

"Did you tell her?" Hanna asked.

Without words, Emily looked up at Hanna, tears already in her big brown eyes. Hanna knew what she meant and the blonde fell silent as she climbed onto the bed with her friend and gave her a soothing hug as Emily broke down in tears. Hanna stroked her messy hair and put her chin on top of Emily's head.

"Everything will be fine. Spencer is a fighter, and so are you. It will be fine," Hanna said quietly. Emily just cried, knowing words wouldn't be enough, so silence would have to do.

After a few minutes, Emily looked up and wiped her eyes. "Thanks, Han, but I have to face my mom," Emily said dryly, picking up her phone and walking out of the room. She knew this wouldn't be pretty.

She went out to the back patio and dialed her mom's number. It rang once before she picked up.

"Emily, what is this picture I got from an unknown number! Care to explain? And how come you haven't picked up?" Pam scolded immediately upon answering.

"Mom…Spencer and I are together," Emily said quickly, wanting to get it over with. "We have been for a little while. I don't know who sent you that picture, but I didn't want you to find out this way."

"Did you want me to find out at all? I trusted you…I trusted Spencer! Now you're going to concerts out of Rosewood unsupervised and doing all this and god knows what else behind my back!" Pam yelled. Emily cringed.

"Mom, Spencer and I care deeply for each other. And it shouldn't change how you see her," Emily replied, trying to sound strong.

"Did you share a room on this little trip?" Pam's voice was like ice.

"Mom-,"

"I'll ask you again, and I want yes or no. Did you, share a room, with Spencer?" Pam asked slowly and deliberately. Emily stood, frozen, and the moment seemed to last forever until she muttered her response.

"Yes." Emily couldn't lie to her mother any more.

"I don't want you seeing her any more. I'm calling Hanna's mom and telling her not to let Spencer be alone with you any more." Pam's decision crushed Emily inside.

"Mom, please. Don't do this!" Emily begged.

"You leave me no choice, Emily. It's this or you move to Texas with your father and I."

"I love her! And she loves me!"

"I'm sorry, but I think this is best. I can't sleep knowing that my daughter is out there having intercourse in the spur of the moment," Pam said irrationally. Emily gasped.

"Mom! Sex has nothing to do with this, does it?"

"I would do the same if it were with a-,"

"Don't you dare say boy, mom. Don't. Just save it. Because you can't accept that I'm gay, can you? You know, you're unbelievable!"

"Emily, don't argue with me on this. I know what's best for you," Pam sighed in frustration.

"Best for me? Or best for you?" Emily asked, not even wanting an answer. With that, she hung up and stormed back inside. She had to keep it together.

She had to.

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Okay, so originally I was going to put a lot more in this update, but there is a LOT of material that is coming, so I figured it would be easier with multiple, smaller chapters. So tell me what you thought and I'll try to update soon again!