Sorry for the long wait. I was out most of the weekend. I may not update as frequently as before because I don't get much days off school. I will try to update as much as I can. Please try and go with it. I am trying to update whenever I have time to actually get around to typing up this amazing stuff. I love reading your reviews and I am so thankful for the support. I know you guys want updates like all the time, but I really can't update EVERY day. Maybe every few days if I have the chance. I know what it's like to be on that side of the story where you want to see what's next but I really need you guys to understand.
I'm a high school student, I can't update all the time. I love writing more than anything, but I can't just throw away my future for this fic. Please understand. I'm trying. Barely anyone reads these things, but those of you who will, HI and I hope you understand.
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Alison's POV
I wake up and feel a body next to mine. I tense and my heart begins to race. The body coughs and I remember that Emily slept over last night. I breathe a sigh of relief and I sit up. I turn around and look at how peaceful Emily looks. I start to slide out of bed to get ready for the day but a hand closes around my arm. The hand tugs slightly and I giggle before turning around. Emily is looking at me with her eyes open and a smile on her face.
"Can we just be peaceful before we get on to this stressful, emotion filled day?" Emily asks. Her voice has a sexy raspy sound to it. I smile and lay back down beside her.
I really don't know how to feel about today. I can't believe I am going to see my father for the first time since I was 12 years old. This man was the reason I had to grow up before I was ready. My father is the reason I went from my outgoing self to a shy, scared little girl. My entire life changed after my mother died. I didn't just lose my mother at 8 years old, I lost my father too. I know where my mom was coming from in that dream; he's been in jail for so long. He must have been sober for that whole time, so he could have changed. I guess I will talk to him later today.
I cuddle into Emily and just stare at my hands. She rubs small circles on my back and pulls me closer. Emily kisses my forehead, but leaves me alone with my thoughts. I am happy about it, but at the same time I wish she would distract me. As if she hears my thoughts, she sits up.
"As much as I know you want to lie around and just stay here all day, you need to get up and get ready. We have a long day ahead of us." Emily gets up and drags me with her.
I groan and refuse to move. She shrugs and drops me on the ground. I land with a thud, pain creeping into my right leg and right arm – the side I landed on. I ignore it, knowing it will go away in a few seconds, and stand up. Emily is already out of the room and I hear her unlocking the door. I run as fast as I can to hug her goodbye before she goes home to get ready.
Emily and I get out of Emily's car at the prison. I stare up at the big building in front of me and my heart races. My first instinct is to run, and I consider it. Emily slides her hand into mine and we walk towards the large gates. A police officer steps out of a booth and walks towards us with a friendly smile.
"Hello ladies, how can I help you?" The officer asks. He's a young male, about 26, and is tall. His brown hair is cleanly cut and his face looks smoother than Emily's hands.
"I'm here to visit my father, Robert DiLaurentis." I tell him, my voice much stronger than I expected. The officer gives me a sad smile and nods.
"In the past 7 years, not a single person has come to visit him besides lawyers. It's sad, but then again. I know why he's in here, and that's enough to understand why you haven't visited or anyone else." The officer presses a button in the booth and the large gate begins to slide open. "Go on in."
Emily and I walk through the gate and through the front doors. We meet a few more officers who tell us we need to be searched before visiting.
After a very thorough search, including a strip search, we get our visitor tag. An old female officer leads us through a series of halls and into a large room. The tables in the room lead me to believe that this is where they eat food. I see one man in the entire room; he sits at a table in the center. We are led to the man and he doesn't look how he did seven years ago. His eyes are the same blue as mine, but his face is much thinner. My father is obviously changed. He looks up at me and is shocked.
"Alison?" The shock in his voice confirms the look on his face. His eyes shift to Emily and then our hands. I pull my hand away from hers and we both sit across from him.
"Dad. We have a lot to talk about. Actually, no. I have a lot to say to you and you need to shut up for once and listen." I'm obviously angry. I can't help it; this man hurt me so much in my life.
"I understand." Is all my father replies with. I expected screaming, perhaps my father did change.
"You hurt me, not just physically. You said the most hurtful, heartbreaking things I had ever heard. You nearly killed me! All because mom died? She got cancer, not because of me. She got cancer after I was born. We were happy and then as soon as she was gone… you changed. That heart-warming smile was now menacing. You drank, beat me, killed a girl and then almost killed me too!" I scream at him, tears rushing down my face. My dad stays calm and tears cascade his face too.
"Alison, there is no excuse for what I did. I can't take back what I did. I can't even say sorry, because it isn't enough. I made so many mistakes, and I promise you I didn't kill that girl. They have a trial in a few months to see if it was my fault for real. I really didn't kill her, I was framed." His voice lowers slightly. I stare at him for a moment and slowly begin to shake my head.
"Then why would you beat me nearly to the point of death?" I ask. I wipe my tears and continue staring at him.
"I didn't mean to hit you so hard, I was physically numb from the alcohol. It took me months to remember all that happened. When I finally got sober, I asked them to contact you. They said the only way you would ever come back is on your own. I wasn't allowed to contact you at all, even through my lawyers." My father looks at me with sadness in his eyes. I actually believe him; because this man in front of me is the man I knew when my mom was alive.
"I understand. I will come see you again, I want to hear more about it. I want to try and get to a friendship type thing. Yes, you hurt me, but I'm mature enough to allow us to work through this." I offer. My father smiles, the first smile I've seen in 11 years. I smile back and lean against Emily's shoulder.
"Who's this? Hello, I'm Robert, Alison's father." I look up at Emily and she looks back at me.
"I'm Alison's friend, Emily Fields." Emily mutters. I can tell she really does not like my father at all.
"Actually dad, there is something you should know. I'm gay, and the reason you need to know this, is because Emily might not be just a friend next time I come here. I don't care if you don't like who I am. I can't change the fact that I am this way. Love me or leave me." I admit. My father laughs and I look at Emily and then to him confused.
"I knew this was coming. When you and CeCe were always hanging out and obsessed with each other since 4, your mother and I knew." He tells me. I look at him shocked and laugh.
"It was nice seeing you dad, but we really should get going." I stand up and Emily and my dad do too.
"You too Alison, I'm truly sorry for the pain you've been through." I walk over and give him a hug. Yes, he hurt me and made my life hell. But, at the end of the day, this man is still my father.
"I hope they realize you're innocent. I believe you didn't kill her." I whisper. I walk back to Emily, slide my hand into hers, intertwine our fingers and walk out.
Emily's POV
Alison and I walk to my car and I can't help but think about her saying next time we might not be friends. I'm glad her father and her are getting along, but at the same time I don't trust him one bit. As we reach the car, Alison turns around to face me. Tears are falling down her face and I begin to worry.
"What's wrong Alison?" I ask with much concern in my voice.
"I came here with the intent of freaking at him and leaving. Never to return again. Then after a while, I realized how much he changed. I know you hate him Emily, but you have to realize. No matter what he has done, at the end of the day, he is my father. He will always be my father." Alison whispers as she wipes tears off her face. I laugh and hug her.
"I will try to like him, just for you." I tell her. Her eyes light up and she kisses me hard. I pull away and open the car door for her. Alison slides into her seat and I close the door behind her.
We reach the building and it's evening. The sun has set and it's pretty dark out. Alison is passed out in the passenger seat. I took her out to a nice dinner after we left the prison. I shake her awake and she groans.
"Alison, if you don't get up, I'm leaving you in this car. On the street. In New York. All alone. At night." I warn, Alison gets out of the car in record time and I laugh.
"You suck." Alison says while sticking out her tongue. I giggle and poke her cheek.
"Only if you want" I wink and run inside the building, quickly locking the car door with the little remote on my way.
Alison yells something I don't hear and runs after me. We meet in the elevator and are both out of breath. We really are out of shape.
"What did you yell? I couldn't hear you." I ask breathlessly. Alison laughs and hesitates before answering.
"I called you a pervy bitch." She mumbles. I look at her and act hurt. I go silent and Alison tries to tickle me but I don't budge.
"I was just joking Em! Come on, don't hate me!" Alison pleads.
I continue to look straight ahead and just ignore her. Alison furrows her eyebrows and stomps her foot like a child. I bite the inside of my cheek to control my laughter. The elevator dings and I walk towards my apartment without even looking at Alison. She runs after me and grabs my arm. I keep walking as if it doesn't faze me.
"Emily. Don't do this." Alison stands in front of my now and is beginning to cry. I feel bad, so I hug her. I pull away after a few seconds and begin to unlock my door.
"Would you be my girlfriend?" I hear from behind me. I turn around in shock and see Alison looking down at her feet. I walk towards her and lift her head so she's looking in my eyes. I smile and she smiles back.
"Of course." I kiss her softly. Alison is finally my girlfriend. Oh my god. Alison DiLaurentis. The girl that I found love with at first sight. My mind swirls as fast as the bees in my stomach. My heart pounds faster than ever before. In this moment, with my mouth pressed against hers, I am the happiest girl alive. I, Emily Fields, love Alison DiLaurentis. I am not ashamed.
Sorry Emily's part was so short. It was mostly an Alison centric chapter. I finally put them together for you guys! Hope you enjoyed! Review! KISSES!