"What do you mean 'last night'?" Alison asks. Confusion written all over her face. Before Emily can say a single word, comprehension hits the blonde. "Do you mean like... you did something with somebody else last night?" Alison whispers while she doesn't find the strength enough to look the brunette in the eye.
As soon as Emily realizes what the blonde means, her eyes open wide and she takes a step forward so she can hug Alison, tell her how much she loves her, and tell her how wrong she is if she actually believes Emily could be with anybody else that wasn't her. And maybe, just maybe... tell her about her 'sweet' dream.
But as Emily stretches out a hand to reach the blonde, Alison crosses her arms over her chest and looks in disgust at Emily's hand.

"Don't. Fucking touch me." The words hurt so much. Emily does actually feel
real pain. It's the first time since the blonde got back that she's spoken to anybody like this. And Emily wants to explain the whole misunderstanding to her girlfriend. She wants to. But when she opens her mouth to speak, the blonde shoots her face up and by the look the blonde gives to the swimmer, the fierce look in her eyes, Emily knows that, whatever the blonde is about to say, she's not going to like it.

"I thought you really loved me. I came back because of you Emily. I pulled you out of the barn because I wanted to keep you safe. I risked my freaking life for you. Several times! I came out for you; I told everyone about our relationship because I wanted you to know how much you mean to me." Alison says while her face slowly starts to break down. "But that wasn't enough, was it?"

Before Emily can say anything, Alison rushes out the bathroom and as soon as the door is closed, the brunette feels hot tears streaming down her
face. And she hates herself for not being able to explain something so damn simple to the person she loves the most. She hates herself for not stopping Alison from leaving. She hates herself for not having grabbed her and told her about her fucking wet dream. 'I had a wet dream last night of you and me. That's why I was so distracted today.' That's what she had to say. Two simple sentences. But she has just lost her chance. So she acts without thinking. She hits the sink while groaning loudly, not caring if somebody hears, and leaves the place. And then the school. She's not attending anymore classes today. As she exits the building, she decides to take a long walk home instead of driving. As she starts walking she feels her phone vibrate and, thinking it might be Alison, she takes her phone out of her jeans pocket so fast it almost falls on the
floor and cracks.
"Where are you? We are looking for you and Alison like crazy. What happened? -Hanna"
Emily can't help but feel sorry for leaving school and don't even telling her friends, so she writes a quick reply.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling okay, so I'm going home".
And it isn't a complete lie. She really doesn't feel well. She has a sick feeling at the pit of her stomach and it looks like it won't go away until she talks to the blonde.
''Do you want me to come over? –Hanna''
Emily knows Hanna won't drop the subject until she is completely sure the brunette is not alone, so she just replies telling her friend that it's not necessary and that her mother is home, so she'll take care of her.

She's been so in thought she doesn't realize she has arrived home already. She doesn't want to confront her mother and explain why she's home so early on a school day, so she turns around and starts walking away, not caring where her feet take her. As she walks, her gaze is fixed on the floor, so it's no surprise she bumps into someone all of a sudden.

"Oh, sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." Emily apologizes while she caresses her forehead because, damn, that did hurt.
When she looks up she curses and slaps herself because, weren't any more people to bump into? Because she has bumped into him.

"I'm so sorry Mr. DiLaurentis. I apologize again." She's kind of scared because she doesn't know how she's supposed to act around him after what has just happened with her daughter. I mean, does he even know it already?

"Oh, it's no problem, sweetheart." He says kindly before taking away his phone from his ear and ending whatever phone conversation he was having.
Before Emily is able to form an excuse and leave, Mr. DiLaurentis' facial expression changes from kind to worried.

"Are you sick, too?" The brunette girl then is aware of the fact that she is
supposed to be school and, as she stutters while trying to find a decent answer, the man is talking again. "Alison's just phoned me. She's told me she's not feeling well and she's headed home. Could you come later and check her? I have work to do and I don't want to leave her alone."
Mr. DiLaurentis tone of voice is so soft, so sweet, that before Emily's brain processes the information, her head is already nodding. The man smiles widely and after saying goodbye, he's out of Emily's sight. And when he's gone, the brunette lets out a breath she doesn't know she's been holding because now she has a huge dilemma to consider: if she doesn't go to the DiLaurentis' house, Alison's father will know and will be disappointed on her. And Emily would rather being seen naked than to disappoint him. But, if she does go, Alison will slam the door on her face, causing both emotional
and physical pain on Emily. And she's sure she doesn't have money enough to pay for a new nose. So she takes her phone out of her pocket and sends a quick text to Alison.
"So you've told your dad you're sick? Okay, we'll go with that. Look, I know you don't want to talk to me, but I do want to talk to you. And the sooner the better. Just please."
Minutes pass and she doesn't get an answer, so she sends another one.
"Okay, don't say anything. But just so you know, I've ran into your father. And he's practically begged me to come to your house so, I'm coming."

Just a freaking couple of seconds later, her phone vibrates as she sees she's got a new text.
"What makes you think I'm home? And even if I was, what makes you think I'd open the door?"
 Emily grimaces at the text because it so damn tough, she can feel the pain in Alison. She can feel it herself. So she sighs and starts walking towards Alison's house, hoping to exit the house still alive.

When she reaches Alison's porch she doesn't even bother ringing the doorbell because she knows the blonde won't make a single move to open the door, so –although she knows she might regret it later – Emily grabs the spare key and opens the door really really slowly. Once she is inside the house she calls Alison, hoping that, at least, if the blonde screams at her to leave her alone, she'll be able to localize where the voice is coming from and find Alison quickly. But there's no answer. Maybe the blonde told the truth when she said she might not be home? But Emily is determined to talk to her girlfriend so she starts to head upstairs, hoping to find the girl on her bedroom.

As she reaches the door and sees what's inside she feels a sharp wind of the back of her neck and her body freezes on place. She feels awful and she knows she's the reason why this has happened.

She enters the bedroom without making any kind of noise. Emily doesn't want Alison to know she's there anymore, because that wouldn't make any good to the little blonde, who's lying on the bed sleeping. Makeup running down her face, which means she's been crying; red nose, which means she's been using a lot of tissues, lips tightly closed, which means she was still really angry when she felt asleep; and hands holding thoroughly crumpled sheets. Alison's a mess but still, Emily thinks she's the most beautiful thing on Earth. But she feels herself breaking down because this is her damn fault. She feels pain that she doesn't know how to erase; she feels fury towards herself that she doesn't know how to switch off.

She wishes she could just lay beside the blonde and hold her in her sleep, but she can't. Not like this. So she swallows hard and, with shaky hands, she puts a blanket over Alison's body and kisses her forehead really tenderly. But she doesn't seem to notice Alison's phone curled up under one of Alison's hands and entangled in the sheets. And she surely doesn't know the blonde did hear some pieces of the conversation between the brunette and her father. Because one thing Mr. DiLaurentis isn't good at is technology. He didn't exactly end the phone call with her daughter after having bumped into Emily.

And, as Emily leaved the blonde room, she certainly doesn't know the blonde has her eyes wide opened. She was witnessed every little piece of Emily's visit.

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