Halloween Update Part 2. (I decided to do one each day this weekend)
Spunky bitchy Alison would roll her eyes at the cliché- her arms are behind her back with her wrists handcuffed around a pole in the basement of a shoddy house located in a place she's never been to.
But she's not that brave girl right now, she can barely find the energy inside to tell herself she doesn't deserve this. He reduces her to nothing. That's all she feels when he looks at her.
(When Emily looks at her, Alison feels like the she's everything)
Wilden descends the stairs and looks at her as he sneers.
"You're always on the ground on your knees aren't you?" he mocks her current position.
Alison avoids direct eye contact but he leans down and grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Do you know why you're here?"
There are a million snarky responses Alison can come up with but she can't bring herself to say any one of them.
"To talk?"
"Sure, to talk," he gloats as he stands up. "We're going to talk about how you gave me this."
He pulls up his shirt and Alison sees a nasty scar where she stabbed him- and she feels no remorse whatsoever.
"And about that little court case that you didn't win," he grins devilishly as he lowers his shirt and gets in her face. She turns to avoid him but he grabs her pale cheeks and squeezes painfully as he holds her focus.
"And then suddenly I'm fired for altering a legal document about a psychiatric report because some bitch doctor that I haven't seen in years comes forward. If that was your greatest form of revenge, then you don't know what I'm capable of," he snarls.
"I had nothing to do with that," she pleads.
He lashes out and slaps her across the face, and her head whips to the side in pain.
"Don't lie to me!" he barks, the veins in his neck bulging.
"I'm not," she whimpers, her jaw cheek stinging.
"Oh really? Because I saw you with Veronica Hasting's daughter, and she was the one who went to the doctor to snoop around."
"How long have you been following me?" she asks quietly to confirm Emily's paranoia.
"I've always watched you to make sure you don't ruin my reputation with your big mouth. Now here we are," he sweeps his arms open in a mocking grand gesture. "Just you and me, like old times."
Alison forces herself to keep her mouth shut. Talking will only get her in trouble, and so will not answering him when appropriate. She locks her jaw and stares him down.
"You know what happens to little girls like you who do bad things?" he taunts her in a sickeningly sadistic voice. She watches as he stands and walks over to a pile of his things and pulls out his pistol. Her eyes widen in fear and as he approaches her with it, she begins to scramble in fear but she's stuck in place.
For the entire past month she has felt safe with Emily, and her mind tries to recall all the moments Emily just held her tightly. She always tried to commit those moments to memory when they happened because they were the moments where she felt completely invincible.
"Please don't," she begins to beg as she hears her heart pounding over the sound of clanging metal from her cuffs hitting the pole as she struggles.
"Do you? Do you know what happens?" he keeps at it as he kneels down in front of her with it so he's eye level with her.
"No, please," she cries as tears begin to form in her eyes as he fingers the gun pulling the safety.
"Do you think I'm afraid to shoot this?" he asks her. She shakes her head no as she silently starts to cry slowly. He points the gun at a shelf and shoots a glass jar, shattering it into pieces as Alison shrieks in surprise and flinches, her face crumbling and tears starting to fall faster. The sound of the shot is deafening and she doesn't know if her heart can handle how hard it's beating.
"I could put a bullet through your brain in a second and you'd be gone for good," he says menacingly and by now tears are streaming down Alison's face as her breathing begins to become labored.
"Pl-lease don't do this," she whimpers softly and her blue eyes glisten with her pool of tears. Even when she's crying, they're still radiant. He takes in her form- her body trembling (she thinks she always trembled more around him than stood still), knees on the ground, mouth quivering while her eyes continue to cry.
"Why shouldn't I?" he growls, taking the gun and putting the barrel right to her thigh. She can barely speak, her sobs coming out harder.
"Pl-l-le-ease," she begs earnestly, her voice raw. He raises an eyebrow at her.
"Please shoot? Okay, where would it hurt to shoot the most?" he asks out loud as he traces the gun up her leg and over her center as she flinches and up to her flat tummy.
He grins and cocks the safety back, and Alison begins to panic, her mind going blank as she sobs in pure terror.
She doesn't understand what she ever did to deserve any of this cruelty.
In a flash of a second, he whips the gun towards the wall and shoots it as Alison screams out and jumps, her body shaking so hard she can feel it in her bones. And she can't stop crying.
"Think about where you want me to shoot, and tell me," he says with a smirk and gets up to leave. "I'll be back in a bit."
He exits the room, and Alison tries to get her sobs under control, tries to pull herself together. But she can't. She just fucking can't.
It's too much. The yelling, the painfully rough manhandling, the humiliation, the threats, the emotional torture- she went through years of it, but something is different this time and it terrifies her. Her mind and body can't handle it.
So eventually her mind shuts down, all thoughts dissipating, and the last to linger are hopes of Emily being her savior yet again. And then her mind just quits- and Alison, fully traumatized, stares blankly ahead. And all hope in her is lost.
X
"So I just called the police station," Spencer comes back into the apartment with a grim look. The other four turn to look at her anxiously. Hanna is sitting on Emily's lap playing with her hair while Aria makes soup for them as it's quite late already and the brunette hasn't eaten. Cece pours over Spencer's files, trying to find something of use.
"And?" Hanna asks impatiently.
"Apparently he was fired yesterday," she tells them slowly. "I convinced the officer on the phone to tell me why-"
"Isn't that confidential?" Cece interrupts.
"I have my ways," Spencer says without missing a beat. "Anyway so he was fired because that psychiatrist I saw came forward and proved he altered a super important legal document that would have prevented him from being hired in the first place anyway."
"So he's probably on a raging rampage," Cece says frustrated as she continues to look down and pour over the files.
"He wants revenge, and I'm guessing he's going to take his anger out on Alison."
"We have to find her before she ends up dead," Emily says, her voice hoarse. Hanna cradles her head and pulls it into her chest, hugging her best friend and hoping to God that they find the new blonde she'd taken a liking to.
"I don't think you have to worry about her being dead so soon," Spencer says grimly. "He's going to torture her, and make her suffer. He picks victims that are weak because even though he's physically aggressive, he mentally abuses and manipulates people."
"Yeah, that's why there was never any proof of his abuse years ago," Emily adds and Cece nods.
"But he did. It was awful, and she was different then, she was scared of the world when I met her," Cece comments.
"She's changed, and that angers him because now he has misfortune and she not only has found fortune, but he no longer has her. I wouldn't worry so much about him killing her Em. In high school he did some pretty nasty bullying verbally and mentally. I'd worry because he's going to try and break her."
"Jesus Spencer, be a little more blunt and depressing why don't you?" Aria scolds from the counter as she pours Emily a bowl of soup and puts it in front of her.
"We should go check his house first, even if it's too obvious you never know," Cece says pouring through case files.
"We should split up, it'll be more effective that way," Spencer suggests.
"Fine, Sherlock, you come with me, and you three keep looking through this to see where else he might be," Emily says getting to her feet and Spencer looks at the other girls hesitatingly. The tan brunette frowns. "What?"
"You sure you want to come?"
Emily just gives her a long hard look and Spencer sighs. "Fine. Can you please drink some of the soup first?"
"Alison is being tortured and you want me to drink soup?!"
They all give her a look.
"Just a little," Cece says softly from where she stands at the counter and Emily is caught off guard by the kindness in her voice. "Ali wouldn't want you running around on an empty stomach."
The brunette sighs and sits down, giving in and she scarfs it down while Spencer puts a bag together.
"Uh Spence what is that?" Hanna asks as she watches Spencer pack and unpack.
"It's my dad's," she says slowly as she holds up a small pistol. "He doesn't know I took it. But I figured if worst comes to worst…"
"Good thinking."
"Come on, let's go," Emily says finishing, jumping up, and running to her bedroom to grab a jacket- and then the two are gone.
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I wanted to write a longer editor's note, but I have to make it short cause I wanted to post this before I left for work today! But again I'm loving the reviews, I love keeping people on the edge of their seat :)
And to the people who were concerned about Ali possibly having Wilden's baby or anything like that, don't worry! I can promise I don't even want to write that :p
It sounds conceited but when I get so much response to a chapter, I update a whole lot faster (but it's not on purpose I swear, I just feel obligated to when like 20 people are telling me to update asap and all that) soo :3 jus sayin. love you guys! xx