(LONG) AUTHORS NOTE: hello! My how I've missed you all! Like seriously! Sorry it's been so long, thank you all so much for asking about my vacation I had a lovely time thank you! It took me a while when I got back to write this update because I had to read through everything I'd written and make sure it was all fresh in my mind again! And don't you worry I told you guys I'd never abandon this story and I won't :) trust me! This is my baby and I'd never leave it lol and I wouldn't leave you guys! Thank you so so much for being so patient I know it's hard to wait for updates! You guys left me some really really kind comments while I was away thank you all so much you have no idea how nice they were to read you really are too kind to me! I'm so glad you're all enjoying the story I know it's long but there's still a lot more to come so I hope you guys don't mind it getting longer lol! I have so much more to write for you guys! There is so much more content still to come and I really hope you guys are still around after that hiatus! I really did miss you all! I'm quite worried about posting this next chapter just because I know it's been a while I hope you guys didn't all leave lol! It's only an average length chapter but I wanted to ease you guys back into the story!

This next chapter sort of marks the season five emison scenes point so I'd consider it the half way mark even though I'm not sure exactly how many chapters the story will take to reach the end but it's far from over! This chapter is called stay, and I wanted to really get into some scenes involving all the girls and I thought it was about damn time Ali actually spoke to them all! The story is quite off canon now but in the show we know who A is etc so I thought it was okay to mix it up a bit! Don't worry I'll still be doing scenes from the show! Please let me know your thoughts it's been so long since I last spoke to you guys and I hope you're all still there! I really did miss you all and honestly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all for your reviews you really do help me immensely! Anyways it's great to be back! Xx

CECE AND ALISON

"Just keep your head down and be quiet!" Cece yelled. She revved the car as hard as she could, and gripped the steering wheel tightly. Wind whipped through the car from the open drivers side window as Cece looked back to check the road behind her.

"I told you! She's not following us! She's back there with Emily, still!" Ali yelled back, raising her head slightly. She was crouched on the front seat of Cece's car, trying to keep as low as possible so that she couldn't be seen. "Just keep your eyes on the road!"

Cece pushed on the top of Ali's head, shoving her back down as low as she could. Alison made a slight noise of discomfort.

"Ow!" Ali protested as she clung to the side of the seat to steady herself.

"I said get down, didn't I?" Cece retorted irritably. "Do you wanna be seen?" She moved her hand back to the steering wheel. Ali glanced at Cece's knuckles, and noticed how white they were from where she was gripping the wheel so tightly. Cece tossed her hair back, trying to keep the wind from blowing it in her face.

"She was already in there when Emily got there!" Alison argued. "You must have been mistaken!" She shouted over the roar of the wind, and the engine.

"I'm not mistaken, Ali." Cece answered with a dark glance towards the rear view mirror.

Cece's cautiousness was starting to unnerve Alison, who was still reeling from her confrontation with Emily in the warehouse.

"Well you must be! I'm telling you, Spencer pounced out of the shadows like a little ninja! There is no way she followed you up there with Emily. She must have been in there with me the whole time…" She trailed off. "She must have followed me inside the first time you dropped me off…or we would have heard her come in." She added.

She was sure that she had heard a noise while she was waiting for Emily to show up. At first she thought the darkness of the room was just getting to her. She did have the tendency to be a little paranoid, after all. But as the time passed, she had begun to really believe that someone else was in the room with her.

God if she was in there the whole time…then how much did she hear? How much did she see? She seemed shocked to see me, though. So did she know I was in there...or not? Has someone else been following me?

Cece sighed. She carefully considered her next words, and Ali could see the hesitation on her face before she spoke. "Listen, Ali. There's something I need to tell you." She said quietly. Ali noticed the nervousness in her voice as she glanced again into the rear view mirror. Cece pressed a button on the steering wheel, closing the window, which made it easier for Alison to hear her.

"Yeah?" Ali said shakily. "What?" She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her back begun to cramp from being in such an uncomfortable position.

"It's…" Cece trailed off, and sighed again. She frowned.

"What?" Ali asked. "What is it? You're starting to really freak me out." There's something really bothering her.

"It's not Spencer. I know it's not. She's not the one following us. When I was parked waiting for you to come out, I saw another car parked just inside the woods. I didn't notice it at first but from where I was parked, I could just make out the outline of it inside the tree line. Before I could do anything, you came tearing out of there and into the car. When you told me about Spencer having followed me, I thought it might be her car." She took a deep breath and glanced worriedly at Ali. "But when we pulled away…I saw something else."

"What? What do you mean you saw something else?" Ali asked nervously. What the hell is she talking about?

"I saw…I saw a shadow. A person. When we pulled out of the parking lot, I saw someone exit through the back of the warehouse. I couldn't make out what they looked like, they were dressed in black. They ran straight towards the car in the woods. Someone was in there with you, Ali. But it wasn't Spencer." Cece said darkly.

"And you think…you think that person is following us now?" Ali asked tentatively.

"No…I don't know. Maybe." Cece answered carefully. She glanced towards Ali with a wary look in her eyes. "All I know is…there was no way it was Spencer. There wasn't time...whoever I saw left at the same time as you, and by what you said, you got out before the girls did."

"They definitely would have taken longer to leave. I went through a different door. It took me straight to the parking lot. If Spencer or Emily had followed me that closely, they would have seen me leaving with you. It would have taken them longer to get out. Besides, you saw only one person, and neither of those two were dressed in black. Whoever you saw was in there with me." Ali breathed in a shocked voice. She had been getting the impression that something had been off for quite a while. There had been strange flashes…noises…and just a feeling of being watched that she hadn't been able to shake. The information Cece had just given her was the last thing her already paranoid mind needed. Her hands shook against the car seat.

"I did think…I thought…maybe there was somebody there. But when I saw Spencer, I thought the noises I was hearing must have been her. I don't know…I didn't see anyone, but there was just this…feeling." Ali admitted.

"Well! If you weren't so busy feeling up Emily then you might have noticed more!" Cece said sarcastically.

Alison gave her a dark look. "I wasn't…"

"Save it, Ali." Cece interrupted, and Alison knew it was no good trying to deny it.

"I don't like this. Who would have followed me there? Who was watching me?" Ali asked. Who the hell is sneaking around in the shadows?

"It'll be alright." Cece said with resolve. "We will find out who it is. And why they were there. I promise. Nobody comes between me and my sister." She gave Ali a warm smile, but Alison could see she was faking calmness. Ali tried to return the smile, but the fear in her heart prevented any genuine exchange.

EMILY FIELDS AND SPENCER HASTINGS

Emily stared angrily out of the car window, her head turned as far away from Spencer as she could get it without giving herself a pulled muscle in her neck.

"Are you going to do this the whole way there? You have to talk to me at some point, Em." Spencer said irritably.

Emily refused to answer.

"Fine." Spencer huffed. "Then I'll talk."

Please don't. I don't want to listen to your annoying voice. I might just put your head through the window. I had one chance to talk to Ali properly! And you ruined it! Emily thought angrily.

"I know you're mad at me. I get it, okay. But I was trying to help you." Spencer said. "I thought she might…I just thought she might be after money or something. I thought she would manipulate you. I just wanted to check if you were okay."

What? By lying to me. I specifically told you to let me deal with it. Now she's run away again. It's all your fault. Emily stayed quiet, but her thoughts were making it hard not to bite back. She didn't want to argue with Spencer but she knew it was inevitable. She had reluctantly got into Spencer's car on the premise that Spencer knew where Ali was. She still hadn't told her why, or how she knew where Ali would be, and Emily was having a hard time not asking. She didn't want to give in and speak to Spencer. She wanted her to know how angry she was.

A stormy silence fell over the car, and Emily looked out into the blackness of the night as Spencer sped towards town. At the speed they were going, she knew it wouldn't be long before they caught up to Cece's car. Then again, the way Cece drove, maybe she'd already be on the other side of town, taking Ali as far away from Rosewood as possible. Emily didn't know, but her anxiety was at full throttle. She needed to see Ali and explain what had happened.

Emily couldn't help but touch her lips, the memory of Alison's bruising kiss seared sharply onto her brain. She absently ran her finger along her bottom lip as she remembered the way Ali had pulled her roughly against her own body, and her eyes automatically closed. She sighed deeply. Her mind raced with the images of a thousand ways that kiss could have continued had it not been interrupted, and her anger finally boiled over. Her eyes snapped open, and she turned her head towards Spencer.

"What gives you the right to follow me around in the shadows, spying on me?" She shouted. "What gives you the right to follow her? To not trust her? Where do you get off sneaking around doing everything your own way, thinking you're always right?" She yelled, gesturing wildly with her hands.

Spencer rolled her eyes, as if she had been anticipating the outburst. She tilted her head in Emily's direction. "It speaks." She said flatly, without making eye contact.

"WELL!" Emily yelled.

"What is it with her, Em!" Spencer yelled back. She smacked her hands against the steering wheel. "What is it about her that you like so much? Why is it that the second she snaps her fingers you come running? You lose all cognitive brain function when it comes to that girl! Why can't you see what she's really like? What did she do to get you to believe whatever little story she's come up with? Did she kiss you? Is that it? Go on! Tell me I'm wrong." Spencer shouted with a knowing inflection to her voice.

Emily was taken aback. Fuck. Did she see? Did she see the kiss…or not? She's never going to believe me if she saw that kiss. She's always going to think Ali is just using me. She'll never understand it. I don't even know if I understand why she kissed me. But that kiss…it seemed so genuine at the time…

"By your lack of an answer I take that as a yes." Spencer said smugly.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Emily responded. She didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah? Well I think I do. I think you're so blindly in love with her that you'll listen to whatever she says." Spencer huffed.

"I'm not! And just how much did you see while you were creeping about in the dark?" Emily asked.

"I didn't see anything!" Spencer answered irritably. "I only heard half of the conversation…but it was enough. I heard her say she doesn't trust us. What reason could she have not to trust us, Em? Aren't we her friends too?" Spencer bargained for Emily to hear her reasoning. "Why would she go to you, and you alone? If she's not trying to get something out of you…then why just you?"

So she didn't see the kiss. She's just testing me. Emily let out a frustrated breath. "Why can't you just trust me. Ali and I…we have a bond. It's complicated…" She trailed off.

"It's only complicated because she's had you wrapped round her little finger for so long that you actually believe her lies, Emily. I'm sorry, but I don't see why she couldn't just be honest with all of us about what happened." Spencer's voice had calmed a little bit. "I know she might show you affection…but don't let that distract you from the truth." She said seriously.

"She didn't…she just…" Emily murmured, but couldn't finish her sentence. She did show me affection, though. I just don't know what it means. Every time Spencer gets in my head like this I can't think straight. When I'm with Ali…it feels so real.

Emily decided to change the course of the conversation. "How did you even know where she was? Where she'd be? How do you know where to go to find her now?" She asked.

"I've been waiting for Ali to show up for a while, the same as you have. When you told me you'd keep me updated, and you didn't, I decided to check things out for myself. Her house is right next to mine, remember. There's no way she'd be in town and not check it out. I knew if I waited long enough she would have to show up there at some point. So I waited. I watched. Eventually, I saw a blonde girl leave her house through a panel that leads into the basement. She was carrying something, but I couldn't see what. At first, I thought it was Alison, so I followed. When I saw her get into that convertible, I realised it wasn't Ali. It was some other girl, but she had to be in Alison's house for a reason, right? So I followed the car to an apartment just outside of town, and bingo, there she was, waiting at the door for the blonde girl. Ali welcomed her inside with a hug. Like she was an old friend. That's when I realised Ali wasn't here alone. Whoever that girl is…she…"

"Her name is Cece Drake." Emily interrupted.

"Well this Cece person is shacked up with Alison and is doing a damn good job of hiding her, too. If I hadn't seen her leaving Ali's house I never would have found where she was. They have the apartment rented under Cece's name, and Ali never leaves. Cece does everything for her. When she drove Alison up to that warehouse I knew it was to meet you. You never told us a word, but I knew." Spencer sounded slightly annoyed.

"I didn't tell you because I wanted to talk to her by myself." Emily challenged. "Not with a thousand ears listening in."

"You need someone to watch out for you when you're with her. You can think what you like, but you do." Spencer stated.

"I don't need you deciding what I do and don't need. What I needed was to do things my way for a change. Not yours!"

Spencer finally snapped. She gripped the steering wheel tightly as she pressed down on the gas hard.

"Emily! We've done things your way this entire time! When she first went missing we looked for her everywhere with you! We let you draw up those maps…run around in the woods all night…we let you do everything you wanted to find her and we didn't tell your mother a god damned thing! We didn't even go to the police when she came back! That was because of you! For fuck sake! We should have told someone the second we saw her again! But we didn't! We let you have your way! I'm done with this Ali thing. You're not the only one who has been put through hell! Do you have any idea how hard it's been trying to pick you back up after what happened? It was bad enough that my friend was dead…our friend was dead…but you…you were the hardest part of it all. I watched what it did to you. I watched you crumble…and fall apart. It was like watching two friends die, Em. It wasn't just Ali that was gone…you went away too." Spencer's voice broke, and for the first time, Emily felt bad.

"I…" Emily started, but she didn't know what to say.

Spencer shook her head. "Watching you go through all that…we didn't know what to do, Emily. We didn't know how to deal with it. We let you have things your way because we thought it might help you. Now that she's back, I just…I care for you. We all do. I worry that you'll get hurt again, and I don't know if I can watch that happen. I don't know if I can see you in that much pain again. It broke my heart." She said sincerely. Emily could see the tears welling in Spencer's eyes, and she could see how much her friend was trying to stay composed.

"I'm sorry." Emily whispered. And she was sorry. She knew she had been an emotional wreck, and worse, still, she knew that her friends had felt helpless over what to do with her. She didn't know the details of what had happened to Ali, or what Alison really needed from her, but she felt in her heart that their exchange had been genuine. She could see that Spencer's anger and over protectiveness had come from a place of love, though, and she felt her anger recede.

"I know this hasn't been easy for you guys. It's hard to explain…but I really feel like I need to talk to her. I feel she needs to talk to me…" Emily sighed. "I know you're worried…but there's something going on with her, Spence. I've never seen her this way. I've never seen her this afraid…"

Emily looked down at her hands, and felt absolutely at a loss. What am I doing? What am I doing to everyone around me? She is the center or my world, Spencer's right. But I don't think that will ever change. I do love her. Even if this is all a trick…I'd still go along with it…just to see. Maybe I'm just weak.

Emily heard Spencer take a shallow breath. She seemed to have calmed down a little.

"To be honest…I agree." Spencer admitted. "I mean, I still don't trust her, and I still worry…but from what I heard…there's something bigger going on. I could tell from how desperate she was. The way she clung to you…"

Emily's eyes widened. "I thought you said you didn't see anything." She said, shocked.

"I didn't." Spencer smirked.

CECE AND ALISON

The door slammed with a frantic bang as the two girls raced into their new apartment.

"Grab your stuff, let's go." Cece ordered.

Ali ran her hands through her hair and stared desperately around the room.

Fuck. This is all so fucked up. I can't believe this is happening. I can't run again. But if I can't trust Emily…then who can I trust? It's only me and Cece. I can't stay with her forever. I can't come back here, either. How can I tell the police what happened? Nobody will believe me. They'll think I just ran away. They'll tell my parents, and then they'll come back here. I can't see them. I can't.

"Alison. Get out of your head. We need to get going. If anybody followed us, then they won't be far behind." Cece instructed, opening the closet and throwing a large duffel back in Alison's direction. It landed in front of her feet with a loud thud.

"Who do you think it was? Do you think it could have been some drunk? Some homeless person, maybe? Do you think they really saw me? Would they even know who I was? Maybe they didn't see me! Maybe they won't know who I am…maybe they won't tell…" Ali panicked.

"A homeless person with a car? I don't think so. Someone saw you, Ali, and if you're serious about your parents not finding out you're alive then I suggest we get moving. Regardless, if whoever was in that warehouse doesn't tell, then Spencer sure will. Now move your ass." Cece said frantically. She moved about the room in a blur of blonde hair and hurried movements as the four walls swirled around Alison. She felt like the entire apartment was spinning. She hadn't even had time to process her conversation with Emily, let alone anything else.

"I can't deal with this." Ali said quietly, almost to herself. She felt her stomach churn as a sick feeling crept over her.

"What?" Cece said, her arms full of clothes. She dumped them unceremoniously into the black bag at Alison's feet. She looked up at her friend. "Alison?" She asked again, finally noticing her friends distress.

"I can't. I can't run any more." Ali admitted in an almost inaudible voice.

She had known it for a while, since before the warehouse, even. Seeing Emily again had just confirmed it. She just couldn't leave. The thought of leaving the brunette again turned her heart to stone. The only way she would run, was if Emily came with her, and she knew she couldn't ask that of her. She didn't care who had been following her, or if the police found out she was alive, or even if her parents did too, in that moment. As she felt the room turn around her while she stood still, she came to a jarring conclusion within herself. She couldn't leave Emily.

"Ali…if you don't want to leave, then I don't know what to do." Cece stated, and it was the first time Alison could see that Cece had also reached a dead end. She had always run away, and the two girls were finally out of options. Cece knew as well as she did that they would have to face the consequences of both of their actions. Cece had hidden Ali for so long, that she was probably in an equal amount of trouble. If the police found out that Alison was alive, then Cece would be called in for questioning.

"I don't know what to do either. I just know that this is it. There's nowhere left to go." Ali said sadly. And I can't go back to Ravenswood. Not to that apartment. All that blood…that red door…that isolation…

"I can keep you safe, I can…" Cece started, but she was out of ideas. They'd been seen by far too many people to just disappear again. Even if they left now, if Spencer and the girls told the police that Ali was alive, then they'd never be able to run far enough to escape the manhunt that would follow. Once the media got hold of the story, too, It would be only a matter of time before the police tracked them down.

"God, what have I done." Ali brought her hands up to her hair, and screwed her face up in distress.

"Hey…" Cece said, moving closer to the blonde. She put both her hands on Alison's shoulders and squeezed affectionately. "It's me and you, kid. You're not alone. Whatever happens, I'm here with you."

Alison was eternally grateful for her friend, but she couldn't allow her to take the fall with her. "No…" She croaked. "You can't be here when the police catch me. You can't get in trouble for this. You've done nothing but try and help me. I won't let them blame you for what I did."

"You didn't do anything, Ali! This was all done to you! And I chose to help you. I'm not leaving you. I promised I would always be there for you, and I swear, I will be. I'm staying right here, okay." Cece soothed. She pulled Ali into a tight hug.

Suddenly, the door to the apartment was rocked by three loud bangs. The two girls jumped apart, startled by the noise. They stared at the closed door. Alison's heart pounded in her chest.

"Ali." Emily's voice rang out from the other side of the door, and Alison found herself frozen in place.

"Alison!" The voice came again, followed by more loud rapping on the door. This time Ali could hear more than one person knocking at once.

Ali went to call out, but her voice suddenly evaporated. Her throat was dry from nerves, and she looked to Cece with a strained expression. She cleared her throat, and reached a shaky hand out towards the door. This is it. If you let them in, you have to tell them everything. Then it's over. The running is over. There's nothing more you can do.

Ali took a few tentative steps forward, and settled her hand on the door handle. She turned it sharply, and yanked it open as wide as it would go.

EMILY AND SPENCER

Shock was not the right word. Emily could see it written all over Spencer's face. It was the first time since the cemetery that Spencer had seen Alison properly, and up close, and her face was a picture of surprise. The two girls sat opposite the two blondes on the double bed in the corner of the apartment. Since opening the door, Alison hadn't said a single word, and neither had her friend Cece. Ali had stood shaken and distraught in the doorway as Cece had ushered them quietly inside, and they had moved across the room towards the bed, where they had all sat down in silence.

Part of the reason for the lack of communication came from the sheer fact that Alison looked as if she was going to faint at any moment, and Emily was far too busy watching her to speak a single word. She felt great concern flood through her as she took in Alison's clear panic, and remembered back to the warehouse when she had had to calm her down. The last thing she wanted to do was set off another panic attack.

Emily was quite surprised at Spencer. She had seemed so angry at Ali in the car on the way over. She had thought the first thing Spencer would do when she saw Ali was start screaming. To her credit, she hadn't. She seemed to gauge the seriousness of the situation as soon as they had entered the room, and wisely, she kept her mouth shut. Emily was equally surprised at Cece. The girl always seemed so confident, so cocky. Gone was the girl that Emily had been with earlier. In her place sat someone clearly frightened, and deeply nervous. The two blondes looked as if they had been backed into a corner after a particularly hard fight, and Emily could see that they had finally given up. She had expected Cece to grab Ali's hand and bolt past her to speed off into the night in her convertible; but when it hadn't happened, and she had let Emily and Spencer inside so willingly, Emily realised that it was over. It was finally time to talk things over properly. She crossed her legs next to Alison, and waited for a knock at the door.

When it came, it was soft, and tentative, and didn't startle the silence as much as Emily thought it would. She eyed Alison cautiously, who was staring at the door with a fearful expression. Cece stood up, and looked frantically between the door and the window, as if calculating an escape route.

Emily hadn't told Alison she had called Hanna and Aria, but she felt like they should be there, too. They were part of it all, after all, and if they were going to have it all out…then they deserved to hear it, too. She knew it wouldn't take them long to get to the apartment, and she had called them in the car on the way over.

Spencer was right about one thing. When it came to Ali, Emily did need help. She couldn't just keep trying to deal with it on her own, and for Alison's sake, she wanted to show her that she had all their support. She needed Alison to know that she had friends she could turn to, and that there was no reason to keep running away.

Alison finally spoke, and when she did, it was with a voice laced with a deep hurt. She turned to Emily with a pained expression. "You called the police." She whispered, her eyes flickered back to the door. Her wide blue eyes watered, and she frowned in confusion.

"No." Emily said quietly, trying to reassure her that things were still okay. "It's Hanna and Aria. I called them. Just trust me, okay. I'll let them in." She noticed Ali take in a relieved breath.

Cece sat down on the bed next to Alison and put a comforting arm around her shoulder. Emily moved towards the door quickly. She opened it quietly, looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and pulled Aria and Hanna inside the room. She closed the door behind them and leaned back against it with a careful glance towards the bed.

"Well…this is…a surprise…" Hanna stated. She looked around the now crowded room in bewilderment. She strode over to an armchair next to the bed and perched herself on top of the arm rest. She lay her bag down on the floor.

"Hey…Ali." Aria said kindly. She looked as if she didn't know what to do with herself. She stood in the center of the room, and fidgeted with her fingers. She shifted her feet a little, and looked for a place to sit.

Emily walked up next to Aria and glanced around at the faces of her friends. It was clear that nobody was in a hurry to start speaking first.

"Well…now that we're all here…" Emily murmured, crossing her arms gracefully.

"We can find out why we're here." Spencer finished pointedly. Her steely glare was back.

"Ali…you don't have to talk to them if you don't want to." Cece cut in. She still had her arm around Alison's shoulder. The blonde was glancing from Hanna, to Aria, to Spencer with a nervous look in her eyes.

"What is there to say?" Ali whispered. She sounded broken.

Emily moved immediately towards the bed. Ali's pain was like a magnet to her body, she just couldn't stay away. She never thought she would think it, but she almost preferred the cold side of Alison to this girl in front of her now. She just looked so vulnerable. It was a side to Ali that she hadn't even realised existed. She noted Cece's close proximity to Alison and immediately wished they could switch places. She wanted to be the one comforting her, not this new girl.

But she isn't new. Is she? She knows far more than I do about what happened. Far more than any of us…

Hanna had been quiet for far too long. She spoke, finally, with a weary look on her face. "How about the truth. Now. We've been running around after you for two years, you owe us that." She said with determination, but not unkindness. It was just the truth. It was clear from her tone that everyone had had enough. Hanna shifted a little from her place on the edge of the arm rest. Aria moved across the room and sat down on the chair. Hanna scooted over slightly to give her more room.

Ali looked glumly down at her hands. Emily could almost feel her pain through the look on her face.

Come on. Come on, Ali. Don't shut down. I know you can do this. Emily thought. This is it. It's time. But first…I need her to trust me.

"Listen, Ali…I didn't know Spencer was in the warehouse, okay. I just need you to know that." Emily said shakily. She wasn't sure how much trust still remained between her and Alison after their heated exchange, but she hoped the blonde would believe her.

Cece gave Emily an irritated look. "Really?" She said sarcastically.

"Yes!" Emily answered, ignoring Cece and gesturing towards Ali. "I promise you. I wouldn't do that to you. You told me to come alone, and I did. I swear." She knelt down at the edge of the bed and tried to catch Ali's eye.

Fuck. She's never going to believe me. Please. Just look at me.

"She's telling the truth. I followed you there." Spencer interrupted. All pairs of eyes snapped up to look at Spencer. "She didn't tell me anything."

"You followed me?" Cece asked quizzically. She saw Cece glance at Alison with a look that Emily knew had more behind it than she was letting on.

"I followed you from here. I saw you take Alison to the warehouse. I waited there for you to get Emily." Spencer stated. "I knew you'd get Emily." She added, with an irritable tone.

"Will you stop with the comments!" Emily snapped. "Yes! She wanted to talk to me! Get over it!"

"Well it's a little hard, Em. The rest of us have no idea what's going on and to be honest it's a little hurtful that she doesn't trust us!" Spencer mimicked Alison's tone in the warehouse, and Ali whipped her head towards her.

"And why do you think I don't trust you!" Ali yelled. "Emily told you to stay away and you came anyway! How can you trust someone who never listens!" Her expression was furious.

"You're one to talk about trust! You spend two years pretending to be dead and then just pop up again like the whole world revolves around you, ordering people around in the middle of the night to have secret meetings with you when nobody has any clue what's going on!" Spencer yelled.

Cece stood up from the bed, giving Emily the chance to steal her place next to Ali. She quickly sat down next to the blonde, and made sure she was as close as possible.

"That's enough!" Cece shouted at Spencer. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Why don't you shut up and let her tell you what happened. Maybe then you won't be such a know it all."

"Know it all! We know nothing!" Spencer waved her arm angrily in Ali's direction.

"Jon snow." Hanna giggled quietly in the corner from her place on the chair. Aria turned to her with a confused look. "Sorry…I make jokes when I'm nervous." Hanna muttered, shrinking down against the back of the chair.

Alison took a deep breath. "Guys…I can't do this while we're all yelling at each other. It's hard enough to talk about it as it is."

Emily placed a hand softly on Alison's knee. "It'll be alright. I promise." She murmured. They'll calm down soon. This was bound to happen at first.

Ali looked up at her with affection, and the two girls stared at each other for far longer than they should have. Emily tried to look as convincing as possible. "I really didn't tell Spencer. I didn't know. I promise you, Ali. I didn't know." Emily pleaded with her.

"It's okay, Em. I know." Ali said quietly.

Ali have a small smile, the only one Emily had seen cross her features since entering the room, and she returned it. She knew Ali believed her. The relief was startling, and she squeezed Alison's knee a little harder. She could feel Hanna's gaze on the back of her neck, and pulled her hand back quickly.

"Well I think we have a reason to yell at you. You pretended you were dead. That's not just something you shrug off, Alison." Spencer said sharply.

"I'm not shrugging it off! I know what I did! I know I hurt you guys, okay. But you have no idea! This is about me, okay. It's something really serious that happened to me…and it's not been easy! You have no clue how I feel about this! I can't think about how you guys feel right now. I'm sorry I just can't. I can't deal with the feelings in my head and all of yours as well. I have too much of my own shit to deal with." Ali protested.

"Wow. Your superiority complex hasn't dimmed at all, has it?" Spencer snipped.

"That's not what I mean!" Ali retorted. "I just mean that it's…it's hard to talk about…" Her voice shook as it trailed off.

"Well try." Spencer said coldly.

Emily had had enough. "Will you two just stop! Spencer, she's never going to open up if you keep attacking her!" She said defensively.

"And she's never going to be honest if you keep coddling her, Emily! She's not a baby! She's a grown up who got herself in some pretty grown up shit so let her face the consequences. Out with it, Ali, now!" Spencer ordered.

Cece laughed darkly. "You're the last one that should be angry. This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for your family." She said under her breath. It wasn't quite quiet enough, though. She realised her mistake as soon as she said it.

"What?" Aria asked. She had been the least talkative, but by no means the least observant.

"What are you talking about? What the fuck does this have to do with me." Spencer asked.

Emily was confused. She looked to Alison for an answer, but the blonde had averted her eyes. "Ali…what's this about? What started all this?" She asked carefully.

Cece looked at Alison apologetically, but Ali just closed her eyes, and sighed with a sad smile. "Here we go." She whispered. "Spencer…Jason is your brother."

TEN MINUTES LATER

Aria and Hanna had taken a firm backseat in the discussion, deciding that the whole series of events really didn't include them much at all, and were quite happy to stay in the background with no attention directed at them. The whole conversation had been shocking. They had been told the story of the documents that Alison had found, and Spencer wasn't taking it very well at all.

"I don't believe you. They can't have…he wouldn't. They wouldn't hide something like this." Spencer argued.

"Well they can. They did. And Jason is your brother. So I don't know what else to tell you, Spence." Ali said quietly.

Spencer shook her head. "I don't believe you."

"It's true. It's what started all this." Cece added. "Sorry, kid, but you're going to have to get over it. Daddy had an affair with Mrs D and nine months later out popped Jason. Men are pigs." She said matter-of-factly.

Spencer shook her head in disbelief, but Emily could see the wheels in her head turning as she processed the information. Emily wasn't as shocked to hear about Jason as the other girls were. She had spent a lot of time in Alison's house, far more than the others, and she knew that the relationship between Ali's parents wasn't as glittery and perfect as it seemed from the outside. Emily had been to Ali's house hundreds of times, and only a handful of those had she seen Mr and Mrs Dilaurentis together. They were always apart, and Alison's dad always had a coldness to him that Emily couldn't place. She wasn't surprised that Jessica Dilaurentis had had an affair.

Spencer was quiet for a moment, and stared down at the floor with a frown. "The arguments about the garden all the time…the boundary line. They never got on. Our families couldn't stand each other…" She was starting to piece it together.

"It wasn't just the garden, Spence. It went deeper than that. That was just something they could all take it out on each other with. A distraction to stop them arguing over the real issue." Alison said pointedly.

"Jason is my brother." Spencer said flatly.

Alison nodded, and Emily could see that she was absolutely telling the truth.

God…that means Spencer and Alison are almost sisters in some strange way. This is insane.

Spencer got up suddenly, and walked to the other side of the room. She sat down on the floor, and put her head in her hands.

"You alright?" Aria asked tentatively. Spencer nodded, but Emily could see she was far too lost in her own thoughts to concentrate on anything else. This was something that would take Spencer some time to get her head around.

"So what happened next? After you found the papers?" Aria asked, and Emily saw Alison look immediately to Cece.

Alison's blonde friend nodded slightly, as if giving her permission to speak. Emily had never seen Alison look so in need of help. She had always been so assertive, so confident. This particular subject, however, was something she was clearly deeply struggling with. Emily felt a pang of jealousy towards Cece in that moment. It was as if Ali couldn't find the courage to open up unless Cece gave her some support, and she wished it was her that Ali would look to instead.

"After I found the papers…I confronted my father." Ali said quietly. She swallowed nervously and shifted on the bed. Emily tried to catch her eye again, but she still wouldn't look at her.

"And what did he say? I bet he wasn't happy you knew about it." Hanna joined in.

"No…no he wasn't." Ali murmured in an almost inaudible voice. Her hands trembled, and Emily could see that her whole body had started to shake slightly. "He wasn't happy at all." She whispered.

Emily didn't know how she knew. She just did. It was one of those moments in life that takes you by surprise. One second you're on one track, and the next, something veers you off course. It can happen in only a second, or it can happen over a long period of time. For Emily, it hit her all at once. It might have been something in the way Alison said the words, or it might have been the way she wouldn't hold her gaze. Whatever it was that made it click inside Emily's brain seemed irrelevant in that moment. All that mattered was the truth, and Emily knew it. She knew it as if it had been there all along, and she felt her heart drop into her stomach. She watched the way Ali's eyes flickered, as if they didn't know where to look, and she saw the shaking of her hands as she tried to steady them, and Emily felt herself grow cold. In those few seconds, Alison's entire personality suddenly seemed to make perfect sense. The realisation of why she was the way she was, became as clear as crystal. It was obvious really, and she didn't know how she could have missed it before.

The way she never used to want to go home…her control over other people…her personality switches…the bruises…her confidence…it was all because of that. She never spoke a word of it, but it was right in front of me the whole time. Her father. Her father was the problem all along. She was in pain, and she took it out on others. What did he do to her?

"Oh my god." Emily felt sick. "Ali…"

Ali looked up at Emily with tears about to spill from her eyes. Emily knew she was right the second their eyes met, and Alison knew she had figured it out. Emily felt a huge rush of guilt shoot through her body. How could I not have known? Why didn't she tell me?

"You could have come to me…" Emily soothed. "I would have…"

"What, Em? There's nothing you could have done." Alison said in a strained voice, trying hard to hold back her tears.

"How long…has it…." Emily reached for Ali's hand.

"What? Been going on for? I don't remember a time when it wasn't happening." Ali stated sadly. Emily felt for her hand on the bedcovers and placed her own on top of it. Alison's fingers were ice cold.

"Wait…I'm confused…what are you two talking about. I don't get it." Hanna said in an irritated voice. Aria looked equally as uninformed.

Emily didn't know what to say. She was still in shock. She looked over towards where Spencer was slumped against the wall. She was listening to the conversation, but Emily knew she was still in shock from the earlier revelation.

Alison blinked rapidly as the tears fell from her eyes. Cece folded her arms and looked sadly at her friend.

"It was my father. He did this to me." Ali said in a hushed tone. "He's the reason…the reason I ran away." She admitted. She closed her eyes and wiped the tears away from her face with her spare hand. Emily clutched the other one tightly.

"Oh." Hanna said, frowning. Aria looked over at Ali's distressed appearance, and Emily knew that they had understood the implication of her words.

What did he do to her?

"Alison, are you alright. You don't have to continue if you don't want to." Cece said kindly. "We can still leave."

Emily's head shot up. "No. She's not going anywhere." She held tightly onto Alison's hand, and felt the blonde squeeze her fingers. She's not leaving.

"We'll help you, Ali. I promise. Just…just tell me." Emily pleaded. "Just tell me what happened that night."

TEN MINUTES LATER

There wasn't a dry eye in the room. Everyone had listened to Alison's story in absolute silence so far. She had only managed to get as far as the argument with her dad at the dinner table, and what he'd done to her, but she had had to stop talking to compose herself numerous times already. Every time she would need to pause, Emily would rub her back, or move her thumb across the top of Alison's hand in a comforting gesture, and she would calm down, and continue.

Emily could feel the hatred for Kenneth Dilaurentis boiling up inside of her. She had never hated someone before, but after hearing what he had done to Alison…how he had hit her…she wanted to kill him. Ali had told them that it happened at least two or three times a week. It took everything in Emily's power not to pick up the phone and call the police herself. Worse, still…was the revelation that Alison's mother had done nothing to stop it from happening. All those years…all that time, and she had let it continue. Emily could see why Alison didn't know which one she hated most: the one who had been hurting her, or the one who had allowed it to happen willingly.

No wonder she kept a secret diary. She must have been scared to death that he'd read it. Everything about her was born from fear. I never knew the real her. She tried to show me…she wanted me to read that diary and I didn't. I should have. Maybe then I would have dealt with all this differently.

Emily knew that Alison was about to tell the part of the story that she dreaded hearing the most, but she had already figured most of it out. When the words left her mouth, Emily wasn't surprised. Finally, after all this time she could understand why Alison had run.

"He was holding a whiskey glass. He grabbed me…and I didn't know what to do." She held Emily's hand tightly. "Then... he hit me with the glass in his hand." Ali continued. "I didn't feel it at first…it was so fast…" She trailed off, reaching up to absently touch the back of her head with the hand that wasn't underneath Emily's. "It felt like…it felt like a thousand knives digging into my skull." She whispered, her voice taking her mind to a distant place. "But at the same time…it didn't hurt. It was just…final. The glass…it went everywhere…"

Emily could see the memories flickering across her pained expression, and she wanted to take them away. She wanted to take them all away.

"I don't know how long I was out for…I just remember…a black nothingness. Cold. There was blood, I think. I don't know." Ali frowned, trying to recall her memories in the right order. Emily felt physically sick.

"Then…" Ali continued. "I woke up." She swallowed hard and Emily leaned forward.

"Where...in the house?" Aria asked, her voice sad and small. She felt terribly sorry for Alison.

"In the ground." Ali said flatly. It was almost an expressionless voice, but Emily wasn't fooled. She could see from the tears in the blondes eyes that this was incredibly difficult for her to speak about.

Emily gasped, as did the rest of the girls. Everyone apart from Cece looked surprised. Alison's friend closed her eyes and shook her head, as if knowing this story already, and finding it hard to hear again.

"He put you in the ground?" Emily exclaimed. Oh my god. No. Please tell me he didn't…he didn't do what I think he did. He couldn't have…he's her father…

"Ali…no. Please no. Don't tell me he did what I think he did. Please. He can't have done that to you…" Emily said desperately. Please no. I can't take hearing this.

Alison's anger and resentment shimmered in her eyes. Her expression went dead, and she gave Emily a look of absolute seriousness. "There isn't a word for what he did to me." She whispered quietly. "He took me out to the woods, and he got rid of me."

"Oh my god." Emily covered her mouth with her hand. No. He buried her. He buried her. No.

"At first everything was just black…I couldn't…I couldn't see. I could barely hear. The dirt…it was crushing me." Alison took a shallow breath, trying to tell her story without crying.

"Your mom…she saw what he did?" Emily asked incredulously. She saw him hit her. Why didn't she help her?

"Why didn't she tell the police?" Hanna asked.

Ali looked into Emily's eyes with the saddest expression the brunette had ever seen. She gave a melancholy smile, and her eyes brimmed with new tears. Emily's heart sank. Please…no. Don't say it, Ali. Oh, God.

"She helped him." Alison laughed, but her laughter quickly gave way to a torrent of tears which flooded down her face as her resolve finally broke. Emily reached out, and pulled Alison into a tight embrace. She held her as close as humanly possible, and never wanted to let go. Ali cried into her shoulder as she wrapped both arms around the blonde. Emily felt her heart break for Ali. Her mother and her father did this to her. This is the most awful thing imaginable. Poor Ali. How the hell can this be fixed. She'll never get over this. She must have felt so abandoned and betrayed.

Ali pulled back and wiped at her eyes. Her voice was thick with emotion. "She thought I was dead." She choked out. "I could hear them talking. I was trying to tell them I was alive. When I first realised she was there…I tried to get her attention." She cried harder, and the girls could hardly understand what she was saying through her anguished voice. "I was screaming…God can't you see me? Can't you see me breathing? Look at me!"

Emily's own tears fell freely from her face as she held on to Alison's hand as tightly as she could. In her entire life, she had never seen someone in so much distress.

"The words couldn't come out…" Ali continued. "I couldn't move."

Fuck. Oh god this is unimaginable. All this time I knew it was serious, but I never thought it could be anything like this. She's broken, she's completely broken. Emily thought. Her heart beat rapidly inside her chest as her emotion threatened to spill over. Alison's vulnerability in that moment scared her. She looked as fragile as glass, and Emily felt as if she was watching her break apart.

Emily's heart couldn't watch Alison cry any more. She reached out, not caring what the others would think, and cupped Alison's cheek with her hand. In that moment…she just needed to touch her. She just needed her to know she was there "Ali…we arehere for you, okay. We are all here for you." She said with as much resolve as she could. She felt Alison's tears under the palm of her hand and wiped them away with her thumb.

"You should have told us. You didn't have to keep this a secret." Aria said from across the room. "We support you all the way, Ali. Always."

Alison looked to Aria with gratitude.

"God…I can't believe your mom buried you alive." Hanna said through her own tears. Her voice was one of disbelief. "What they did to you…is inexcusable."

"Are you sure that she thought you were dead?" Emily asked.

"I don't think they cared at that point. They could have helped me…she could have helped me. She didn't. She let it go too far, and when my father finally snapped…she chose him over me. Wether she knew I was alive or dead when they buried me out in those woods, I stopped being a daughter to her a long time ago. I was dead to her a long long time ago." Ali said with a voice laced with deep sadness.

"How did you get out? If you were buried alive? How'd you get out?" Spencer finally spoke.

"I don't know…" Ali answered honestly. "I thought I was dead for the longest time. When I could finally move again…it was like the dirt was everywhere inside my body. I was…I was choking on it…" She struggled to explain. "I couldn't breathe…the dirt was in my eyes…" She clutched her chest suddenly, her breathing taking an uneven turn. "I…I couldn't breathe…I can't…" Ali took a ragged, strained breath. Her eyes looked to Emily with an expression of alarm. "Em…" She pleaded desperately.

"It's alright. Ali…calm down. It's okay." Emily soothed, moving her hand to Alison's back. "Just breathe. You're okay. You're in a safe place. You don't ever have to go through that again."

Cece looked worried. "Yeah, you know what. Good plan. Let's skip this part of the story. She dug herself out. That's that. She doesn't need to relive it." Alison's friend stated sternly. She walked over to the bed and unfolded her arms. "She's pushed herself too much. That's enough now. Ali, you don't have to explain any more." Cece said sharply. She looked down at her friend with sisterly concern.

Emily nodded in Ali's direction, indicating that Cece was right. She was clearly emotionally exhausted, and Emily didn't want to cause her to panic. She could clearly see now why Alison had been so nervous in the warehouse. The entire story was absolutely traumatic to hear, let alone live through. She didn't know how anyone could have coped with what happened. Ali had always had a strong character though, and Emily was secretly grateful for that fact in that moment. Faced with the same situation herself, she wasn't sure she'd have been able to get through it.

I will keep you safe, Ali. I will make sure you're okay. I will find a way to take away this pain, if it's the last thing I ever do…I'll look after you.

"I'll never be done explaining." Ali said, wiping at her eyes again with her spare hand. The other still clutched tightly to Emily's fingers. "I don't even know where to go from here. What to do…" She looked utterly lost. "I have to get used to telling this story."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Spencer said from the corner of the room. "You have us now. Whatever happens, we are all in this together. We will find a way to deal with it. However you want us to." She looked angry, but not at Alison, for once. Emily was surprised to hear her defend Ali with such conviction. It was a rare thing to hear a good word leave Spencer's lips in regard to the blonde, and to hear her support Ali was even rarer. She was usually the polar opposite opinion to whatever Alison was doing or saying.

Alison looked over at Spencer with surprise, and gratitude. "That means a lot. Thank you." She said with a sincere smile. She seemed to have got over the worst of her breakdown. She was still crying, but it wasn't as frantic, now.

"Ali…" Emily whispered. "What do you want us to to?"

"Right now…nothing. I just…I don't think I can go through this again right now. I know I have to face this, but I don't think I can handle any more tonight." Ali said. "Right now I'm just glad to have you guys back. I missed you so much."

"We missed you too." Aria said. Emily could see where her tears had left mascara tracks down her face, and wondered if her own eyes looked the same. Alison's story had been gut wrenching to hear, and she didn't know how anybody could listen to it and not believe it. There was no way the police would think she was lying. There was just no way anybody could ignore how much pain Ali was clearly in.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

They had decided as a group that they would let Alison take the time she needed to decide what to do. Aria and Hanna would go home, and try and keep an ear out for any sign that people might know Alison was still alive. Emily doubted that they would hear anything. As far as she was aware, the only person who had figured out how to find Alison was Spencer. But Spencer was one of a kind. There shouldn't be any suspicion from anyone else. Nobody had seen Ali at the graveyard and as long as they could keep her hidden, nobody would find out she was back.

Emily knew that there were still a lot of unanswered questions. She knew that the conversation with Alison was far from over, but as she said goodbye to Hanna and Aria at the door, she realised that at least she wouldn't be dealing with it on her own. They would all help Alison. Her heart had broken after hearing Ali's story. This girl…this strong girl, had been reduced to this because of what had been done to her. Emily was livid, but she knew she had to contain it. She had to deal with it the right way, for Alison's sake. She couldn't believe that after two long years of being apart, she had finally found out the reason why Ali had left her behind. Ali hadn't abandoned her. She left because she had no choice. Emily knew that this was undoubtedly the truth. She could see the emotion pouring from Alison's body as she had told her story, and she knew that her actions had all been through genuine fear.

Spencer left the apartment in a daze. Emily was surprised to see her embrace Ali as she left. She didn't think she had ever seen the two of them hug, but there was a kinship there now. There was a reason to be close. Not only did they share a brother, but they also shared the knowledge that no matter what happens, your friends will always be there for you. Despite her anger, and her trust issues with Alison, Spencer had still kept her word. She hadn't told the police, and Emily could see how deeply Alison appreciated that. The two girls parted on good terms, for once. Spencer had offered Emily a lift home, but the brunette had decided to stay for a little bit. There was no part of her that wanted to leave Alison again. She was too afraid she'd lose her for good.

Cece stepped towards the door of the apartment. "I need some air. That was pretty…intense." She said wearily.

Yeah. Intense isn't the word. Emily thought. This whole night has been heartbreaking.

"You gonna be okay, kid?" Cece asked Alison.

Ali gave a tiny smile. She nodded, and gave Cece a look of gratitude.

"I'll be right back. Just…well…I'll leave you two alone for a little bit. I'm sure you're all talked out, but I'm sure you'll find something to do." Cece said coyly, and Emily couldn't help but wonder if her words were slightly tainted with innuendo. She never could tell with Cece, she was always so dry with her humour.

Ali cleared her throat. Emily saw her glare at Cece out of the corner of her eye.

Cece opened the door and left the two girls alone in the room. The silence was thick. There had been so many people there, it was strange to suddenly be alone again.

Emily ran her hands through her hair. Her eyes hurt from crying, and she was exhausted. She felt a familiar nervousness settle in, as she always did when she was alone with Alison. She could feel the blonde watching her carefully, and she suddenly didn't know where to look.

"Are…are you going to be okay?" Emily asked. Such a stupid question. Of course she's not.

"Umm…I guess that's to be decided. Right now…" Ali trailed off. "Right now I am." She sighed. "I think."

"Do you…need anything?" Emily inquired. She was trying desperately not to think about their kiss in the warehouse, but it was becoming harder and harder to force it from her mind. They hadn't spoken about it, and it had been too quickly interrupted. It had all been over too soon, and Emily had thought about it every second in the car ride over. Ali was the only thing she wanted in the whole world, and to have her within arms reach was torturous. She knew she could have completely misread the signs from the kiss they had shared earlier that night, but she couldn't be sure she wasn't misreading them, either. Ali was still an enigma to her.

Ali walked a little closer towards where Emily was standing. She took slow, careful steps. "I need…" She whispered. Emily's heart hammered inside her chest.

The two girls locked eyes, and Ali's sadness seemed to dissipate the second she looked at Emily. "You." Alison said truthfully. She stood directly in front of Emily now, her tear stained face looked up expectantly. Her eyes seemed to hold a question, but Emily couldn't tell what it was that she was asking.

Me? She needs me. You have me, Ali. You have me always.

"I'm here. I'm right here." Emily said sincerely.

Ali's proximity was starting to cloud Emily's mind. She could feel the bruising kiss from hours before still pressed against her lips, and her body trembled slightly as the slow burn ignited inside her again. Her breathing was shallow as she recalled the feel of Alison's hand against her hip, and it took everything in her not to reach out and press their lips together once more. She knew it shouldn't be what she should be thinking about at that moment, but it was, regardless.

Ali seemed to be equally as affected. Emily watched her move ever closer, still, until their bodies were only an inch apart. Ali never took her eyes away from Emily, and pulled her into an intense gaze.

I need to stop this. This isn't going to help anything. This isn't going to make things less confusing. This is going to make everything worse. Emily thought, but in that moment, while she was so very close to having what she so desperately wanted, it was hard to convince herself to pull away. So she didn't.

Emily's head swam with dizziness as she tried to force herself to step back. She couldn't. Not while Ali was in front of her like that. It was impossible. She could feel the heat from Ali's body, and her heart refused to leave it. She was so close that it was almost too much to bear.

Ali suddenly turned her head, and looked backwards, towards the double bed. Her eyes lingered there for the longest of moments. When she slowly turned her head back to Emily, her eyes were dark, and full of an emotion that Emily couldn't place.

Emily swallowed, hard. Her heart hammered inside her body, and she could feel a rush of excitement, and nervousness slam into her as she tried to calculate Alison's thoughts. She felt Ali's hand touch her own, at her side, and her eyes looked down as their fingers intertwined softly. The touch was gentle, and so, so intimate. Emily let out a shaky breath as she felt tingles shoot from their joined fingertips, straight to between her legs. She blushed. Her shy eyes glanced up and met Alison's once more. The gaze they now shared was deeply charged, and heated. Emily felt her face flush, and her breathing faltered.

"Stay." Ali whispered huskily. "Will you stay here?"

Emily glanced at the bed behind Alison's shoulder. Her mind was blank, apart from a singular thought: I've always been here. I've been here all along. I was just waiting for you.

AUTHORS NOTE: so! That was Ali finally having an actual chat lol I hope you guys liked it I'm a little nervous because I know I've been away for a while so my writing might be a little rusty that's why this chapter was shorter I just wanted to make sure you guys were still enjoying it and that you are all okay with where the story is at! Like usual if there's anything you guys want to see any scenes etc or lines from the show please let me know and I'll try and include them! You guys help me write this you really do! I wouldn't know which direction to take it without you so thank you so much! Also: just a heads up, the story is rated M so there will be sex! Just warning you guys because it won't be toned down it'll be full on so if anyone isn't okay with that sort of thing I'm just putting a warning out now! I've got a lot more to come! I will do Alison being attacked in the house, 5x05 and a lot of the scenes around that episode. They might be slightly in a different context but I hope you guys like them all the same!

It's so good to be back! I missed you all so much! And hello to all the new readers it's great to meet you! I really hope you all liked that chapter even though it was just a few scenes! I always get so nervous about posting lol! Thank you to every single person who took the time to leave a comment, it means the world! My Twitter is hauntedtwilight come say hi! Xx love you all