Emison: Fragile Like Glass

Chapter 16: I Don't Like Her

Emily POV:
"Do you like Emily?" Hanna asks a highly intoxicate Alison.

"No." Alison responds.

I can feel break inside of me.

Alison looks at Hanna and takes a another gulp of her drink.

"What?" Alison asks her as she just stares at her.

Hanna clears her throat and motions towards me with her eyes.

Alison looks at me and turns back to Hanna.

"Your point is?" Alison asks her, stretching out the word is.

My eyes get glossy, and I clear my throat like Hanna did a few minutes ago.

"I'm um, going to go get a drink." I stutter, and get up.

"I don't like Emily Fields!" Alison yells and I cringe.

"I love her!" She adds.

My eyes widen and a huge smile spreads across my face.

I turn around and all of the guys' eyes are nearly popping out of their heads.

I laugh and go sit next to my girlfriend.

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Alison POV:
I wake up with a major headache.

Where the hell am I?

I look around and realize I'm in Emily's bed.

I try to get up, but I immediately fall back onto the bed.

I feel dizzy and lightheaded.

"Having trouble there?" Emily asks in her sexy morning voice. I turn and look at her and see her smirking.

"Shut up." I mumble.

"I'm going to go home for a little bit and freshen up." I tell her.

"Okay. Be back soon." She says, and pecks me lips.

As I'm walking home a see a little girl walking. She looks like she's maybe 5 or 6.

She looks at my arms when she passes and frowns.

I look down, and realizes I'm not covering my scars.

I try to cover them up, but she just looks at me.

"My sister had those." She begins. "My mommy said the bad people put them there. She told me she went to a better place for a little bit, but she came back. Because God wanted told her to stay here with me. But now she's resting. She's sleepy." She said the last question in a kid matter-of-factly tone.

I have tears in my eyes, but I manage to force a smile.

"I'm sure your sister will wake up soon." I tell her, and she smiles.

"Good. Because I miss playing with her." She says.

"She's turning 14 tomorrow!" She exclaims.

A tear falls down my face and I smile at her.

"Well, you should get her the best present ever!" I say excitedly, and she smiles wide at me.

"Okay. I'll see you later!" She says happily.

She walks off as she waves and smiles at me.

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The next day
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Emily POV:
Sunday. My favorite.

Not.

I do my morning routine before walking out of my house to Alison's.

As I get to Alison's house, I see her walking out.