Questions, questions, questions
Emily learnt that Alison had left after getting the phone call, her mum said something about needing to meet her ex-husband at their house. The brunette ended up with another headache while trying to figure out what had happened between Elliot and Alison that would make them divorce, according to Aria they had been so in love when they came to her and asked her to marry them. Emily made sure to make a mental note to talk to Alison about it, maybe it had something to do with the letters they had exchanged during the 5 years she'd been away.
It had been a week since the incident, her wounds had been healing nicely apart from her ankle which was still bruised a deep shade of purple. Wren had come around every second day like he said he would, giving her pain killers, and dressing some of the more intense scars on her hands. He hadn't been back for a couple days now, saying that he was happy how she was recovering and would check in weekly, unless issues arise.
The girls had been over the very second that Emily got home, opening the door and rushing out to help her up the stairs to her room, where they had brought coffee, horrible chick flick movies and a trillion more pillows – most of them pink, so she assumed Hanna had been in charge of that.
The questions hadn't flooded in right away, they watched a movie, ate popcorn and even helped Emily into the shower – which had been more awkward than she'd like to admit. Only when she came hobbling back into her room, a dark blue towel wrapped around her hair and her most comfortable pj's already on, did she get assaulted with questions.
What happened?
Why were you out so late?
How did Alison find you?
One out of three she could answer with confidence. She'd been out running, keeping herself in shape now that Alison had got her a job at Rosewood High, teaching swimming. Emily runs at early hours of the morning because it's quiet, because all those years ago with 'A' she couldn't, and now that she can it's like a big 'fuck you' to their childhood tormentor.
When she brought up the fact that Alison hadn't gotten in contact with her yet, Spencer spoke up and said that she wasn't in town. Apparently, the blonde had left a day after Emily got out of the hospital, a few packed bags chucked into the back of her black sedan at the early hour of 4 am. Spencer had seen her because she'd been up editing papers for her mum's election, and she'd heard the roar of the car.
It's strange, for Alison to just leave like that, no warning. She had classes to teach, and it was unlike Ali to not tell the girls – or at the very least one of them – where she was going.
SENT: (11:01) Ali, when you get this please text me back.
SENT: (2:39) Hey, just wondering if you got my text.
SENT: (9:12) When you get back into town can we meet up?
SENT: (1:00) Ali, please, I have a lot of blanks, and I need some answers.
It had been three days since she sent the barrage of texts, and still nothing. The time passed slowly, Hanna was constantly at her house waiting on her, and watching crappy rom coms. Spencer would pop over whenever her mum let her have half an hour away from the campaign, and Aria showed up a couple of times before having to fly back to Boston to help her boss – who was apparently the embodiment of Satan.
She didn't sleep well, Wren had given her something for it, but the pills made her life unfocused. They clouded the edge of her vision like the memory of that night. Emily didn't take them after the first night, even if she desperately wanted to sleep as well as she did with them.
The memory of that night started to reveal itself in the form of nightmares, she'd wake up caked in sweat feeling the beads running down her neck. She had seen wolves that night, but she didn't tell the girls when they brought up the conversation. She didn't tell them that the wolves had been hulking creatures which tore up the ground they fought on, didn't tell them how the blood cascaded from the white wolf's mouth after it had broken the neck of the other. She sure as hell didn't tell them the safe feeling that washed over her when the wolf had stopped in front of her, panting directly into her face.
No, she couldn't tell them, they'd think she was crazy. Possibly crazy enough for Radley.
Emily was up and walking a few days later, her ankle – still bruised – was no longer aching and she was actually able to put pressure on it. She still hadn't told the girls anything about that night, even though most of her memory had come back and the haziness that had surrounded those memories was gone.
Well, Emily still didn't know how and why Alison had found her, but she was hundred percent sure she wasn't going to get answers about that until the blonde decided to come back to town. Which looked like it wasn't going to be for a while, she had already been gone for a week with nothing exchanged between the girls. No replies back to Emily, no note left on her front door. Nothing. Emily feared that Alison had disappeared again, that they would fall back to the same situation from 5 years ago.
The brunette shook her head, no, 'A' was no longer a threat to them, and Charlotte was at Welby State Psychiatric Hospital getting the help she needed. Emily wondered if she'd left to go help Jason at Carissimi, he had taken over the company when his father stepped down – after Mr. Dilaurentis found out what Charlotte had done, he couldn't bear to be connected to her through the company, he'd rather wash his hands of all his kids than deal with what had happened. As far as Emily knew, Ali hadn't talked to her father for a year now, their relationship had become strained after he found out that she was helping Charlotte.
Jason had been bitter at the start as well, but had come around to the fact that this person was as much a part of their family as Spencer was.
Emily snapped out of her thoughts when her phone buzzed loudly on the kitchen counter, speaking of the devil.
"Hey, Spence."
"Emily, hey. How are you feeling today?"
"Well I made it down the stairs without tripping," she heard a chuckle escape from Spencer, the girls had all been witness to Emily nearly falling down the stairs when her foot gave out on her the other day. "I'm just making lunch, what's up?
"Well, Alison just got back into town..." Spencer was muffled out after that, talking about how she had only been home for a little while. Emily didn't really listen, she was to overcome with relief. Relief that she was finally going to get some answers from Alison, about her side of the story, and happiness that she can see her again. The brunette was really starting to worry that she wasn't coming back.
"Em?"
"Oh, shit, sorry Spencer. Is Ali still at her house?"
"Yeah, doesn't look like she's going to be leaving anytime soon."
Satisfied with that, Emily said a quick goodbye to Spencer, telling her that they would catch up later this week over coffee. The brunette abandoned the sandwich, throwing out the buttered pieces of bread and grabbed a jacket from the coat hanger near the door. She reached the end of their driveway, about to unlock her car when she found out she had forgotten to pick up her keys.
"Idiot," Emily mumbled under her breath, briskly walking back to the house.
"Time to go see Ali, I guess."