Those Kisses Weren't Just For Practice

Emily and Alison start a relationship that quickly turns into something more a lot more. No -A.


3. Positive. Crap.


“Shhh...” I tell her. I can’t believe someone would do this. To my beautiful Ali.

“We’re going to find that bastard. I promise sweetheart.” I say, once more.

I pick her up and go out to the car. I didn’t drink much. Because to be honest, I kinda wanted to go all the way with Ali. We’ve talked about it. It’s neither of our first times, however, it’s our first time with each other. But something came up.

I drive her to her house. “No, I wanna go home with you. “ She says. I nod and drive her to my house.

“In the morning we’ll go to the police station.” I tell her. She just nods.

I get out of my car and go over to her side. I open the door and pick her up again and into my house. I tell my mom we’re here and go up to my room with Ali still in my arms. I set her down on the bed and get changed into a black sports bra and pink plaid pajama pants. I throw an oversized t-shirt and Nike pros on the bed and go wash my face and brush my teeth. I then pull my hair into a messy bun and walk back into the room. The clothes are still on the bed, untouched.

“Hey, Ali, do you wanna get changed?” She nods. “Do you want me to?” I ask as I point to her. She nods again. “Okay love.”

I remove her shirt and notice that she doesn’t have a bra on. I advert my eyes almost immediately. For the first time, I notice everything is cut. My baby.

I just pull the shirt over her head and she slides her arms through the holes. Her skirt is tied in the middle so I just untie that and she doesn’t have underwear on either. I grab a pair of mine and put them on her and then the shorts. I grab a pair of fluffy socks and put them on her feet. I pull her hair up and then turn the lights out. I plug both of our phones up and get under the covers beside her. She instantly cuddles up to my side. After a while I hear her quietly crying.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I promise. We’ll find him and he’ll be put behind bars.” I kiss her forehead. “I love you Ali, and I’m so so sorry that I let you out of my sight tonight.”

“It’s not your fault.” She says but all I can feel is responsible because I wasn’t there for her and then I thought she would cheat on me. I’m so stupid. “I love you too.” She kisses me and I can taste the tears on her lips. She lays her head on my shoulder and after about an hour her breathing is steady and she is asleep. I stay up all night because I can’t get the thought out of my head.


She thinks it’s her fault. Oh my God. No, it’s not. Never in a million years would I blame this on her. Never.

I drift off but I don’t go to sleep. I can tell she’s still awake because of her breathing. She didn’t sleep all night. Because of me. I feel sick thinking of the thought. Sick in general. 

~One Month Later~

<><><> Still Ali <><><>

I wake up sick almost every morning first couple days I didn’t go to school because it was pretty much all day, throwing up anything. But now it’s just mornings. I don’t know what’s wrong Emily doesn’t know what’s going on, just that I’ve been sick. I decide to just go to the doctors, my mom has been MIA for the past four months. She basically left right before I got back. Oh, and did I mention that we went to the police, said they would do all they could but basically couldn’t do anything because no one else saw him and he hasn’t been seen around town. Bullshit.

<><> At Doctors <><>

“DiLaurentis!” The nurse calls. Oh, what fun.

I follow her to the back and she gets my weight, 143, gained three pounds? My height, 5’4”, grew half an inch, and blood pressure. I don’t know how to read that shit, lol.

“Alright, follow me please.” She says with a smile.

I do as she says and follow her to room 16. “The doctor will be right with you.”

“Okay, thank you.” I say as she walks out of the room.

I wait for about fifteen minutes just thinking about what this could be then I realize… I’m a week late. I. Am. NEVER. Late. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. This cannot be happening. Wait, it’s not. I haven’t done it. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I did. Not consensually, but I did. Oh Shit. I immediately text Emily. ‘I really need to talk to you when I get home.’ She texts back about five minutes later ‘Okay, what about?’ ‘Later.’ Is all I answer. Then the doctor walks in.

“Hi, Miss DiLaurentis. What’s going on today?” She asks as she walks in.

“Alison, and long story short, I’ve been sick every morning and a couple times all day. Now that I think about it I’m also a week late and that never happens. I need a pregnancy test.” I say all in one breath.

“Okay, slow down. Have you had sex recently?” I wince at the thought.

“Yea…” I say in and almost inaudible volume. “I was raped.” She looks shocked.

“Oh, I am so sorry. No one should have to go through that.” She says looking down. No shit.

“Yea, yea. Pregnancy test?”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be right back.” She comes back about three minutes later and tells me to go pee in a cup. Fun.

About ten minutes later and the results are…. Positive. Shit. “Alison, we have options. Abortion, adoption. Where are your parents?”

“Not in town.” I lie. “Annnnnnd, no. Those aren’t options. I’m keeping him or her.” I say looking down at me stomach.

“Okay, I’ll go get the discharge papers and you can be on your way.”

“Thank you.”

What is Em gonna think about this?

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