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Alison's POV

"Alison!" , A raspy male voice booms from somewhere behind me.

I continue running, I know that turning around will only result in me slowing down. I know the voice all too well; I've known it all my life. It's the voice of my father, a well-known lawyer here in New York. On the outside he looks like the sweetest man you'll ever know. On the inside however, he's the scariest monster that even your worst nightmares couldn't create.

"Alison DiLaurentis! Young lady, do you know what you've done?" his voice vibrates through the darkness as I continue to run.

I hear his footsteps getting even closer and I realize I will never outrun him. My mother's voice rings in my head.

'Face your fears baby, it's the only way to make them go away' My mother was a smart woman. She died when I was 8 years old, and I've never been to a hospital since.

I stop running and turn around to face my biggest fear, my father. He continues to approach with a menacing look in his eyes. His smile is not the heart-warming one in the ads, it's the one I learned and grew used to after my mother passed on. I glare at him and close the space between us. As I approach, I notice a bottle in his hand. He's been drinking again, as always.

"Finally you finished running, do you realize what you have done Alison? You ruined our family do you remember? Your mother only got sick after you were born and you are the reason she's dead. You stole her looks too, you sinful child. Your mother wouldn't have wanted you if she was around to realize how much of a mistake you are. She would want me to get rid of you." He hisses. I blink back tears as anger builds inside me.

"I didn't kill anybody and I didn't steal anything. If you knew what mom would have wanted, you wouldn't have picked up that first bottle of whiskey. You wouldn't have tortured me with your words. You would've been the loving father you used to be. I hate you and I hope you rot in prison for the rest of your life." I spit at him, his smile grows more sinister. My father raises his arm high in the air and quickly swings it down towards my head.

I sit up quickly, sweating like crazy. I look around my bedroom and make sure he isn't around. Of course he isn't around; he's stuck in jail for a few more years. I check my phone to see what time it is and realize it's already passed 9am.

I get up and wipe the remaining tears from my face. I walk to my closet and slide on a pair of skinny jeans, a tank top and a cardigan. I check the mirror and see a 19 year old girl smiling back at me. Her hair is a mess, her eyes red from tears and her clothes perfect. I quickly tie up my hair into a messy bun, grab my phone and slide on my shoes. I glance in the mirror one more time and am more pleased with what I see this time.

"It's going to be okay Ali." I say to myself. That's what my friend CeCe would say if she was here and didn't move to another continent after high school.

I swing my apartment door open and grab my keys.

I swing open the main door to my building and breathe in the nice summer smell. Well, whatever you can smell of it here in New York. I mainly just smell hot dogs, sweat, car fumes and a dozen other things. All these smells have been the smell of home for a year now and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I walk down the street to a little coffee shop that just opened yesterday. A coffee shop on the corner, of course, maybe I'll find the love of my life here too. I smile to myself and look up at the girl working the counter. My heart begins to speed up. What the hell? What's wrong with me? I know I'm gay, but I barely know this girl. I smile at her as I look at the board behind her which tells me what they sell.

"I recommend the mint tea and the creamy cheese breakfast sandwich. They're my favorite." The girl says and I shake my head. I never truly liked mint very much.

"I think I'll have the vanilla milkshake and the creamy cheese breakfast sandwich with egg on it. Please." I say and she nods. As she turns to get my order done, I can't help but stare.

She has dark brown hair that shines just right in the sunlight streaming in from the windows. Her chocolate brown eyes that light up when she talked about her favorite things. I can't help but stare at this beautiful girl in front of me. My heart still hasn't slowed down, and my palms are now covered in sweat.

I wipe them on my jeans as the girl approaches me again with my order. I finally realize she has a name tag and read her name. Emily. What a gorgeous name.

Emily's POV

"That'll be 6.45 please. Also, I like to write little things on people's cups so what's your name?" I tell the customer in front of me. Her style mesmerises me. The way she's dressed slightly dressy, yet casual. The way she puts her hair up in a messy bun and it just matches what she's wearing. She's gorgeous, but she couldn't be gay. I have amazing gaydar and this girl isn't setting anything off.

"Alison." She says shyly as she passes me a ten dollar bill. I write a small note to her on the side of her cup. Alison, you're beautiful. Let's hang out sometime. 555-2342. ~Emily. I smile and hand her what she ordered.

"Keep the change" she whispers. I nod and say thank you as she walks away.

She walks over to a window seat at the furthest side of the shop. I look at her curiously, wanting to know more about this mysterious girl.

The shop isn't very busy today, except for Alison and a few teenagers looking for a job. I just moved here a few weeks ago and immediately bought a coffee shop to keep as my own. I moved here to make my dreams come true and now I am. I keep watching Alison until she finally notices the note on her cup and blushes. I smile to myself and wonder why she's so shy. I have to look away as another costumer approaches the counter. I look up and realize it's my friend Aria.

"Hey Ar! What do you want?" I ask as I gesture to the board behind me.

"Hmmm" Aria mumbles as her eyes squint slightly. A little thing she does when she's concentrating.

"Mint tea with a double chocolate cookie, and it better be a fresh cookie. If it's not you can't talk to me for the rest of the day" Aria squeals excitedly. My best friend is always so full of energy and I have no idea where it comes from. I laugh and roll my eyes at her.

"Are you sure that all that sugar is good for you? I mean what if you blow up from hyperactivity?" I ask trying to contain my laughter.

Aria looks at me with fake shock on her face and reaches over the counter to slap my arm. I laugh even harder as I prepare her order.

"That's 4.50, and here is your load of sugar." I pass her her order and giggle. She gives me exact change and walks over to the table Alison's at. I slightly lean closer to hear their conversation.

"Hey, mind if I sit with you? I know there's a ton of space in here, but I don't like sitting alone." Aria tells the gorgeous blonde. Alison looks up and gives Aria a small smile.

"Yeah sure, not everyday someone actually notices me." Alison says with a tinge of sadness in her voice. I'm shocked that nobody notices her, because I did right away. Alison looks back down at her phone for a few minutes than places it on the table to talk to Aria more.

My eavesdropping is cut short when my cellphone buzzes from underneath the counter. I grab it before Aria and Alison can look at me, but realize they're too interested in their own conversation to care about anything else. My phone says 2 texts from an unknown number. I slide my thumb across the screen and check the messages.

Hey, it's Alison.

and,

I'd be more than happy to hang out sometime. Call me or text me with plans?

I smile at my phone and look back at where Aria and Alison are sitting. I catch Alison looking at me, but she quickly looks away with a blush in her cheeks.

There's chapter 1, I'll try to update as much as I can. Please understand that. Review and follow? PM me if you'd like. You're all beautiful.