“You know,” he said it like a whisper I almost couldn’t catch it. “I knew something was wrong, but I was stupid enough to think that you would tell me. That I meant something to you.”
I think I lost my eyesight then. Because all I could see was clumps of raining clouds in my vision and all I could do was push them back down my throat so they wouldn’t escape. And in that moment, I just wanted to give up on all these futile events. I wanted someone to just hold and cry and I wanted him so so much. But I didn’t deserve him. He didn’t deserve the pain I was going through. And I couldn’t. let. Alison. Go.
He looked up from staring at the floor and caught me straight in the eye.
“Just tell me the truth about one thing. Please. That’s what I want to know.” I nodded. “All these years..in this house..were you alone?” His voice broke.
I stared at him for a couple of seconds. He was warm and beautiful and he had always tried to help me. Maybe I owed him the truth. Or some of the truth.
I breathed and looked him straight in the eyes though it hurt me to.
“Just two years.”
His breathe cut off and in a second his hands were tugging on his hair and his face showed so much agony that I wished I could take all those words back. All those three words.
His breathing was irregular. He stumbled. I reached forward-
“No,” he jumped back, “No please. I’m sorry. I jus- You were alone for that lo- do yo- do you know where they are?”
“No.” I sighed, “I came back one day and they were gone.”
“And you never thought of looking for them telling anyone, telling me?“
Why did we keep on breaking?
“No,” I said, my voice becoming defensive, “because I don’t want to know why they left. I’m completely content on being by myself. I don’t need anyone.”
Hurt flashed across his eyes. In a way, I had insulted him.
I spoke, breaking ever word. “I would appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone and just left it to b-
“How can you ask me that?” he laughed a small hysterical laugh.” Can you really ask me to leave you alone.”
I knew that somewhere deep inside of me he wouldn’t give up.
I guess that’s why I had to put a gun to his sister’s head.
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THE B TEAM // Pretty Little Liars #WATTYS2014 #FANFICTION
Fanfiction"I’ve had many things stolen from me. Money, keys, credit cards, even my own heart, but none of that mattered more than stealing lies. People relied on the truth, but telling the truth to the wrong person at the wrong time results in nothing but ago...
