"You're the one that's pretending!" Alison exploded on him. "That's all you ever do, Jason. You pretend you don't have problems. You pretend that your crazy family doesn't exist. I don't get to do that. I'm stuck living with reality while you get to run off and pretend."
Ali didn't even know why she was here other than one last ditch effort to have a brother. But it seemed like Jason was more Spencer's brother than he was hers. Even Ali knew that was an uniformed and frankly jealous conclusion to come to but it felt that way to her. If that was the case, why wasn't Spencer here yelling at him instead of Alison? She hardly even felt like his sister. Why did everyone think she clung to Charlotte so tightly after everything she did to her? She was the only family that cared enough to mess with her. Screwed up as it was, at least Charlotte didn't abandon her.
Now Charlotte was gone and the last shred of family that Ali had left was Jason. Spencer was his sister, not Alison's. She loved the girls but they weren't family and it wasn't the same. Jason was it, all that she had. Maybe he could walk away from that but she had a hard time doing so. Yet, she resented him for the walking away and wasn't sure how to forgive him either.
"I am worried about you. What other possible reason do I have for being here?" Ali demanded, hands on her hips as she gave him her trademark disappointed look. Since she was standing and he was sitting, it was even more pronounced.
"I know you want me to stop caring, that's why you push me away, right? I mean tell if you hate me, Jason. After everything, look me in the eye and tell me you hate me and I'll go right now and you'll never hear from me again."
Why not? Jason had even sided with the girls when they thought that Ali had murdered Mona. Like Ali was actually capable of murder. Her own brother thought so, along with all of her best friends.