Secret Life, an Emison Story

Conspiracy

Chapter 8 Conspiracy

Emily's POV

Who was this creep telling me about? Why were they telling me this? If they knew this person, why not just say it? Tell me who it's about at least. All the clues I had gotten were so vague. She's a friend of mine, a liar, blonde and brunette, something about making things longer, and they have a big secret probably. None of this was making any sense.

I go downstairs, mom looks like she wants to throw her phone across the room. Why does she go on social media?

"Hey."

"Have you seen this?"

"Depends, what it is."

"She's still getting birthday wishes from people." Not this again. Why did she hate that girl so much? If I ever met her, I would.. well I don't know what I would do, but I would definitely never bring her here. Opinion wise, mom needed a life. Something to get her mind off of this poor girl.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"It's been almost a week, get over it people." Guess some people still have some human decency, if she's still getting birthday wishes almost a week later.

"Mom, I say this with love, you should get a hobby. Maybe hang out with the other moms, remember, you four had some fun back then."

"Emily, I don't need a hobby, and yes I remember, but you do remember what happened between us, right?"

"Yes, I do." Mom, and the other girl's moms, used to be close, but then they had a falling out. The Hastings have a bad history with the Dilaurentis'. Let's just say, Mr. Hastings hasn't always been faithful to Mrs. Hasting.

Labour day-night last year, the four of us were having a sleepover in their barn, our moms got a little drunk, stormed the Dilaurentis house, and Mrs. Hastings spoke her mind to Mr. Dilaurentis freely. He was there to tell her about Jason, something about an accident. Things got heated, they wouldn't leave, so Mr. D called the police. They got briefly detained before they got bailed out by their spouses. Since then, they haven't spoken for unexplainable reasons.

"Is there any logical reason you hate this girl?"

"She embarrassed Evan, and she reminds me of Jessica Dilaurentis." I can understand Mrs. Hasting having something against Mrs. D, but why would my mom?

"Why does she remind you of Mrs. D?"

"Same reason Alison reminds me of a Dilaurentis, they just look like one." Mom was just sounding crazy at this point. Why hate a girl for just resembling someone?

"So, do you hate Ali too?"

"I don't hate her, but I don't like her either."

"Why do you hate people that remind you of that family."

"This conversation is over."

"Come on, just answer me please."

"Go peel some carrots and potatoes for dinner please."

"Fine, but you will answer me eventually, right?"

"We'll see, maybe when you're older." Ugh! Why did she have to end like that? Now I have more questions than when I started.

Could my Mom have been involved with that family before? I needed some answer, so I went to the only person I could think of that might answer them.

"Thanks for coming."

"Can we make this quick, I could get in some big trouble for answering some of these questions," Charlotte responded.

"Sure. You said you believed Ali was related to you?"