Sister Of A Son {COMPLETED}

one.

Alli, 18 years

"Where's your parents?" My friend Wes asked.

I shrugged and looked down. "I don't know."

"Everyone knows where their parents are." Wes told me.

"I don't." I told him.

I assume my teacher heard us and came over to me.

"Wesley, can we have a minute?" She asked sweetly.

Wes left and she squatted to my height. Simply because I was sitting down in a chair.

"What's your name, hon?"

"Allison Teller." I said.

She looked worried. "Come with me."

I did as she said and followed her into the principal's office. I sat silently as she made some calls.

After what seemed like forever, a man in a black biker vest and hair as blonde as mine was came in.

"Why did you call me here?" The man asked.

She gestured to me and his eyes stared at mine.

"Who's this?" He asked.

"Allison Teller, your little sister."

"I don't have a little sister." His tone hardened.

"Tell it to the last name." Mrs. Knight said.

The man sighed. "What's your parents' name, sweetheart?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. They abandoned me at birth but then my foster parents adopted me not too long ago."

"Do you like them?"

"I hate them." I replied.

-

Not even an hour later, I was leaving with the man who didn't have a name.

"You could be a killer, why am I leaving with you?" I asked.

He said nothing. He just kept driving.

We got out and what I saw when I went in the house was awkward. There were girls who looked like sluts.

"Hey Juice, watch her, alright?" The man said.

Juice had tattoos on the sides of his head and a biker vest like the man who brought me here.

"I'm Juice." He smiled and nodded over and over.

"Alli." I said.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I don't know I was pulled out of class and then they started asking about my real mom and dad and that guy showed up." I said.

"What's your last name? Maybe I know them."

"Teller." I said.

Juice nearly dropped his beer and he smiled.

"Oh shit,"

"What?" I asked.

"That man is most likely your big brother."

"I'm an only child. There's a lot of people in the last name Teller."

"Not in Charming. If your last name is Teller you'd better back off."

"What's Charming?"

Juice looked at me like I was an idiot.

"Excuse me, Juice. I'm sorry I've never been to Charming."

The man walked out and so did an older woman.

"Acts just like you, Jax." Juice said and walked off.

"Hey, Alli." The woman said.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm your real mother. My name is Gemma." She said.

"I still don't know who you are." I told the man.

"I'm Jax." He told me.