ACCISMUS • jason dilaurentis

PROLOGUE

           I don't want to be here. That's all I kept repeating in my head. My brother however, was excited as can be. I don't even know why he's so excited, he has barley any friends, I thought to myself. I was dreading the thought of returning to Rosewood, but I was here now and there was no way I could leave. Well, I could easily runaway and maybe sneak thru a random gate and end up in a random country, I stupidly thought.
           My parents were so happy to be home and I had no idea why. Did my family really prefer being in cold old Rosewood instead of Portugal?
Apparently they did, because as soon as we collected our suitcases, and headed towards the exit, they already had the biggest smiles on their faces.
          "Aren't y'a happy to be home, Chlo?" My mom asked me. "No", I replied. "Don't be so negative, aren't you excited to see your friends and tell them all about your travels?" My father exclaimed. I was in fact, not excited to see my friends, especially because of the way our friendship ended. Ali was like the glue that held us all together, so when she disappeared it's like we all just fell apart without her. "Yeah, I can't wait to see them" I said in a sarcastic tone. My mother then mumbled something under her breath to my father along the lines of "You know how hard it was..." Bla-bla-bla, whatever. I seriously just wanted to sleep at this point.
          
          After an hour long drive from the airport to our house, I was just about ready to pass out from how tired I was. I got out of the taxi, grabbed my bags, and headed towards the front door. As I was walking up to the house I noticed a poster on the electrical pole out front, considering how tired I was I usually wouldn't have even taken the time to look at it, but something told me to. As my eyes focused in on the poster, I quickly realized that it wasn't any poster but instead it was the poster. The poster that made all my friends and I look guilty of a crime we didn't commit. The poster that caused me to get so upset seeing it all over town that my family literally had to move countries to get my mind away from it. The poster of my missing and now presumed dead best friend.
          If I hadn't been so tired and my parents hadn't come up and unlocked the door, I probably would've ran over and tore it down. But right then I had no energy for that. I walked upstairs to my bedroom, leaving my suitcase by the front door, not even bothering to unpack. I opened my bedroom door to see my room the way I had left it, a mess. I didn't care, I walked over to my bed, got under the covers and fell asleep.

          I woke up to a loud banging noise. I rubbed my eyes and once they focused I checked my clock to see what time it was. It was 5:00pm. I got out of bed and realized I was still in my clothes. I carefully walked through my room, towards the door being careful not to step on anything. Once I reached my door I headed towards my brothers room to find that that's where the banging was from. He was putting up his new posters he got. "What are you doing" I asked. "I'm putting up new stuff that we brought back" he replied. "I can see that" I said. "But why do you have to do it right now" I annoyingly ask. "Because I want to" Holden replies. I turned around and headed downstairs. I found my parents unpacking all of the suitcases. "You guys are still doing that" I ask. "We were gone for a year do you realize how much stuff we have" My mom sarcastically replies. I told her that I was going to go grab a bite from somewhere, I invited her and my dad to join me, to which they kindly declined, telling me that they weren't hungry.
            I grabbed my keys and headed out to the garage where my car had been sitting for a year. Although my car was only a couple years old, I still worried it wouldn't start, I'm not sure why. Either way I unlocked it, and started it. Even better I had almost a full tank. I backed out the garage and down my driveway and headed towards a local pub.
           
            Once I arrived at the pub I sat myself at the counter area. The waitress came over and took my order, I got a burger and fries with a Diet Coke . I loved Portugal, but they could not make a cheeseburger and fries as good as they do here. While I was waiting for my order I glanced around the bar and out the corner of my eye I saw a poster of Ali. The poster of Ali. I couldn't help but wonder what happened while I was gone. I was sure that there was all kinds of rumours going around especially after I left.  Suddenly, my eyes were unexpectedly taken away by a man out of the corner of my eye. I started at the back of his head. For some reason I knew who he was, but I couldn't pin who he was. That was until he turned around, and as soon as I saw his eyes I knew exactly who it was. Jason Dilaurentis.