Emily POV
The floor vibrates beneath my feet and my eyes stay locked out the window, watching the trees fly passed.
We are going somewhere...but where?
There's a woman in the passenger seat. I can only see dark hair and another woman in a pantsuit driving. When the car comes to a stop it all goes in a blur. My door opens and the dark haired lady starts screaming, crying, thrashing to pick me up and hold me.
The next thing I know, I am being ripped from the lady's arms.
"It's for the best."
The woman cries and comes to me, kissing my forehead.
"I will always love you my daughter."
I stare in the mirror, observing my features. I rub my eyes and look at my skin color, toned and smooth. My eyes are dark and swirling with curiosity, my lips set in a firm line.
I have done this every single day since I could remember what my name was.
Emily Fields.
I want to know where that name came from. I have had that dream for years now. That woman. She had to have been my mother. Right?
BANG BANG
"If you don't get out of there in the next 10 seconds, you will spend the night with the dog."
Close enough to where I already sleep.
"Coming," I open the door and see Freddy Wright, my foster dad glaring down at me. I clear my throat, "Sorry sir."
"You can leave after you clean up that shitty breakfast you made us."
Nodding, I walk towards the stairs but feel my body get shoved and I catch myself before falling down the flight. Turning, Freddy smirks at me, then slams the bathroom door. I walk downstairs and Mary stands up, wiping her mouth from eating.
Mark hold up a plate and narrows his eyes at me, his lips curled up in a wicked smirk. It takes me a minute to realize what he is about to do but before I can stop him, he drops the plate and it shatters on the ground, piercing my ears with the horrid sound.
"You dumb ass! That plate was expensive! It's Mom's China!" Mark shoves me and my stomach hits into the corner of the table, making me grunt out but not make a huge deal of the pain inflicted on my skin.
Mary runs over, "What did you do?! That plate was $80!" She slaps me across the cheek but I ignore it.
You get used to it after a few years.
I clean up the mess and wash every dish until it is spotless, then walk out the front door, hearing them shout that I have to be home by 3:30.
Walking to school, I hear Mark speed by in his convertible to school. He tosses something and it hits me in the head, causing me to fly my hand to the spot he hit and rub it. I look down and see a Monster can crumpled up on the pavement.
I roll my eyes and walk the rest of the way to school, listening to Nirvana in my earbuds and walking to the pace of the music.
It's weird sometimes. Walking these streets. I always get this weird feeling in my stomach walking around the town of Rosewood. This place has always been in my life and I doubt I have any escape from it.
At least not with Freddy and Mary around.
They have been manipulating the foster care system for decades. They have had over 20 foster kids and they take in the money that the "smart" government provides for foster kids and instead of using the money to aid the kids—me included—they use it to buy their own crap and force me to do manual labor and get hit for doing absolutely nothing.
I don't remember going a day without some sort of physical punishment given to me.
I have been with them since I was 10 years old. 7 years of my life have been in the clutches of the Wrights.
But I manage to get by...I'm alive aren't I?
First bell goes off, my hand turns the lock before my locker flies open. I grab my notebook for class and shut my locker, jumping when I see Hanna Marin behind the door, grinning ear to ear at me.
"Hey Em!"
I jump at her enthusiasm and chuckle, "Jesus Hanna you scared the crap out of me."
She giggles and hooks her arm with my own, walking us to our class.
"Did you hear? Noel Kahn's having the opening year bash this Friday. You in?" She smirks up at me and I already know what she's thinking.
Every time Hanna and I are at a party or get drunk, we hook up. It's sort of our thing. Don't get me wrong, I think Hanna is a great girl, beautiful, funny. I would love to date her, and we have in the past, it just never really worked out. Something always came up.
"Not sure. Depends on if Freddy and Mary are home-" "Oh come on Em. You need to get out of there. With the way they treat you-" "Please? Keep your voice down Hanna." I look around the halls and she sighs, then catches a glimpse of my stomach from hitting into the table earlier this morning.
"Shit Emily." She goes to touch it but I jump away, pulling my shirt down.
"I'm fine, Hanna."
"That looks bad Em-" "I'm fine." I urge her and she drops it, then stares at my eyes for longer than necessary.
"You deserve better than that," She whispers at me before she pulls me into a tight embrace. I breathe in her scent and feel my body relax.
Going to class Hanna sits next to me like usual in English and then in-comes the reason Hanna and I aren't dating: Sean Ackard. They are sort of dating but at the same time they aren't. Sort of like me and Hanna.
Sean greets me and then another girl walks in.
Alison DiLaurentis.
She's the "Queen Bee" of Rosewood High.
Kind of pathetic if you ask me, she's a little high on herself and needs to knocked down a few pedestals.
Nonetheless, she's still beautiful.
Mr. Fitz announces that we are going to be paired up for a project on any book of choice. We just need to discuss the plot line and message the book gives. In a few weeks we will all give presentations on the book with our partner.
Mr. Fitz reads off the partners and then says "Emily Fields and Alison DiLaurentis."
I hear her choke on her latte and look over at me with wide eyes. Amused, I wave and throw a wink her way.
In my head all I am thinking is:
Are you fucking kidding me.
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