Lost But Found (Emison)

Chapter 6

Emily POV

I wake up with a pounding headache. I groan and sit up, slowly moving Hanna off of me. I see my phone lighting up with missed calls from Mary and Freddy.

"Fuck."

"Hmm? Em?"

Hanna sits up, rubbing her eyes groggily, trying to see me through the sleepiness. I look at her and showed her my phone, watching as her tired look turns to worry and horror.

"Oh my God...Emily-" "I can't go back. Hanna I cannot go home. The things that they'll do...Jesus Hanna please. What the fuck do I do?"

She grabs my hands and rubs them in circles to calm me, "Em relax. What's the worst case scenario right now you can think of?"

I shake my head, feeling tears building in my eyes while the fear engulfs me.

"Freddy will...the whip and sometimes he uses a wooden baseball bat. Mary slaps me and pushes me and Mark h-he...punches me and uses words."

Hanna nods and grabs my hand, "God knows what he has in store for you. He will save you, I believe that. If you believe it too then everything is set. God will take care of them."

Alison POV

"I WORK MY ASS OFF FOR THIS FAMILY!"

"AND YOU THINK I DON'T KENNETH? HOW ABOUT ACTUALLY BEING A FATHER! OUR DAUGHTER NEEDS US!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE NEEDS US, ALISON IS HEALTHY AND BEAUTIFUL-" "AND LONELY KENNETH! SHE IS LASHING OUT AND REBELLING AGAINST US BECAUSE WE DON'T TAKE THE TIME TO BE REAL PARENTS! IT'S LIKE WE ARE JUST HERE FOR HER TO SLEEP UNDER THE ROOF AND TAKE FOOD THEN LEAVE. SHE NEEDS A FAMILY. EVER SINCE JASON-" 

"YOU KNOW THAT NAME IS NO LONGER WELCOME IN THIS HOUSE-" "HE IS MY SON KENNETH! HE IS OUR SON-" "HE IS NOT MY SON! HE IS YOUR SON! AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY! BECAUSE YOU WERE WALKING AROUND BEING THE LITTLE SLUT YOU ARE WITH THE HASTINGS MAN!"

There's a loud slap and then silence. 

I sit on the steps with tears rolling down my cheeks as I listen to my parents fight. I hate it when they fight. It usually ends with my Dad bringing up my mom's affair with Spencer's Dad and that Jason isn't really my brother...

I miss Jason.

"How dare you, you sick bastard. That was in the past. You know that."

"And what about the child of ours you corrupted?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know what. He was supposed to be a good son. But you let him play dress up because he wanted to be close to Alison and he wanted to dress like a goddamn little faggot-" SLAP.

I winced at that one.

"Don't you ever  talk about my daughter like that again. Charlotte has nothing wrong with her."

"She's a damned psychopath!"

"Apple doesn't fall far from the  fucking tree Kenneth. Get the hell out of my goddamned house."

I widen my eyes when I see Mom walking to the stairs but she freezes once she notices me. I put my finger over my mouth, begging for her not to say anything while I cry.

I hate it when they fight about Charlotte. Dad has always hated her.

He just doesn't understand, all Charlotte wanted was to be loved by her family and accepted. She was born as Charles, my older brother but she is transgender and now is Charlotte. My Dad never approved of her and her identity so he rejected her, as a son, and a daughter.