Lost But Found (Emison)

Chapter 8

Emily POV

"So we have a lot of room since my brother left so you can have his room and-" "Alison? Sweetie are you home?"

A taller woman but a perfect resemblance of Alison walks downstairs with a pink blazer on and gray work pants. Her eyes are the same piercing blue as the Ice Queen's and her hair a dirty blonde but nonetheless mirroring her daughter's. 

I shiver at the sight of her, however, because she also resembles a perfect image of Mary Wright...only this woman seems kind and welcoming. Mary is just...cruel and abusive with darker hair and dark evil eyes.

She smiles when she sees the Queen, going in to hug her but Alison only shrugs off the invitation.

"Who's this?"

The woman plays it off cooly, as if her daughter didn't just reject her hug and smiles at me kindly. I can see the pain in her eyes, that she wishes to be loved. 

It almost reminds me of myself and how I wish to be loved by a parent of any sort, she wishes to be loved by her own flesh and blood. Her daughter.

"This is Emily Fields. She needs a place to stay. She lived with the Wrights."

Instantly the smile fades and the woman's eyes go dark as she looks at me. I can see the sympathy in her eyes already and it makes me wonder what she knows that is making her react this way.

But before Alison could catch on, Mrs. DiLaurentis smiles from ear-to-ear, nodding at her daughter, then back to me.

"You are more than welcome to stay as long as you like Emily. Make yourself at home. We surely have the room."

She lets out a soft laugh that I can't help but almost cringe at. The raw emotion in that laugh screams pain, telling me how lonely she is.

You and me both ma'am.

"Thank you ma'am."

"Please, call me Jessica." She places her hand on my cheek and I jump back out of instinct, afraid she will be like Mary but her eyes show care, then regret for reaching out at me.

"I'm sorry sweetheart-" "No! No it's alright. I um...Thank you for being so welcoming. You have a beautiful home."

Alison sighs, "Alright we're going upstairs."

She grabs my hand and drags me upstairs to where there is an empty room with a bed in it.

"This is your room. Bathroom is down the hall to the left."

"Alison," I call after her before she leaves and she turns around, her eyes big and beautiful with curiosity.

I smile gently and shrug, "Thank you...For doing this. You didn't have to."

"I know. I wanted to. And don't thank me yet. You still have to live with me." She winks, then dismisses herself to I am guessing her own bedroom.

I walk around the room in awe.

The bedroom is large, the bed big and comfortable looking.

I sit down on it and hear a knock at the door. "Come in," I say quietly.

Alison walks in with towels and clothes.

"These are some clothes my brother left behind if you wanted an outfit for school. They're used but we can go shopping for you later. And I brought you some towels if you wanted to shower before school."

I nod, thanking her before taking them and placing them gently on the bed mattress. I sit upright with my hands in my lap, looking at the pillows that smile back at me.