Lost But Found (Emison)

Chapter 11

Emily POV

Veronica and Jessica are furiously going through papers and reading foster care laws. My social worker is sitting across from me while the two women try building a strong enough case for me.

I haven't said a word since this meeting began. 

"Emily sweetie?"

I snap out of my daze when I hear Jessica say my name.

When I look up, they are all looking at me, expressions of worry on all 3 women's faces. 

"Huh?" I say aloud, confused as to why they are all just staring at me.

Veronica smiles gently, "I said that we will get you out of there easily with this case. We just have to bring it to a judge and get it approved to get you out of their protection. But since you are under 18 you would either go to a different foster home or if you know someone-" "No!" I cry out instantly.

I feel my heart racing in my chest. I can't go to another house, what if they are just like the Wrights? What if they are worse?

Jessica stares at me, then looks elsewhere as if she is deep in thought.

"I want to find my mom, I want to live with my mom. My real mom."

They sit in silence and my social worker sighs, "Emily that is unfortunately not an optio-" "Where is she. I know that there are files on me, and I know that there are records about my mother so just tell me who she is."

Veronica opens her mouth to speak, then closes it. I feel hopeful for once, that I am going to get somewhere with this lifelong dream of mine, to be reunited with my mom, although she did give me away for a reason.

I just can't seem to shake that image out of my head of when I was little. The woman with dark hair in the passenger seat.

"I will always love you my daughter."

I close my eyes, reliving the memory that haunts my dreams. She was crying, that means that she did not want to give me up. So then where is she?

"Her name is Pamela Fields."

Everything hits me like a damn truck. Emotions swirl when I hear that name and I feel so happy for once, so free. Hearing that name sounds like music to my ears.

I have a mom.

"But Emily...Pam Fields is um...We were not going to tell you until you turned 18."

I snap out of my happy daze and look to the social worker, frowning, "Where is she? Tell me I can handle it."

Veronica clears her throat, clearly uncomfortable with the situation and Jessica is only looking at me solemnly.

Did they know my mother?

"Pamela has been in jail for the past 13 years."

"What? Why?"

"Well your mother has been a drug addict since before you were born. When you lived with her she did not baby proof anything and there were heroin needles lying around the house, cocaine and marijuana in all different cabinets and even under your own crib. She was a junkie, Emily. The system had to step in. It was for the best."

I don't realize I am crying until I feel the tears hit my hand on the table.

I clear my throat, "Excuse me."

Standing up, I push my seat back in when I am away from it and before anyone could stop me, I leave the house, running down the road.

Alison POV

"Look at her shoes, where'd she get them? Payless?" Hanna mocks a girl at the register in the Brew and I can't help but laugh.

Spencer is balls deep in her American History textbook while Aria is balls deep in her phone, texting away.

Hanna and I are people-watching. We usually do this together and let me tell you, it really lifts my mood.

The door opens and Mona Vanderwaal walks in, smiling brightly when she spots Hanna and I.

"Oops, Loser Mona coming through."

Spencer and Aria now look up, spotting the brunette freak with glasses. She rushes over giddily and I mumble to the girls, "Hope you got your shots girls."

They laugh and Mona steps in front of me, "Hi Alison!"

"Ugh...Hey Mona. Wow! I love your sweater vest, where'd you get it?" I act like I am interested in her hideous outfit that looks like my grandmother sewed with her eyes shut.

She smiles and shrugs, "Calvin Klein!"

Hanna and I look at each other before we burst into laughter, "Sure Mona. Whatever you say."

She looks taken aback by my harshness, hugging herself closely. Her eyes glance up at me but snap back down to the floor almost immediately. 

"Well...I was thinking-" "Great! Can you think over there?" I hiss, pointing to the opposite end of the Brew before Mona whimpers, scurrying off.

"Little harsh, Al." Spencer says uncomfortably.

"What? You gonna defend Loser Mona now? Maybe you should be joining her to sing kumbaya around the loser table campfire with your blazers and knee-high stockings-" "Alison." 

Aria scolds me and I snap out of my daze to see Spencer sending visual daggers at me. Scoffing, I cross my arms over my chest, "Have something to say little Hastings? Or cat-got-your tongue?"

I pout my lip mockingly and watch as Spencer grunts, practically jumping over the table to most likely choke me out but Aria and Hanna hold her back.

"Woah Spencer STOP!"

Everyone in the shop stares at us while Spencer and I stare each other down, glares and icy stares holding me up.

"You will get what's coming to you one day Ali. And when it comes, I won't be there to help you. As far as I'm concerned, you are dead to me already." 

Her words hiss through her teeth, venom seeping out of her mouth.

I feel alarmed but clearly my plan is working. I mean am I usually this much of a bitch? Yes. But to a point. Normally I stop when I realize I am going a little bit too far.

But I am purposely going farther to test it out. Whoever snaps or reacts in a suspicious way? Becomes an instant suspect for being A.

And Spencer Hastings? Welcome to the list.

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Who do you think A is?

Is Spencer a suspect?

What do you think will happen next?

What do you want to happen next?

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~Stay Fearless~

Caleigh <13