Dangerous Little Liar ↛ PLL [2]

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MADISON SWALLOWED THE RISING LUMP in her throat as she stared at the unfamiliar male infront of her. He was tall, had a strong quiff of brown hair and seemed to be a similar age to her.

He stared directly into her eyes, awaiting a response from her but not getting one. His eyebrows pulled together, "Well?"

Madison sucked in a breath, "I was... um..."

"Stealing money?" He finished her sentence.

Madison looked towards the main apartment door to see it was still closed and she hadn't heard any sound from it. She frowned, "How did you get in here?"

He took a step closer, "I think that question falls on you."

"This is my brothers apartment." Madison told him.

The male replied in the same tone, "This is my brothers apartment too."

Madison glanced over the brunette and her expression turned into realisation, she was staring at her half-brother, and that's when she saw the resemblance, "Oh... my god. So you're Wes."

She analyzed him for a long moment, taking in the fact her other half-brother, the one she'd never met, was standing before her, "What are you doing here?"

"Let's get back to the real question, Madison." Wes said, "Why are you stealing Ezra's money?"

"I need it." She told him.

He frowned, "Why?"

"To leave." Madison responded, "To get out of this place."

"Why do you want to leave?" Wes asked.

Madison frowned at him, "Why are you so concerned? You don't know me."

"I know you're my half-sister." Wes retorted, "And you're stealing from our brother."

"Why would you care?" She asked him, "Considering you hate our father."

Wes furrowed his brows at the brunette, "What does that have to do with Ezra?"

"Because he's the same, Wes. You told me in that letter to find out who Miles really was, I did." Madison continued to frown. She pointed behind her, "Where the hell else would Ezra get all this money from, huh? Why's it not in a bank? Because he's stolen it."

"And you can prove that?" He questioned.

Madison scoffed at yet another question, "I don't need this third degree, I have enough problems to deal with."

As she began to leave, Wes tried to grab her shoulder to pull her back but she winced and harshly pulled away from him. Madison's eyes stung with tears, something she hadn't felt in so long, as her hand soothingly rested on her back.