The Unknown DiLaurentis

Not Courtney

I JUST FINISHED VICIOUS (last pretty little liars book) AND OH MY GOD. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I JUST READ. IT WAS ALL INTENSE.
AND NOW IM GOING CRAZY BECAUSE THERE NO MORE BOOKS NOW😭😭😭😭

AND THANK YOU FOR THE 100 READS PEOPLE.

~Chloe~

I froze. That sounded like Country, except Country left the room. Which left one option. Alison. I slowly sat up and looked at my sister straight in the eye. She was sitting in the chair again, just like before. Except this time, she looked like she hungry. But not food hungry. Hungry for blood. "W-what do you want, Ali?" I asked still sniffing and keeping my tears in. I won't cry in front of Alison. Never. Alison just stared at me. Then I notice something. How did she she get in? "A-and how did you get in?" I added on.

Alison just smirked and pointed the window. "The window of course." She answered. She got up from her seat and went over to the bedroom door, and locked it. I cold chill went down my spine. Why would she lock my door? Why would she even come in here? Ali then went over to my dresser, the one where I had my picture of my family. Ali picked up the photo, and kept her back to me. "You were so happy there. You had everything you ever wanted there. A family that cared for you, and loved you. But yet some days you were so down in the dump. You were missing something, but you just couldn't figure it out." She said at the picture. She slowly placed the picture down and faced me. "Until you came here."

I gulped, everything Alison said was true. I was happy with my family, except they couldn't fill this little hole in my heart. No matter how hard they tried, it still was there. Then I met my real family. The one thing that filled my heart, except I had another hole that needed to be filled. "How do you know that? You won't there."

My sister rolled her eyes, "Oh little sis, of course I was. I told you I was always looking over you." She paused. "Why do you think no one got out of the house?"

My stomach drop, and I mean it really did. When the fire happened, the police were wondering how no one got out. We expected at lease one person would get out, my brothers especially being that they were young. When they checked the house after they put out the fire, we saw that two of the keys were missing. The one that opened and closed the front door and back door.

My mother was a little over reactive after we on vacation one year, and someone broken in our house. So she had all of the locks changed. But instead of having the outside the key hole, it became a double lock. What I mean is, both sides of the door had a key hole. Not one of those twist locks. We kept a key by the front door and by the back door, being that those were the main locks she had changed.

"W-what d-did you do A-Ali?" I asked stumbling. I was really scared now, more scared then I've ever been in my life. Did Alison, my sister, have something to do with my parents death?

Alison smirked and pulled something from her back pocket. I gasped. They were two keys. The two keys that opened the doors. "Look familiar?" she asked me. They were still on there rings, the ones we had them put on. The South Carolina key chain for the front door, and the Hawaii one for the back door. They haven't changed.

Alison put the keys away, "You see Chloe, that week. I had a week off for Thanksgiving as well, so I saved up a lot of money and got a plane ticket out there. I thought it was time for you to met you're big sister. We actually ran into each other, while you went to the mall one day. When I saw you Chloe, when I was actually able to talk to you. My heart actually burst, I wanted my little sister back. I wanted the one person that actually loved me. So I met that hotstuff brother of yours. Raymond? Right?" she asked me.

My heart broken into little pieces. Raymond was my brother who was 19 when he died. He was the only person in my family that was close to me in age. We were best friends and nothing could split us apart. He took me every where with him, even when he was with his girlfriends. We did everything together. He wasn't that good looking in my opinion, but other girls thought so. The only problem was he didn't talk much, only around girlfriends and me. Although he was pretty tall and buff. Ray was always good with cars, and fixing them. It was his thing. With one of his trucks he had it lifted, so we could go muddying. Being the fact we did live in the south.