Alison POV
The office of the funeral director seems...normal. Which is overly relieving thank God. Normal drawers, desk, pictures of his family.
I'm pissed. No. I'm overly pissed.
She's alive.
My freaking non-grandmother is still alive and she scared the hell out of me.
I shake my head and fiddle with my phone in my hands. I left Mom a message and someone went to find Dad. I want to go home.
My legs feel like jelly still and I don't trust my voice in this moment. My stomach feels clammy and I noted that yellow vomit does not mix well with red velvet carpeting.
I can't believe I did that. That has to beat the world record for biggest overreaction.
Through the large window I can see that the crowd since my breakdown has increased and the fact that they all keep gawking at me, laughing, mocking, only makes me feel worse.
Mom said that Aric's family was psychotic but this...this is...
The door squeaks open and the girl who caught me enters the room with a can of Sprite in her hold. She's rocked out in those loose jeans, a studded black belt and a black T-shirt.
"Sophia says it's not officially a party until somebody pukes."
She sits on the edge of a folding chair and offers the soda, "Aric told me to get you this."
I don't grab it. I keep my hands to myself and I bite my lips. Nothing today has went well and I am still not one hundred percent sure that I won't puke again.
This causes the girl to chuckle, "it's Sprite not crack."
"Thank you," I whisper and accept the can, setting it on the desk.
"Are you my cousin?" I ask and tilt my head to the side.
She doesn't resemble me or Aric with her dark brown eyes and long, gorgeous, sexy brown hair.
Control Alison.
I travel my eyes over her body and notice how her muscles press against her shirt and...that bulge is still there. Is it a gun?
"If you wanted me to take my pants off just say so."
I snap my gaze back to her dangerous eyes and she has the most gorgeous and tempting smirk I have ever seen in my life.
Her eyes roll and she sighs, "yes, I have a penis. Yes, I am intersex. I was raised like a boy but I am female. People call me he sometimes or she, doesn't matter to me. I'm fluid. Same goes for my buddy CeCe. Pleased?"
I swallow hard.
Oh.
Didn't see that one coming.
"And for the record, no blood relation."
I nod and almost sigh in relief. Good. Because I'm pretty sure if I found a relative hot that it could end up in a bad place.
"Will you do all of us a favor?" She breaks my thoughts and I look back up at her, then shrug, not really in the mood for conversation.
"Play nice with Sophia, then leave."
I scoff, "Excuse me? Play nice? With her? She freaked me out."
She leans back and sprawls her legs out in a way that makes her appear larger than life itself and makes me feel tiny as hell. "Look. I know you're going all prodigal daughter, but this ain't the time or place. This is Sophia's party and you're ruining it."
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Kick The Dust Up (Emison)
Fanfiction17 year old Alison DiLaurentis lives a normal life in a normal town with normal parents...or so she likes to believe. 6 years ago, Alison met her biological father, Aric Moore who is a highly respected man in his motorcycle club, The Havoc Riders, a...