A/N I don't own the song Young Dreamer by Honey Cocaine or Pretty Little Liars.
Restart Chapter3 Marissa Fitz's P.O.V.
"Oh snap," I say, looking down in horror at my Samsung Galaxy. "Is this some kind of stalker?" says Chrissy. "Probably," I say. My eyes search the photos of us at the battle, looking for any clue as to who it was, but my mind is kind of foggy. Just then, Sylvia's little sister pokes her head in. "Sylvia, where were you? Mom and Momma were freaked," says Leah, who is twelve. She's the middle sister. Sylvia's youngest sister's name is Alexis, she's seven. Alexis is probably asleep by now, but not Leah. "Out," says Sylvia sharply. She hates it when Leah gets all nosy like that. But Leah's a good kid. She was raised by Aunt Emily, of course she is. Aunt Emily's the sweetest person in the world. My mom, Aria, is nice, too. But she's more of a pal to me than a mom. My dad is distant, like, mentally. He doesn't spend much time with us, but it's not on purpose. Aunt Emily's always around, though. Leah rolls her eyes and walks away. "You guys, I'm all up for figuring out who this 'A' rapscallion is, but can we please do it in the morning, I feel the urge to pass out," I say, and Chrissy snickers at my use of the word 'rapscallion.' True to my word, I fall asleep, right there.
When I wake up, only Raina is awake. I get up, stretch, then I rub the sleep out of my eyes and have Raina scoot over so I can sit with her on the La-z-boy. "So, what are we going to do about A?" I say. Raina chews her lip. "I don't know. But I don't think we should tell anyone," says Raina. I smile. "You're finally learning my motto. Snitches get stitches," I say, causing her to shiver. "Yeah, it's scary. I mean, this person knows stuff about us. They knew where we were going to be last night, they know our phone numbers, which we don't pass around to just anybody, they know stuff about my mom..." she trails off and I nod.
Then Chrissy wakes up, and tells us she's hungry. Of course, that girl is a bottomless pit, and the worst part is she never gains a pound. But we wake Sylvia up and head downstairs, where Aunt Emily is cooking pancakes. Sylvia's sisters aren't awake yet. We sit around the table as Aunt Emily places a stack of pancakes in the center of the table, and we all reach for some. By the time we're finished, there are none left for Leah and Alexis. So when they walk down the stairs, we hurry up and rinse off our plates, and run upstairs before they realise we ate all the breakfast. We make it to Sylvia's room just as we hear a "Christina!" We collapse in giggles because we all know Christina ate the most. My world feels perfect just when my phone begins ringing. Just my phone. I pick it up and read the one new text message.
Question: If a certain snapback-wearing girl's life was perfect, would her mother lie to her? Would there be a certain sibling no one told you four about? Would her father... Don't even get me started on her father. Reconsider your situation, Riss. Love, A.
A has perfect timing, I must say. But what did they mean about my mother? And I know I have a sibling, my brother Matthew. And what about my father? That was awfully creepy.
I bet you I'd die if I lie today.
Because I live the truth to respect my way.
Those words, a line from the song Young Dreamer, they resound in my head, and I despise liars, and I don't mean the kind that lie like we did last night. I mean the kind that do horrible things, and then have the audacity to lie about them. I don't care if you're a thief, an assassin, or a drug dealer, as long as you're honest, I'll be your friend. One of my mottos. I try to live the truth as much as I can. Last night being a fluke. But what is my mom hiding from me?
"You guys, I have to go," I say, my stomach churning. Chrissy meets my eyes, concerned. I swear, she reminds me so much of my Aunt Emily it's just unnatural. "Are you okay?" she says. I nod. "Yeah, it's just, I have to talk to my mom about something important," I say. Techinically true. Except for the being okay part.
I get dressed in a pair of jeans and an Aeropostale hoodie, and I throw my champagne-colored hair in a messy bun. I grab my duffelbag and hop in my HamStar. I turn up the music, and it calms my nerves, somewhat. When I get home, I storm into the house, deciding to play it straight up. I stomp up the stairs and throw my duffelbag in my room, not bothering to unpack yet. I tromp back downstairs and look around the living room. "Mom!" I scream, not bothering to look around. She appears from the kitchen door, holding a dish-rag and a pan. "Hi, how was the sleepover?" she says, happily. Bullcrap, she knows she's been lying to me about something, and homie don't play that. "Mom, have you been hiding something from me?" I say, startling her. She drops the pan, making a loud BANG!, but she doesn't say anything. "Mom, what have you been lying about?" I say. And I know that's kind of disrespectful to get smart with her like that, but I'm seriously, seriously worried about this. "Marissa, we didn't want you to find out this way," she says. "Oh, and Mom? What's this I hear about some sibling or something that I never knew about?" I say, and her eyes widen further. "Marissa, come sit with me," she says, and leads me to sit with her at the kitchen table, which I do. "Marissa, you're father and I have a complicated history, even the parts that don't involve the other," she begins, her long, dark hair falling out of it's low ponytail. "You're father... He was with a girl when he was around eighteen, and he got her pregnant. He has another son, but we didn't want to tell you and Matt because Ezra and his other son aren't on good term," she says, and I am horrified. How could she have never mentioned this? "What does 'not on good terms' mean?" I ask. Mom looks down. "They never talk. Malcolm practically hates him for not being in his life," she says. "Why wasn't he?" I ask. "He didn't know he'd had a son. He knew she was pregnant, but he thought she'd had an abortion. She moved away to Delaware, raised him, then we found out," she says, and I decide I don't want to hear anymore of this crap. "Answer this: At what point did you think this topic should be discussed?" I say. Mom just shakes her head, implying that neither Matt nor I were ever intended to find out. Good going, Mom. Good going. I don't even want to begin to think about all the other lies that were implied in the text. I run upstairs to my room and slam the door. I know Matt's home because I can hear his video game from the TV in his room. I decide to talk to him about this.
I walk right into his room, and his eyes flicker up. "Hi, Riss. You're home already?" he says. "Yeah, and I need to talk to you about something really important. Mom and Dad have been keeping something huge from us," I say, and at these words, he pauses the game and swivels chair to face me. "What do you mean?" he says. "Matt, you aren't going to believe this, but Dad got this girl pregnant when he was eighteen, and he has another son!," I say, and Matt's eyes widen. "You aren't serious," he says. "You know I don't lie," I say, and a look of rage crosses his face. He runs downstairs to where Mom is probably still sitting, and I hear the muffled sounds of their conversation. Ten minutes later, Matt comes back up the stairs, a resigned look on his face. "So what do we do about this?" he says. "I don't know," I reply. "What can we do?" he tries. I shrug my shoulders and say "Nothing, really."
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