Hey, sorry about last chapter being so short! I lost power and wasn't in the mood to continue! FYI this is my first FanFiction so please don't hate! :D

~Kizzy


You are now Alyssa Fallon:

You change into your Katy Perry costume and look at yourself in Reilly's full length mirror. You hate the girl staring back at you, she had a look of guilt and regret. Tonight you regret nothing, your living the life you have always wanted. In one quick movement you pick up your iPhone and throw it forcefully at the wall.

You are now Mal Fallon:

You pace back and forth across your living room contemplating whether you should call your daughter for the third time. She hasn't picked up and her voice mail is down. You slowly dial her number again, she's only been gone for 13 minutes and 54 seconds you may be obsessing about this.

"Hi this is Alyssa, leave a message at the tone... Unless your Kai- I've blocked your number so don't even try"

"Hey! Lys this is dad and.. uh... where are you? Pick up your phone or i'll call your mother and the SFPD" you threaten before you hang up. Groaning you get a beer from the fridge, this is going to be a long night.

You are now Alyssa Fallon:

You drag your drunk friend Reilly to a corner at the party. It feels like half the world is in one small house but one man stands out above the rest. He has stared daggers at you since you entered and your beginning to become uncomfortable.

"Owiiieee Alysaaa! Dat huuuuuurrt!" Reilly mumbles while she stumbles over to the wall.

"Do you know that guy?" you ask pointing over at the man who is now slowly coming closer to you.

"Yea! dats Joeeey!" she screeches. Joseph pushes past other people and grabs my arm. My first reaction is to hit him but then again, I'm not a Fallon tonight. I easily follow him as he drags me outside the house. The flashing lights signify the party is still raging on.

"So... What did you want?" I observe him, he's been drinking and has something in his pocket. He's in his early twenties and has dated a lot- this i get from his wallet that falls out of his pocket- oblivious to him I pick it up and put it in my back pocket.

"Come here, I wanna show you something"