Afterlife ↠ Argent [1]

13. Seeing Red

"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask softly as Allison staggers into her room, already showing signs of fatigue. I helped her get home, but I was deathly nervous of how she was feeling. It was a good thing her parents weren't home, or else they would have asked a lot of questions.

"I'm fine Corey," Allison says, sighing slightly. My heart sinks even further as we both walk into her room, myself watching her carefully as she slips her shoes off and walks towards her bed. "I just need to sleep on it."

"Allison..." I say, fading out.

Allison looks up at me, pain behind her eyes once again, but she was trying her best to hide it. "Corey I promise I'm fine. It was my fault anyways; I wasn't smart enough to bring a weapon."

"None of that was your fault," I say, my temperature rising as I remembered Derek's red eyes. "Derek is going to pay for what he almost did to you. That's not something he'll get away with, I promise you."

Allison sighs. "I guess I need to get used to it if I'm going to be a hunter. Derek wouldn't have done it; he was only using me as leverage."

I clench my fist. "But what if he had, Allison? Your family would have killed you before giving you a chance and then you'd be dead like me. I'll tell you what Allison; being dead is not fun. I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if I didn't have you to talk to. I'd literally go out of my freaking mind."

Allison sighs as she places her hand on her head, staring at the floor. "I-I know Corey. I'm doing everything in my power to bring you back, so don't worry about that please. I just--I just need some sleep."

I instantly feel bad after she says this. I didn't mean to yell at her, I just wanted her to know that she shouldn't take things this lightly. I knew that she shouldn't just go after Derek or anything like that, but I needed to give her a reason to fight. To not give up.

I watch her turn around before I take a step backwards, ready to go sleep downstairs on the couch. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

Allison turns around again. "Goodnight Corey."

I smile faintly and nod towards her, looking back at the ground before turning around and walking out of the door. My mind was buzzing with so many thoughts and feelings that I could hardly contain it. The worst part for me was that I couldn't sleep it off, since I was dead.

"Hey Corey," Allison says again, causing me to turn around and face her. She looks like she's about to ask me something important before she shakes her head, looking back at the ground. "Never mind."

I nod towards her one last time before walking out of her room, heading down the hall and back to the couch. Seeing Allison hurt and broken like that was new for me; I mean, I knew that she was tough and was a fighter, but this was different. It was almost as if the whole matter had opened her eyes to something, but I wasn't sure what.

I start to walk down the stairs before I look up, seeing the door open. I furrow my eyebrows as I watch Gerard walk into the house, glancing up the stairs as if he expected to see Allison standing up there. He reaches for his jacket and begins to slip it off before something falls from one of the pockets, landing on the floor with a thud.

I hold my breath as I stare at some type of old looking book, making me wonder what in the world it could be. Gerard quickly picks the book back up before shoving it back into his pocket, looking around as if to make sure no one saw. Seemed fishy to me.

The man slips off his shoes before walking towards his room, acting as if that had never happened. Another reason for me not to like the man. I knew that he was one of the worst hunters ever, but there was something else off about him that made me nervous.