Don't Tell (Emison)

Chapter 1

Alison's POV

It was Wednesday. One of the most boring days of the week. I was sitting in the couch eating a sandwich and studying for my Physics' exam.
"Jason, turn that volume down! I'm trying to concentrate!" - I shouted as my brother was playing hard rock music as loud as possible. Even though I was in the kitchen and he was in his bedroom it seemed like the music was inside my ears. It was so frustrating. Besides I hate hard rock music. So imagine how those freakin dudes screaming out like crazy some words that nobody can't even understand were sounding to me. There's no melody, nothing. I don't know how many people like that genre.

The doorbell suddenly rang. I didn't know who could be in that hour. It was 1:00 am. Weird as hell. But I went to open it anyway. I got up from the couch leaving the half of sandwich in the table and went running straight to the door as the bell kept on ringing.
'Seems like someone is impatient.' - I thought and shouted to the stranger after the door while running: "I'm coming!" And after my voice the bell stopped ringing.
As I touched the doorknob I felt my hand sort of trembling and I don't know why I had that feeling. Maybe because I was a little bit scared. But I opened it anyway. And as I was finally face to face with that "stranger" ringing my doorbell at 1:00 am I widened my eyes.

"Em...Emily?!" - I barely spoke. She was covered in mud all over her clothes and had some scratches in her face and hands. She was crying and the rain outside had made her all wet. I just froze, I wasn't expecting that.

"Can I come in?" - she said while her tears were still streaming down her face.

"Of course! Come in, Em." - I grabbed her arm and helped her get in the house and led her near the chimney because she seemed so cold.
"Wait here. I'm going upstairs to take some clean clothes for you." - I said and she just looked me with those big tired eyes and nodded her head a little. I didn't know what had happened to her. But I also didn't want to rush it. She seemed so broken. She would speak whenever she was ready.

I went to my bedroom and took some clothes without thinking so much. I had to be there for her. She needed me. So I grabbed them all in my arms and went fast down the stairs. When I arrived she wasn't near the fire. I turned my head around and saw her with a knife in her hand. I yelled.

"Emily, what are you doing?"

"I...I can't do this no more." - she cried out while holding the knife close to her forearm.

"Emily! We can talk about this. But first throw that knife away." - I tried to talk to her but I couldn't move because I was so afraid she was going to harm herself. And she was drunk. Apparently she wasn't aware of her actions in that moment.

Emily finally threw the knife and started to cry out so loud. I went to her immediately and cuddled her in. I didn't care that she was so dirty I just held her as close as possible. I loved her more than everyone. I wouldn't forgive myself if something bad would happen to her that night.

After a couple of minutes we broke the hug. She started to take her clothes off to take a shower. Her wounds were still open and she growled.

"Wait, let me help you." - I said to her and she stopped and let me offer her help. I was standing right behind her undressing her blouse slowly to not hurt her wounds. I didn't know it would be this hard. I mean, hard to resist. She was so fragile and cute. I had been even closer to her but I'd never noticed the tension between us. Maybe that night I realized how much she meant to me when she wanted to harm herself and I would give anything to save her.