Faking It (Emison)

Chapter 29

3 Weeks Later (2/10/15)

Alison POV

"Did you see what she did the other day? It was hilarious Em you had to have seen it," I say, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I laugh.

"Well now I wish I did."

I smile up at her, hugging her side, "I'm so happy you're out of that place. I can't believe they added an extra week."

"They wanted to just make sure I was okay. But I am. I have no desire for any drugs anymore so it's all okay. Promise," she pecks my lips and I smile, closing my eyes as I lean against her side.

I hear everyone gasp and I frown, about to turn around when I hear a loud bang. Emily widens her eyes and I realize what it is. A gun shot.

Emily yanks me to the side, keeping me in front of her with her back facing to where the gun shot came from. Another shot rings and Emily pulls me to the ground, "GUN!" Someone screams and I feel my heart beat rapidly out of fear.

"What's going on?" I say to Emily loudly and she shakes her head, "I have no idea. Someone has a gun. Come on!" She stands up and it feels like my body is floating down the hallway and people push and shove as they sprint out of the school.

I go to speak but Emily covers my mouth with her hand, dragging me to the choir room and Mr. Schue looks at all of us, counting heads.

I breathe heavily and Santana is sitting alone but she stands up, "where's Brittany?" She whispers and I shake my head, tearing up as I lean into Emily's body.

"No. No I need to get her," she walks to the door but Mr. Schue grabs her, "Santana sit down!" He hisses in a whisper. "No. NO! I NEED TO GET BRITTANY! LET GO!" She tries to break free but Emily stands up and Finn helps her hold Santana back.

"Nobody's going anywhere," a girl says and we all turn around, seeing a girl with dark hair holding a gun at us and I scream, "Em," I whisper in fear as I reach out to her and she pulls me into her body, hiding me from the girl.

"Okay okay relax. Who are you?" Mr. Schue says and she smirks, "my name isn't important. Get back Lopez before I blow your head off."

I sniffle into her shirt and Emily holds me tightly to her chest.

"No I need to get Brittany!"

"Santana just sit down! Please!" I scream, crying more and the girl chuckles, "you heard the bitch. Sit."

Santana sobs and shakes her head, sitting down in a chair and the girl sighs, "you know why I'm here today?"

"Because you're psychotic?" Puck says and she laughs, "cute. But no. I'm here for revenge. On someone who ruined my life." She glares at me and I gulp, "what did I do?"

"You put my brother in jail. Ring a bell?"

I widen my eyes and sniffle, "you're Toby's sister. Jenna. He told me about you. I thought you were in some psychiatric ward in Georgia?" "I was. They released me and Toby told me all about you and your little girlfriend over here. I'm here to finish the job. Except I'd rather kill it at the core."

She points the gun at me and everyone around us is whimpering and crying. "Jenna don't do this. You'll regret it! Toby is crazy okay? He was thinking irrationally. Be the bigger person. Don't do something you'll regret. If you kill Alison you'll rip apart a family. You're taking away a daughter from her parents, a friend, a girlfriend and a sibling."

Jenna stares at Emily and I and she grips my hand. "First person to try and escape gets shot." She sits down and is silent.

Emily nods, "come on." She pulls me to the ground to sit with her. I sob as I lean against her chest. "I don't want to die," I whisper and she shakes her head, "you won't. She'll have to get through me first."