ALISON ✔️

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Alison

"This is it." Jenna said as soon as she parked in front of an old house, "He stays here with his Abuela, that's his only surviving relative, you must've heard about the fire."

I nodded with my gaze at the worn-down building, "What happened to all his money?" I asked.

"Lost everything, except this ugly house, I guess no one wanted it." She sneakered in disgust, "I know I wouldn't."

I rolled my eyes at her response, could she be any less vogue?

"Remind me again why we are paying a visit to your ex-abductor?" She raised a brow at me, "You took a lot of risks coming here, if David finds out--"

"He won't." I cut in,

I took a yelp of breath before deciding to go out there,

"Are you coming in or not?" I asked with my hand on the handle.

"No, I have better things to do, call me when you're done with whatever you came here to do."

I nodded and got down from the car, there were different emotions jumbling inside of me at the moment and I didn't know how to feel, a small part of me was terrified to see him.

I walked to the old rusty door and stood there facing the door. I was unmoved for a few seconds before gathering the courage to press the bell.

I heard footsteps approaching and held my breath, more afraid of what or who might be on the other side,

The door opened slowly to reveal an old lady who I assumed was his grandmother, she looked at me warily not completely stepping out from behind the door.

"Good day ma'am, I'm looking for Matt Miller," I said with a pleasant smile.

Her eyes gaped at the mention of Matt's name, "And who are you?" she asked, staring warily at me.

"I'm Alison Stone." I paused. I never imagined I would say this, "I'm a friend of Matt's, all the way from Sydney."

She studied me full-time,

"I'm sorry to show up at your house unannounced, but I really do need to talk to him."

I stopped and looked at her.

She sighed and moved aside opening the door fully for me to come in,

"Thanks," I murmured as I stepped in.

I couldn't tell which was scarier, inside or outside, how could he be living like this? All these years I thought he moved on.

"This way." She motioned me toward the back of the house,

I followed her down a hallway and into the living room,

"Sit down, I will get you something to drink while you wait for him, he went out to buy groceries across the street." I never pictured Matt as the shopping for grocery kind of guy, he must have really fallen down the wagen.

She re-entered the room carrying a tray with a cup of water on it. She placed the tray on a side table beside me, before sitting down and staring sternly at me.

"Thank you," I say as I picked up the glass of water.

There was a moment of silence as I brought the cup to my lips taking a sip. My hands were shaking a little so I set it down quickly.

She was looking at me as if trying to intimidate me, "¿Por qué estás aquí?" She spoke up finally.

"Um..." I opened my mouth to say something, lucky, I had learned a little Spanish, before I could speak I heard a voice call up from the door,