Second Chance

Chapter Ten

Emily's POV

Have you ever done something so stupid that it makes you sick? It makes you just want to curl up in a ball and die because you can't take it back. That you wish you could just take back what you did and do what you should of done. 

I feel like such an idiot right now. No scratch that. I am an idiot. How could I do that to Alison? I know she likes me, but she's just thinks she doesn't deserve me. But really it's the other way around. I don't deserve her. She would never do this to me, but I did it to her. I know we aren't together but I told her that I wanted to be with her no matter what. It hasn't even been an hour and I already screwed it up. 

UGH! I throw my phone out of frustration, the sound of it cracking when it meets face first with the concrete sidewalk in front of the bench I am sitting on. Why do I have to be so stupid. I don't even know why I kissed Hanna. I guess it had to do with getting rejected by Alison. I've never been rejected by anyone before. Girls or guys would beg to be with me. And they would be happy to even have a chance. But Ali didn't. She rejected me.

And that's why I'm drawn to her. She's not like everyone else. She's doesn't want to be with me just because I'm popular. She's fragile but she doesn't show anyone that she is. I love that about her. But I also love that she can be vulnerable around me. 

I want Alison. And I am not going to give up on her. I will do anything I have to do to be with her. 

What am I waiting for? 

Getting up off the bench, I grab my now cracked phone, and run to my car. As I'm driving, I see little rain drops start to fall from the sky and land on my windshield. I hope it doesn't rain too bad. Alison is alone at the house and I don't want her to be scared. I want to be there to comfort her. I wonder what she is doing. 

Once I get there, I jump out of the car and run to the house, hoping to not get drinched by the already pouring rain. As soon as I enter inside the house, I notice all the lights are out. 

"Ali?" I call out, concerned. I know she doesn't like the dark. She has to have some kind of light on. When she doesn't answer me, my heart starts to beat fast. Maybe she's sleeping. My feet make there way to her door before I give a slight knock. "Alison, are you awake?" I wait patiently for a response, but I don't get one. My hand reaches for the door knob, shaking a little. I don't know if it's because I'm wet from the cold rain or because a part of me is scared that Alison might not be in her room. Finally pushing the door open, my eyes search the room but I see nothing. No sign of her. She's not here.

My heart beat rises as I think of what could of happened to her. What if someone came in and kidnapped her? What if Rollins found her? I shouldn't have left her alone. Another mistake I did tonight. I need to find her before I die. 

That's right. I could die if something happens to her. But I'm not even afraid to die physically. I'm afraid that something bad is going to happen to Alison. I'm not worried about me. If I die saving her, I'll be happy with that. But right now, I need to find her.

Grabbing my keys, I run out the door not even bothering to lock it on my way out. 

I don't know how long I have been driving. Maybe two hours. Maybe three. My eyes keep wanting to close but I keep them open. I have to find her. I'm not going to stop driving until I see her. She can't be too far wherever she is. I only left for like thirty minutes. I just hope she is okay.

Up ahead, I see a dirt road that turns off to the right. I don't know why, but I felt drawn to it. Like I had to go down it. Not questioning it, I go down the dirt road. It's surrounded by trees everywhere. With it being dark, it makes this road seem creepy as hell. Who would be down this road at night? 

The only sound I can hear is the sound of my tires driving across the dirt road. Not to mention my heart beating at an abnormal paste. My hands are slightly shaking as I look around. If I can't find Alison, I will never forgive myself. It's going to be my fault. I should of never left her alone. Hopefully she's okay and not in any kind of danger. Did she leave the house willingly and decided to go and do something since I wasn't there? 

My thoughts were consumed that I barely caught the view of blonde hair and a petite body run right on in front of me with her hands out, hoping that the car doesn't make contact with her. My eyes finally land on a pair of ocean blue eyes that I know all too well. 

"Oh my God! Alison!" My door swings wide open, jumping out of the car and pulling her into my arms. Her body starts to shake and I can soon hear her sobbing. I pull her away far enough so I can see her, keeping both my hands on her arms. She has a big gash on her forehead and I can see blood on her yellow tank top. "Ali, what happened?!" She only shakes her head, not giving me a response.

"I'm so sorry, Emily." My eyebrows furrow at her apology. 

"Why are you sorry?" Who would apologize at a time like this? She's the one hurt, not me. 

"I should of never told you I couldn't be with you." Her body starts to shake again and her sobs become unbearable. My arms wrap around her tightly, not wanting to ever let her go.

"Let's get you back home." Without thinking, my lips land on the side of her head. She breathes in deeply before nodding her head agreeing with me. She pulls away from the embrace and I instantly feel cold. Like being near a fire place before moving away from it. She's like fire. 

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We have been sitting in the living room for the past hour, and Alison still hasn't said anything to me yet. I know she's probably still in shock with whatever that just happened but I am dying to know. I want to know. I need to know. I need to know who did this to her. Who could even do this to her? She's so nice and innocent. I want to ask what happened but I don't want to make her feel pressured.

The silence is deafening. Her arms are wrapped around my waist and her head is laying on my chest as she silently cries. She's trying to not be obvious about her crying, but it doesn't work. 

"Ali..." I trail off, not knowing what to say. I can't imagine how she is feeling right now. Or what even happened to her. I just know whatever happened, it involved someone else because of the gash that's on her head. It's now covered with a white bandaged. It killed me seeing her wince every time I tried to dab it gently with a soft cloth to clean it. While I was cleaning it and everything, Alison only looked ahead. Staring off into space, ignoring her surroundings. 

"Em, please don't make me to tell you what happened." Her voice sounds so vulnerable right now. It makes my heart ache knowing that she is in a great deal of pain. "At least not right now." She whispers, snugging into my body more.

"Okay, Ali."