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Emily's POV

I sat on the hood of jason's car as he leaned against it, looking out onto the lake water.

I've spent only 3 hours with jason, waiting for answers on Alison's truth. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

Jason phone vibrated once again, he turned to me holding up his phone and on the screen for caller ID it displayed Alison.

"That's 14 times", he says before placing his phone down.

Yeah. 14 times Alison's called her brother. I bet after the guards figured out I left with him they contacted her right away to let her know.

She's probably loosing her shit right now but I couldn't give a damn right now to care.

"Can you just stop stalling already and tell me?", I asked him, I was annoyed.

He sighs, "fine", he says giving in and turning fully to me.

"As a child everyone experiences different childhoods. Some great, some bad. Alison's for example. Many people believe Alison is who she is today because of her mother, which fortunately isn't true. Because the truth is Alison's biological mother was a crack prostitute. Her name was Jessica.", he says.

Biological? I frown my eyebrows trying to understand.

"Yeah. She isn't my biological sister but since Alison was adapted at the age of 5....I grew up with her. So I considered my blood sister even though she wasn't", he answered the question I was just about to ask.

He continued.
"Jessica has a pimp who was extremely abusive towards both Alison and her. Alison was often beat with a belt, sometimes he would kick, hit or burn her with cigarettes", he explains.

This was so hard to believe. Alison.. being who she was... I would never imagine any of that happening to her. I mean it would explain a lot but still.

"She was abused", I breathed trying to process this.

"There's marks and scars to prove it... just in places she won't let anyone see. In my twenty-eight years of living and my nineteen years of knowing Alison, I have never seen her with her shirt off. Ever. Not saying I would want to but, I'm assuming she's never shown anyone", he explains.

Now it makes since. When Alison and I had sex. She wouldn't let me touch her, and I wanted to so badly. She also kept a shirt on which at time I don't think much off but now...

"Alison has her reason for not being able to love. It's because she wasn't love as kid, until my parents stepped in. But by then it was too late. She wasn't much of a talker. She mostly ate alone. She didn't liked being bothered or asked questions on how she was feeling", he continues.

"What about her mother?", I asked him.
"She died. Alison was alone with her for almost four days before they were both discovered by police", he responded.

I covered my mouth taking all this in.

"Why are you telling me this?", I asked him.
"Because I thought my sister is capable of loving anyone, until I saw you. Then you for some reason gave me hope. Like you could somehow teach her to love, I know.... it's sounds stupid but Alison deserves happiness just like everyone in this world and after everything she's been through... she deserves it with a person like you", he says.

Before I could even respond his phone began vibrating once again. I watched as he looked at the screen and then he tossed me the phone.

It was Alison.
"Answer it", he tells me.
"What? No! Are you insane?", I asked him tossing him back the phone.

"She probably thinks I kidnapped you or something. Just tell her your fine and you'll be home later"

Which was true.
I sighed as he tossed me the phone again, and I swiped across the screen answering it and placing it against my ear.

"Do you know how many times I've called you ? This isn't some game, Jason. So listen here you little shit... if anything happens to her I swear to god I won't hesitate to hurt you"

Her words were sharp and clear. Her voice angry and serious. Hearing her voice like that frighten me, even though she wasn't directly talking to me.

I swallowed hard before inhaling and speaking.
"Alison", I say softly.

Suddenly the line was silent, it almost sounded as if she hang up or something. I hear in inhale and exhale deeply before answering.

"Emily... wh-What is going on? Tell me where you are", she tells me softly.

I glance over to Jason, who looks at me nervously.

"I'm fine", I say not answering any of her questions.
"Where are you?", she asked.

"I'm with Jason"

"Why are you with jason? Why are you alone with him?", she asked.

I could tell without even looking at her she thought the worst, like I had fucked him or something.

"I-it isn't what you think", I tell her.
"What do you expect me to think, emily? You ask to go home for today, and I let you. But then I find out in one of my meetings from my guards that you ran away getting into a car with my brother. Tell me what you expect for me to think?", she asked me.

She was trying to control her tone, and he anger while talking to me.

"I didn't run away, okay", I say.
"That wasn't how my guards described it. So I'll ask you again.. what do you expect me to think when I find out you run away with my brother?", she asked.

She was unbelievable.

"I'd expected you not to freak out like you are now. I'd expect you not to think I'd never do anything in my power to hurt you because you know I care way too much about you to even do that. I'd expect you to trust me. I'd expected you to believe me when I promised that I wouldn't run away from you again. Okay", I snap causing Jason to look at me.

"Just tell me where you are... I'll come and get you", she says.

Was she deaf?

"I get it. You still can't trust me to be alone with anyone but you. Don't bother. I'll go home when I feel like it... until then stop blowing up your brother phone", I say before pulling the phone away from my ear and hanging up.

I walked back near Jason who stared at me like he was shocked or something.

"What?", I asked handing him back his phone before crossing my arms.

"You just raised your voice at Alison", he says pointing out the obvious.

"Okay?", I asked him.
"Alison doesn't let people raised their voice at her", he says sounding as if what I did was special or something.

I roll my eyes, trying to ignore that stupid comment of his.

"Yeah. Whatever just take me to Alison's", I tell him walking back to the car.

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