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Emily's POV
I sigh in annoyance as I sat on the couch with both my arms and legs crossed as Alison stared at me.
She was so determined to talk about "US" when in reality none of us knew what "US" even was or what we were doing.
"emily.. can't you see I'm trying. Please talk to me. You haven't said a word since you got into the car"
Her voice filled with so much emotion telling me she was serious. But couldn't she tell that I no longer cared, I wanted nothing to do with her. And it sucks because a part deep down inside of me is literally screaming at myself to turn and talk this whole thing out with her.
"I'm tired of talking" I say without eye contact causing her to approach the couch and sit near me.
The tension in the air is thick.
"What do you I have to do to make understan- before she even finish I cut her off not wanting her to say anymore. "To let me go. You do know this is a crime, right? Holding someone against their will is considered as kidnapping", I say seriously looking to her eyes.
Our eyes met immediately, I watch as she clinches her jaw, "I didn't kidnap you... you are free to go whenever you feel like it", she says.
I slightly smiled, "then I guess there's nothing left to discuss then, it it?", I asked getting up about to walk out the living room when Alison quickly stood up and grab me arm.
I stood still in her grab, I breathed heavily. Before I could even fix my mouth to tell her to let me go she began speaking.
"I'm sorry, okay" I slowly turn around to her watching her face expression change.
"For everything", she says looking at me and something inside of me wanted to believe her but she lost my trust.
I no longer believed anything that came out her mouth. She probably says this same thing to every girl who finds out all her words were bullshit lies.
"For everything? Is that one of your lines... that you tell every other girl?" My voice is small, it meant it in a joking matter but all of me took it serious and wanted to know.
"Regardless what you think... I have never felt the way I feel about you towards any other girl", she says pulling me closer.
"Feel What? What exactly do you feel Alison? Because I remember being told you don't catch feelings", I snap.
She sighs deeply, running her fingers through her hair, after letting go of me.
"What exactly did Samara tell you?", she asked so concerned on what her little whore told me.
But was that really important right now? It doesn't matter what she said. What matters that she was telling the truth, as much as I prayed she wasn't.
