Love is Endless

What's Worse Than Death?

ALL RIGHTS GO TO MARLENE KING

There is going to be a lot of flashbacks in this chapter :) 

WOO 4000+ words!

Love has no age, no limit; and no death. - John Galsworthy

Chapter 13: What’s Worse Than Death?

Emily’s POV:

I wake up to the sound of Ali’s quiet whimpers escaping from her mouth. She’s having another nightmare. It pains me to actually know that she’s most likely dreaming about that event. 

I press my lips gently on hers, trying to wake her up easily.

“It’s okay, I’m here, you’re safe.” I whisper into her ear. I think for once it actually works because as soon as she hears my voice she starts whimpering slightly less.

“I love you Alison, I’ll keep you safe.” Ali suddenly stops whimpering and opens her eyes slowly. 

“Emily?” She says, clearly confused.

“Hey baby.” I coo, brushing a strand of hair away from her angelic face.

“What time is it?” She asks, rubbing her eyes.

I reach over for my phone and I jump up in surprise. “Shit! It’s 7:53, we’re going to be late!” 

“Can’t we stay home today?” Ali groans into the pillow. 

“I wish but we can’t, we’ve already missed way to much school.” I say, and Ali rolls out of bed.

“Where are you going?” I ask her.

“I’m taking a quick shower.” She smiles flirty at me and I almost faint.

“Okay.” I reply, getting my books packed.

“So are you.” Ali say coyly and I almost fall over.

“Okay.” I smirk at her, taking off my shirt and following her into the bathroom.

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Ali and I bolt into Ezra’s class, almost tripping over each other in the process. The girls stare at us with amused expressions and I role my eyes at them.

“I’m sorry that we’re late Mr. Fitz.” I say as we quickly walk over to the back of the class room, Ali sitting in front of me

“Uh, just don’t make a habit out of it.” Ezra says and continues his lesson about How to Kill a Mocking Bird.

I wasn’t exactly paying attention to Ezra’s lecture, honestly, I wasn’t even sure what this book was about. As I stare in the back of Ali’s neck, I remember the day when I met her. I was sitting in the far back and she was sitting in front of me.

-- Flashback --

I would be lying if I said that I’m not completely nervous about entering this completely foreign building of a high school, Rosewood High School. 

“So your first class is English with Ms. Jones, it’s right over here.” Principle Hacket says as he opens up a metal blue door to the classroom. 

I’m what some would call shy, I don’t really like to stand out, I like to keep to myself and for the most it’s been working for me. So when I step into this classroom, all the unfamiliar faces staring at me, I’m debating wether or not to run.

I tare my eyes away from the floor and up towards the room of students again, they don’t exactly seem to interested in my presence, well all except for this one girl. She was eyeing me with narrowed eyes, almost as if she was looking me over, checking to see if I was worthy enough of her glare. She was already intimidating, I should stay away from her.