Perfect Poison

CHAPTER 19

Alison's pov

3 days earlier...

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 W E.  A R E.  C O M I N G.  F O R.  Y O U.

 S U R R E N D E R

T H R O W  A W A Y  H E R.  W E A P O N S

Y O U   W I L L  D O   A S  I. S A Y.

crazy questions, demands and thoughts circled my head, doubts spreading like wildfire.

These commands, who were behind them? Why were my parents ordering me to do this. It was always planned for me to pick them up today, as i just never knew what secret actually was hidden within these conversations. "Make sure your all weapon free, you will all be safer without any weapons today, take the kids to school and then take them over to our house, ." "Don't move outside with anything metal, don't initiate any fighting."

what could they have meant we would be safer without weapons, was an attacker watching us? Were we in mortal danger if we had protection?

were our days numbered? Were they intimidated by our strength? All of these thoughts and more ran through me, as i went on my mission to pick up two teens that hate my guts. "Make sure they are not armed with anything dangerous and you will be safe, it's better this way." WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN.

thats like blackmailing someone powerful and warning them to surrender so they can live, but still be assaulted. what kind of false logic is this... Was my mother in bed with another business?  Did she  use me as a undercover espionage?

The unbearably wet, dark,bumpy road ahead, caused dark possibilities to crawl in and out. What if serenity hates me? i'll feel humiliated, Ayato will be there... he hates me too! i should have never slept with him that night, love is a concept neither of us understood, but we should have been prompted to not go that far.Sexual healing is a complex action, it can bring people together, and also tear them apart. 

back 2 years ago, i never understood this.

"Aaaah, the joys of being well off." I giggled happily, throwing my  saint Lauren bags to the ground, my king sized bed awaiting me to topple it.

"You should start spending more wisely, Your wasting your allowance on frivolous things." My boyfriend mumbled, placing bags quietly next to the door. He seemed somewhat, stiff, but i dismissed it for nerves.

"At least i don't sneak out my house every night to go clubbing." I scoffed falling onto My hotel satin sheets, the dim light only revealing a shadow. "Alison..." it sighed. "Please., you know i need escape."

"What? You want me to take a break from exposing your mistakes?" I smiled, kicking of my socks  "One day, you'll have to own up to your  crap little boy, and grow some balls, rather that then continue going to them with little to offer."

I turn my head to feel dishwater blonde hair flying across the duvet cover. His sullen eyes locked with mine, breath hitched as i awaited him to surrender and finally fall under my spell. I've always been good at this game.

Our gems twinkled at each other blindingly, the lamp flickering  with anxiousness.

Is he going to kiss me? Usually when i insult him he kissed me to shut me up. It's a common phenomenon ....and  distressing. I shouldn't have to humiliate him to attain love. But i'm desperate. I'm hungry. Ravenous, overly consumed with materialistic measures. Anything depicting the true feeling of someone wrapping you in their arms and kissing you like their world is falling apart. That is how i want to feel.