"Mr. Tucker, we found your daughter about 30 minutes ago and we had to give her stitches, but I think she'll be fine." Carlisle says.

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen, Allison sweetheart why don't you go to kitchen and find you something to eat." Dad says. I stiffen but walk in.

"Edward- you've got to get me out of here. It's going to be bad, very very bad." I think hoping he's listening, which he normally did when they dropped me off.

"Thank you again." Dad nods and Carlisle walks out to the car and drives off. He grabs my arm and pins me against the wall, holding his forearm against my neck. "What did you tell them!?!" He growls.

"I didn't- I didn't." I choke gasping for air trying to wrap my hand over his arm to pull it away.

"Don't lie to me dammit!" He yells.

"I-I didn't tell them. I p-promise." I continue to pry at his arm. He grabs my arm and throws me on the ground. I try to climb to my feet and he pushes me down and presses his heel against my throat.

"Don't fucking lie to me." He sneers. I cough and gasp for air.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-" I struggle to get out.

"Why don't we take this downstairs? Then we'll get you to stop lying." He pushes his heel down hard before letting up and jerking me to my feet. I cough a few times before he takes me to the basement. "What did you tell them Allison?" He asks sliding the chains off of the freezer.

"I didn't tell them anything, they found me and Dr. Cullen stitched my arm up." I reply in a small voice. "I barely said a word."

"You little whore! Stop lying!" He pushes me down into the freezer and slams the door shut. "You'll stay in there until you tell me the truth!" He locks it and I pound against the walls. I push on the lid and shake my head. I claw at the sides of the small box and kick at the back.

"Let me out!!! Let me out!!!" I scream slamming around in the freezer. "LET ME OUT!!!" I punch the top and my knuckles bust. I kick the back a few times and claw at the sides again. I hear the chains fall onto the ground and the lid opens.

"It's okay, I'll take you home with me, just stay quiet." Emmett whispers. I nod slowly before he scoops me up in his arms and carries me through the house and down the road until we reach Carlisle's car, but Alice sits in the driver's seat. Emmett holds me on his lap in the back seat of the silver Volvo. He gently rubs my arm and presses his lips to the top of my head.

"Emmett, try to keep her awake until Carlisle can see if she's slightly hypothermic or not." Alice says glancing into the rearview mirror. There was an instance where I was hypothermic, only because Dad sat by the freezer for two hours before he went upstairs, they had to another half an hour before they could get in. It happened two other times, but that was the worst.

"Alli, try to stay awake, just for a little bit longer." Emmett says tucking hair behind my ear. I nod sleepily and he slips his fingers through mine and squeezes my hand. I slightly smile at the gesture.

†††††

Edward speeds over to Bella's truck and puts an arm around her and holds an arm out to stop the vehicle spinning toward her. Emmett keeps me near him while everything unravels. Edward jumps out from the bed of the orange truck and walks over to us.

"You're going to have to tell Carlisle." Rosalie states as Edward places his hands on the side of the Volvo.

"Yeah, I know." He nods sounding pissed.

"If she knows the Quilettes it won't be long before she learns the truth." Jasper says.

"They won't tell her anything." Alice says.

"Still won't be long until she figures you out." I state. "Especially with someone sneaking through her window at night."

"How do you know?" Edward asks.

"When I went over to talk to Jessica, she said something about dreaming that there was quote; “a guy in my room that looked exactly like Edward, but after I blinked a few times he was gone.” I know for a fact that she wasn't dreaming." I reply.

"Busted." Emmett mutters. I roll my eyes slightly.

†††††

I set his plate on the table for when he gets home and walk upstairs to my room. I lay down on my bed and close my eyes.

"ALLISON TAYLOR BLAINE GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!!!" Dad's voice echoes through the house. I jump out of bed and glance at the clock.

8:45

I was out for three hours. I bolt downstairs and stand in front of him.

"Why didn't you finish your chores?" He asks.

"I fell asleep, I didn't mean to. I had a headache. I just needed to lie down for about five minutes and then I was going to finish my chores, but I didn't mean to fall asleep, I swear." I reply scared out of my mind.

"Well, if you didn't mean to, and you had a headache that explains it, but you still didn't finish your chores so I'm going to have to punish you." He states crossing his arms. I bite my lip and slightly step backward. "Go to your room until I decide what that might be." I nod and turn around before going to my room. I close the door and sit down by my bed on the floor. I bury my face in my knees and rock. I bite my lip and hug myself tighter while I listen to the clock tick.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

"Allison, sweetheart, come downstairs!"