I lay down on the couch and sigh. I shouldn't have left. I should be there with her. Now that he's more liable to kill her, I should be there. If she dies it'll be my fault. She won't be able to get away very easy, and if she did manage where the hell would she go?

"She survived almost twelve years before that night, she'll go back to what she did if she even has to." Edward says walking in. "He's paranoid now. He doesn't want to get caught, he probably won't even yell at her for at least a month."

"The night she went back, I knew something was off about her, about everything actually. She didn't notice that I was there until I picked up the gun she had on her bed. She had just loaded it, way beyond the legal limit too, but she had it cocked and everything. The safety was on, but she's hiding something. She wouldn't say anything about why she had it or why it was ready fire, I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to say something, but something kept her from saying anything." I say. "She's either going to kill her father, herself, or both."

"Or she knows what happens to people like her father, eventually they snap. Her uncle works in the FBI, he studies behavior, she can map everything out the same way they do, she just hides that side from people. The main thing on her mind 90% of the time is satisics from many many cases. One of the people that used to work with her uncle, Agent Siever, her father was psychopath, Allison noticed connections between their fathers. One thing Siever always wanted was a dog but it was the one present her dad wouldn't get her, when Alli was younger she wanted a dog. Neither of them got a dog. Cruelty to animals is one of the main signs of a psychopath."

"Either way, she's going to kill him, you know that, or at least die trying." I sigh.

"She won't make a move until she absolutely has to, you know that, otherwise he would have been dead when she first got the gun."

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I open the top drawer of my nightstand and grab the pistol. I look at it closely and sigh. What if I'm not quick enough to pull the trigger? What if he has a gun too? What if I'm already dead and they can't save me? What will they think if I go through with this? What if he'll hate me? What if he's too late to save me? What if it's too late to do anything? What if he's waiting with a gun on the other side of that door? What if I'm already as good as gone? What if I don't get to say goodbye? What if I miss? What if this is what he wants? Does he want me to go as crazy as him before he does it? What if he wants me to do it myself? What if this is just so he doesn't get anymore blood on his hands?

"Allison, sweetheart, come here for a second!!!" Dad yells from downstairs. I gulp and put the pistol back. I walk downstairs, where my father stands at the bottom. "Do you know why this is open?" He holds a half drank bottle of liquor.

"You're drinking it." I reply.

"I found it like this." He growls. "Were you drinking?"

"No, I wasn't." I state.

"Don't lie to your father, unless of course you would like to take this conversation downstairs." He narrows his eyes. "Have you been drinking?"

"No I haven't. You opened that last night and only drank half then you went to bed." I say.

"I am going to give you one more chance Allison Taylor Blaine. Did you drink this?" He looks me in the eyes.

"No, I didn't drink anything." I reply.

"I didn't want to have to do this." He puts the bottle down. "Let's go downstairs, you should know better than to lie by now. You're almost eighteen years old." He drags me to the door and opens it. He takes me past the freezer and my heart begins to beat out of my chest. He rips open the door and shoves me into the room. He steps inside and closes the door behind him. He restrains me to the backless chair and I close my eyes. I bite down on my lip when I feel his belt lash against my back. He hits me again and I squeeze my eyes tight. My hands grips the chair until my knuckles turn white at the next strike. It hits again and a tear falls. He swings again and I yell out. "You're weak." He spits before hitting me another time. I scream and he hits me again. He takes the restraints away and pushes me onto the ground. I shakily try to stand. "Come on sweetheart. Your punishment isn't over just yet. He grips my bicep and drags me toward the freezer. He pushes me down into it and shuts the door.

"STOP!!! LET ME OUT PLEASE!!!" I bang my fists off of the lid. I hear chains rattle and I hit the lid as hard as I can. I opens slightly and I hit it again, but this time chains rattle. "LET ME OUT!!! STOP!!! LET ME OUT!!!" I pound against the sides and the top trying to get out. I hit the top again with what strength I have left and my knuckles start to bleed. "Let me- Let me out!!! Let me out!!! Let- let me out!!! Please!!! Let me- let me- let me out!!! Let me- let- le-" Everything fuzzes out to an abyss of nothingness.

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"I need to go back. This just doesn't feel right leaving her alone." I state.

"Oh please, she's just asking for attention." Rosalie scoffs.

"Shut the fuck up before I rip you limb from limb myself!" I snap.

"I'm not wrong." She says waving an arm in front of her.

"Rose!" Esme scolds. "That's enough! Go upstairs now!" Rosalie smirks at me before walking upstairs.

"Don't let it get you, she's just jealous." Jasper says walking into the room.

"I'm still going to kill her." I grumble.

"No you're not. The Volturi will go after you if you do, and kill you." Carlisle states.

"Then why don't you do something to shut her up?" I snap. Alice walks into the room with a worried look.

"Something happened. I can't see Allison's decisions anymore."