"Allison, sweetheart, I think it's time you visit your mother." I spin around to see him standing with a knife in his hand. I glance quickly at the pistol then back at him.

"Just two more days, and I'll move out, I won't tell anyone anything." I say holding my hands up.

"No, no, no, I can't let you do that sweetheart. There's no way to be sure you won't tell." He steps toward me.

"You do realize I'm not the only on right? Riley and the others, they're still alive. You don't have to do this." I state.

"But I do." He lunges forward and I dive toward the pistol. The knife grazes my side and I yell out before kicking the safety off and aiming the gun just as he pulls the knife back to stab me. I pull the trigger and he falls flat on the ground. I slowly stand, despite the pain in my side from the cut, and he moves, mumbling something. I close my eyes and pull the trigger again. All movement from him stops and tears form in my eyes. I limp to the bathroom and clean the fresh wound before covering it with a big bandage. I search the cabinet for ibuprofen and something to clean the gun with. I take five ibuprofen and remove my finger prints, along with some blood, from the gun before wrapping it in a shirt and putting it in the cabinet. I force the tears away and walk out into the living room. I throw a black sheet over my father's corpse before cleaning the blood from the walls. I throw away the empty bottle of wine and the glass he was drinking from.

He wasn't always like that. He used to care. He used to love me, once upon a time.

Now the man who was once alive a drinking like there was no tomorrow is lying on the floor, dead.

"Tell her I said hi." I whisper to the body before opening the window. Something wet slides down my side and I look at it. I'm bleeding worse than I thought. I go back to the bathroom and take the bandage off. I press gauze against my side firmly, only to have it be filled with blood seconds later.

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"Carlisle! Emmett!" Alice runs into the room. "He's going to kill Allison! You have to go now!"

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I wrap my side tightly in bandage then apply pressure to lessen the flow of blood. My vision dots and I take a long drink of water. I'm losing too much blood. I press harder against my side and grimace at the pain. Blood coats my hand and I change the bandage again before washing the blood off of my hand. I finish my bottle of water and go grab another. I chug it and look back at my side, I'm not bleeding nearly as much anymore. I drink half of another bottle of water before changing the bandage again. I take another sip from my bottle before going upstairs to grab my phone.

Alice knows. She sent Carlisle and Emmett. I lock the screen and put it in my pocket before grabbing my bag of skittles. I walk downstairs and eat a few before drinking more water. I check my phone again- 10 missed calls and only about 50 unread text messages. I lock my phone and put it in the kitchen. I glance back at my side, not bleeding nearly as bad anymore. I eat a few more skittles then take a sip of water and turn on the TV. I flip through channels and continue snacking on skittles. I don't particularly watch TV, mainly because I'm either busy cleaning or something else. I hear my phone going off and groan before getting up and walking toward it. I bite my lip and stare at the screen before it goes to voicemail, then goes away completely. I open a random drawer and drop my phone inside after shutting it off completely. I close the drawer and I get a slight pain in my side. I take the bandage off and clean it again before putting on another. I sit back down on the couch and change the channel once again. The house phone rings and I grab the gun from the bathroom before shooting the phone. I put the gun on the table in front of me and change the channel. I finish the bottle of water and put it in the trash. I shut off the TV and start cleaning the house again.

"People usually stick to habits, even after something outrageous happens, it's what keeps them from losing it completely."

I shake my head and straighten the couch and recliner back up. I fix the dining room then move toward the hallway. I fix the pictures that moved during everything and clean what's left of the blood off. I take the phone and the receiver and throw them away. I start cleaning the kitchen again and try to make everything look normal. I dust off the TV then start cleaning the office. Once everything is clean and placed properly I walk back out into the living room. I sweep the kitchen again and then pace the dining room, trying to think of something else to clean. I walk into the laundry room and fill a basket full of clothes before dragging it into the living room. I sit on the couch with my legs folded under me before folding the laundry. I drink another bottle of water and eat another handful of skittles. I drag the folded clothes into the back room before going back and fixing up the living room.

"What are doing?" Emmett asks.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm cleaning." I reply fixing the pillows.

"Allison I can smell the blood." He states.

"Good for you." I turn to face him and cross my arms. "Not all of it's mine anyways."

"Emmett she's trying to distract herself so she doesn't think about what happened. Don't push her." Carlisle says. I turn back around and fix the vase on the dining room table.

"I'm not trying to distract myself, I'm trying to make it not look noticeable that my father tried to murder me, then got himself killed. The only problem is I'm not exactly in shape for dragging dead bodies out into the woods." I state placing my hands against the table.

"Why didn't answer any of my calls or texts?" Emmett asks.

"My phone is upstairs and the landline broke." I reply. "And I'm trying to clean up a potential crime scene. Not like I have anything to say anyways." I walk toward the office but he stops me. He places a hand on the side that isn't injured then looks in my eyes. "I'm fine, Emmett. Really, I am."

"Allison."

"Okay, so maybe I'm not in perfect shape but I'm still alive and moving. I'm fine." I state before continuing to the office. I place my hand against the wall and close my eyes taking a deep breath.

"You're trying to convince yourself nothing happened. You know that you're not going to last very much longer, you just don't want to believe it." Carlisle states.

"That's not what it is. He wasn't always like that, he used to care, he used to not drink all of time. We used to go on little road trips or just sit and talk without fighting, or watch a movie or two. He used to read to me, it always one of my mother's favorite books. He was reading them a lot more, and trying to hide it from me. He did a terrible job at it because he never put the wine back. That's the only time he'd drink wine, when he read those books." I take a deep breath. "The first shot didn't kill him. It just gave me a chance to get far enough so he couldn't reach me. His last words were him quoting her favorite line. I shot him again because if he managed to get up, I wouldn't have been able to run."

"You're still trying to avoid the fact that you've lost a lot of blood." Emmett says quietly.

"Maybe." I whisper.

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