Ali's POV:

"Just drive Ali!" Alfie yelled at me as I sat there petrified of him, he looked twisted, full of rage and envy, all I wanted was for Jim to appear and help but there was no sign of him.

I had to obey his orders, so I pulled away from the side and drove off in no general direction. For a while we remained silent, but then I spoke up, trying to defend myself.

"Where are we going?" I asked nervously.

"To the beach, I know how much you love it." He said maliciously.

I felt myself gulp and my throat tighten, I wish Jim was here, God I even wish Caspar was here rather than Alfie, could I jump? Run out when we arrive? He can't force me can he?

As we arrived I grabbed my keys and ran away from him, I heard him yell my name but I didn't look back, I was too scared of what I would see if I did.

Running was good, too bad I did very little of it and soon became out of breath and delirious, my vision doubled and I sat down for a moment before getting up an running again, trying to text Jim but my hands were shaking too much for me to type.

A second later I fell into someone, not the best thing to do when you're trying to run away from a psycho. "Sorry!" I yelled to him as I stood back up, he grabbed a hold of my arms to check I was okay, but I couldn't stop shaking.

"Hey it's alright, are you okay miss?" He asked and I knew that voice, I was too afraid to look up and as I did I felt faint.

"Get off of me!" I yelled and continued to run, was I going crazy? I didn't just see Caspar in a suit and tie, carrying a brief case? What's wrong with me?

I continued to run and felt myself going in circles, constantly wondering where Alfie was and the terror being consistent in my mind.

"There's no where for you to hide."

"He's going to tell everyone."

"Get used to this Ali, as once he tells you'll be doing this all your life."

Voices kept knocking me down but I couldn't see where they were coming from, I finally thought my best bet would be to go back to my car and drive away as quickly as I could.

My phone began to ring and I grabbed it out of my pocket and could just make out who it was, Jim. "Jim! You've got to help me its Alf-" The line went dead, and then I heard a smash, my phone was destroyed on the floor and Alfie stood next to me with a devious smile.

"Come on Ali, we've got a lot of talking to do." He grabbed my arm and no matter how hard I tried to resist it was useless, he was too strong for me.

What happened to Alfie? The Alfie I first met was sweet and caring, he didn't care about the secret, but why did he cheat?

As we walked further away from my destroyed phone I fought back tears, I tried to make eye contact with people but they all seemed too ignorant to care, I tried speaking up and calling for help but it was no use, my voice wouldn't work.

How mad I must look, a girl in her pyjamas looking desperate and hurt, with a potential psychotic dragging me away, back to an asylum.

A few minutes later we stopped, now we were close to the beach by the rocks and I felt that this would be the last thing I saw.

"Listen here Alison, if you tell anyone then things will only get worse for you, I now know what you know and you may think you have the upper hand but you don't. You know what I'm capable of and I won't hesitant to do worse." He told me in a firm voice as I remained silent.

"What's the worst you could do? Tell Zoe? Let's see whose side she would be on?" I spoke up with a lot of attitude, I need to defend myself. "And Alfie, out of the two of us lets just say I'm not afraid of you or your potential threats, you're just some sad guy who makes videos on his everyday activities. Whereas I have faced animals and care for them, some say that panthers are deadly and should be feared, but I find them soft like kittens, to me you're the equivalent of a panther, trying to appear threatening but really you don't have the guts." He remained silent as I finished, having said what I wanted to say, he looked up, his face more twisted than I had imagined.

"Go." He said softly, I felt hesitant to respond, was he a pretending to be like a kitten? Or was he about to unleash a panther.

"What?" I asked abruptly, waiting for him to scream at me.

"I said go Ali, leave. Go back home and don't come back." And with that I didn't hesitate to go, I began to run and then once I could no longer see him crouching down on the rocks looking out to sea I took a few shaky deep breaths.

He let me go, but why? He told me never to come back and I know if I did I would face those consequences. Maybe I should talk to my siblings, but then again Zoe loves him, would she be blinded by her love for him?

As I got back to my car I unlocked it and took a few deep breaths, in between breathing exercises I felt jittery and tears began to fall from my eyes. I sat back and took one final deep breath and wiped away my tears, if Alfie saw me now he would know he defeated me, but I have to remain strong willed like everyone thinks I am.

I choose to head back to the hotel, hoping Jim would be there or so I could use the hotels phone and let him know where I was, since Alfie broke my phone. Once I arrive at the hotel, it being 4:38pm and me with some scrapes and raw skin in some excuse of pyjamas walking up to the receptionist.

"Hi miss? Can I use your phone please?" I asked pathetically as I tried to keep it all together with little success.

She simply nodded barely acknowledging me as she handed me the phone, I moved away from the reception around the corner where it was a bit less crowded so I had at least a moment of privacy.

As I dialled the number, listening to the endless ringing waiting to hear his voice the ringing stopped, and his voice greeted me.

"Hello, who is this?" He asked confused.

I let a tear fall from my eyes and held back the rest, wanting to sound strong to prove a point to him. "Caspar, this is Ali. As in Ali the friend you betrayed and good luck getting your so called plan back. I never want to hear from you again." As I told him the last words I felt my voice crack along with my heart, I try to keep a good front but now I'm done trying.

I dialled a different number and let the tears fall, not caring anymore who sees. "Jim! Please, I'm at the hotel, I- I want to go home." I sobbed down the phone wiping my face with little results.

"I'm on my way Ali, I'll meet you in the hotel room, pack all the stuff together and we'll leave." Jim remained calm as ever, one of his perks, how exceptionally calm he is to everyone no matter the situation.

A moment later I hung up the phone and wiped my eyes and sniffed, I turned around the corner and kept my head down, placing the phone back on the receptionists desk and walked towards the lift. As I got inside I felt disheartened to see I wasn't alone, an old lady stood with her handbag and hummed a song.

All I wanted was to be alone but I can't, and these doors are still open for the whole world to see what a mess I've become. "What floor dear?" The old lady asked me as I lifted my head up to face her, sniffing and moved my hair out of my face so I could at least be polite.

"Oh, floor six please." I told her and gave her my most authentic fake smile, she smiles to me and presses the button then goes into her bag and hands me a tissue. "Thank you." I told her as I blew my nose and wiped my eyes.

"Heartbreak dear?" She asked me and I simply nodded. "I've been through a few of that in my day, but trust me, the sooner you think 'why did I waste my time with them' the better you'll feel." She told me and I let out a small laugh.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." I told her as the doors opened and I smiled and waved goodbye.

The doors closed on her and that small moment that made me smile had ended, my dry face began to feel wet again and I just grabbed the key and ran in my room.

At that moment all I wanted to do was collapse onto the bed and cry to some poetic music like in most Disney princess films, but knowing me I would trip before reaching the bed and hit my face, hardly elegant.

Once I reached the bed and just sat down for a few minutes looking at the dull pattern on it I glanced up to see my reflection in the mirror. I won't lie, I looked dreadful, and I feel that way too, I decided to stop with the self pity and grab all of mine and Jim's stuff and then get changed into some jeans but kept my hoodie and pyjama top on as no one will notice.

As I walked out with all of our stuff I made my way back to the lift, placed all of the stuff down and then pressed the button to go down. "Wait!" Someone yelled causing me to be more aware of my surroundings so I grabbed the door holding it open as someone came running towards it.

A young man with light brown hair which swooped across his forehead came in and pressed a button, I quickly moved some of my bags out of his way allowing him more room and hoping he wouldn't notice me. "Thanks." He told me and I simply smiled to the floor, which he may not have seen so I'll have to be social able here.

"It's alright." I mumbled and then the lift doors closed.

"Do I know you? I mean you look like someone I may have known a long time ago." He said turning to face me causing me to look up and have to have an actual conversation.

"I'm not sure, I mean you seem familiar to me. What's your name?" I asked, his face reminded me of someone, I just couldn't determine who.

"I'm Peter Mitchell." He handed me a business card, Mitchell? Why did that ring a bell?

"I'm Ali Sugg. No business card." I told him and he pulled a face to me.

"This may be a bit personal but are your parents Joanne and Mark Mitchell?" This threw me off a bit, then the lift doors open and I quickly walked out not responding and handed in my keys. "I knew it." He came and stood by me as I filled in a form.

"Knew what?" I turned to face him, scanning his eyes to try and figure him out.

"You're adopted aren't you." He asked.

"Listen, I don't know who you are or who sent you but leave me alone, you're invading my privacy." I told him with a lot of attitude, that stuff cannot just be assumed, what if Caspar or Alfie got him to come and see me, manipulate me? I just don't know who to trust.

Once I filled the form in I grabbed mine Jim's stuff and walked out, glaring at Peter and found Jim by my car. As soon as I got to him I dumped the bags and hugged him tightly, just someone to listen, someone who wouldn't shut me out, Jim will always be there for me when I need him.

On the way home I told Jim what happened and he didn't interrupt once, he knows if he interrupts I'll lose my concentration on what I was talking about, creating less of a flow in my series of events. When I had finished he seemed as confused and afraid for me as I was.

"So Alfie broke your phone, threatens you and demands you leave and blackmails you? And you didn't report this psycho to the police?" Jim said shocked and shook his head.

"If I told the police what would happen? Zoe would find out in the worst way possible everyone would get involved and it would be all over the Internet. Great idea Jim but I can handle it on my own." I laid it out flat, I knew the consequences and dealt with them, he doesn't understand how this is fully affecting me.

"Then some creep asks you about your family?" He says abruptly.

"He knew my birth parents names, I didn't even know their surnames. I think I'm going to visit mum and then dad to see what they know about them and give me more of an insight on my family history." I told Jim as we pulled over at a service station.

"Want anything in particular?" Jim asked as I locked the car and headed inside.

"Just a hot chocolate." I smiled to him and went to the bathrooms, as I came out I felt insecure without my phone, I'll have to borrow Jim's and phone the family, even though I've been ignoring Zoe she deserves to know I'm okay since I'm going home.

As I sat there trying to think of what to say I just did it, no hesitation anymore. "Ali! I was so worried about you where are you?! Come back I'm not going to force you to tell me anything Joes here to talk as well and there's so much to say!" A concerned Zoe yelled at me down the phone.

Yet all I could do was sigh. "At least it means I don't have to make two phone calls, hi Joe." I said calmly, trying to not get emotional again.

"Hey Ali, are you safe?" He asked with concern in his voice like Zoe.

"I'm alright, I'm actually on my way home and my phones broken so I can't call or text you on my number but when I'm home I'll talk to you then, in safe and okay so don't worry. I'll speak to you soon." I said fighting back the tears and gushed it all out a once, if I hesitated at any seconds the tears would've fallen at a dramatic speed and I don't want them knowing I'm upset.

Once I hung up the phone I sat there and took a few deep breaths, in some attempt to calm myself down with little success, shortly after Jim returned handing me a hot chocolate and I smiled to him, blowing on my drink to cool it down.

The warmth which radiated from the cup was desperately needed, I feel icy inside and out, this being the first warm thing I've felt in the last few days. I thought I could cope with all of it, buts it's blatantly clear that I'm a wreck.

"Jim, I need to go home." I turned to him as he put his seatbelt on, pulling a face at me.

"That's where we're going Ali, back home." He said slightly confused.

"No I mean home. To my old house." I told him as I shut my eyes tightly to fight back the tears.

"You're weak Ali."

"Powerless."

"What is your purpose?"

"You don't deserve to be happy."

I pulled my legs up to my chest and threw my drink out of the window and held my hands to me ears to stop it all, the voices, the noise, the drama, even the love.

"Ali! Ali!" Jim shook me repeatedly calling my name but his calling became more faint, I sat there in the darkness, letting it consume me.