Yowzaaaa! I got an update! I hope my readers are still here! I spent every minute I got out of my vacation to do this! And don't worry! There will be ANOTHER long one by the weekend! The silence was screaming at us as we cruised away from the police station. I watched as the lights grew dimmer and dimmer, gulping at the thought of being alone with Alexander. Normally it wouldn't have bothered me. I mean, why would it bother me that I was alone with my boyfriend? If I could still call him that. Ever since he ditched me at the diner, we hadn't talk. Sure, there had been the texts he sent me that morning, when we were supposed to "meet". But I didn't show up, nor respond. I had been too hangover from the night before. Recalling this, my memory trailed to the party, and my breath caught in my throat. Logan. Me. Kissing. Logan. I had totally forgotten about it, about Auvrey. Now I realize that there was still a huge mess on my plate, and I didn't have the utensils to clean it up. What if Zander found out? Would he break up with me? Were we even still together? What if- "So you stole a dress," he broke my train of thoughts and I could hear him drawing out his words carefully. I ducked my head. Okay, Zander, did you just WANT to make me feel even more guilty? "Yeah. I did." I said softly, trying to remain confident. "Why?" he turned to look at me. "I-Uh-well-um-" I stammered. In reality, I had no idea why. Why HAD I stolen the dress? Because Alice told you to a little voice in my head chirped. Alice. I totally forgot about her. My heart started to beat. Did she get caught too? Zander couldn't have bailed her out too, he had no idea I wasn't alone. "I-I have to make a call," I searched my pockets for my phone and pulled it out, quickly scrolling through my contacts. "Can that wait?" Zander sounded a bit annoyed, "I haven't spoken to you in two weeks," "And whose fault is that?" I snapped, pausing the scrolling through my phone to look at him. "You didn't meet me that day!" he said. "You ditched me!" I snarled. "At least I gave a call, you didn't return any of my texts!" "Your texts?" I snorted, "The only texts you sent me were on that day. Nothing else. You haven't even been in school!" "I was visiting my aunts and uncles in Maine! Alison could've been with them!" I rolled my eyes, "And you decide to tell me this AFTER you come back?" "When I came back," he glared at me, "I find out that you get thrown into JAIL!" I turned away from him, having nothing else to say, but he continued. "And you never answered my question. WHY did you steal?" I bit my lip, "A-A friend told me to." Saying it out loud, actually analyzing the situation, I realize it was a really really stupid move. "What kind of friend tells you to steal?" "My ONLY friend?" I said back. His brows furrowed, "What about Abi? Ginny?" I remembered my 'fight' with Abi. We weren't even on speaking terms anymore. And Ginny? She was probably hanging with Ally, Natalya's sister. "I don't want to talk about it," I said quietly. "Fine," he hit the steering wheel and it was only then when I realized we had been parked at my driveway for quite some time. The lights on the porch were now off, and I glanced at my watch. 1:54AM. Wow. Then I remembered that my parents had left for France the day before, so I was home alone. "A-Are you going to be okay driving home?" I said timidly. He gave me a curt nod and I heard the lock on the doors unlatch. That's my cue, I guess. I had one hand on the handle when my phone started ringing. "Hello?" "ZY! THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE OKAY!" a waaaaaay screechy voice yelled in my ear. . "Hey Alice," I smiled to myself a bit, then frowned, remembering that she had been the one who got me into this. "HOW DID IT HAPPEN ANYWAY? I'M SURE I BIT THE TAG OFF!" she screamed again, and I held the phone slightly away from my ear. I could hear thumping of music in the background and I felt a flash of betrayal. Her friend was almost in jail because of her and she was out PARTYING?! "Yeah. Okay Alice, I don't know what happened. I'm fine. My...er...boyfriend bailed me out," I paused slightly at the word, taking a quick peak at Zander, checking whether he noticed my usage of the term, or the reluctance saying it. He had his jaw fixed intensely, eyes kept on the dark road in front of the car. Through it all, I could tell he was listening in a bit on our conversation. The loud pumping of the music broke my train of thoughts and brought me back to Alice. She screamed a response again, "REALLY? ALEXANDER SAVED YOU?" My tongue was rolling to pronounce the word, "Yeah", when I paused and changed my sentence, "How did you know his name?" I trailed back to the long conversations when we would have about everything and anything, and I was positive I hadn't mentioned Zander to her. There was a pause in her line, and some shuffling. In a few moments, the music ceased; she must've found a much more quiet area. "You mentioned him to me once," she said a bit tensely. I was confused again. I hadn't. Maybe Peter mentioned him? "I didn't," I responded automatically. Alice gave a light and shaky giggle, "You must've bit too drunk to remember!" I chuckled a bit too, but my mind was still puzzled. Suddenly this uncomfortable sensation came over me, and I turned to look at Zander. He was staring at me, kind of beckoning me to leave. Sheesh. I struggled to open the handle and clutch my purse at the same time. With my phone wedged between by ear and my shoulder, I clambered into the cool night air, making my way towards the parking way. "Cassy!" Alexander's voice called behind me, and my heart soared. Maybe he wanted to talk this one out? Maybe he had forgiven me? "You dropped something," he raised a small rectangular Polaroid picture up it the air, waving it. Oh. "Hey Zy! You should really come here! It's soooo fun," Alice yakked in my ear. My eyes were still focused on Zander. He was waving up a picture Alice and I had taken with her disposable Polaroid cam on a certain rainy day. Alice had her tongue out and I was puckering my lips. Not my best moment for Zander to see. " I'm in the club XY downtown!Logan's here! But you have a boyfriend already. And he has a girlfriend, but hey, they'll never know!" Alice continued, but I resumed ignoring her. Opening the car door again, I reached forward to grab the picture from Zander, careful not to touch his fingers. Before I could grasp the photo, he jerked back, a sudden movement. I leaned back in shock, and stared at him, Alice still talking my ear off. "C-Cassy?" he started. I was a bit startled by his tone. He sounded nervous. Zander's never nervous. "Yeah...?" "Who's this in the picture?" He stared at the picture with such intensity that I hesitated before answering, and when I did, I was blabbering, "Oh that's Alice or Liz. She's my friend. She's actually really cool and I'm taking to her right now." "Hellooo? Zy?" as if on cue, Alice yelled in my ear. "Aaand she's on the phone with you right now?" Zander asked, still analyzing the photograph. I ignored Alice's attempts to catch my attention, "Yes she is-why do you ask?" Alice finally shut up muttering something about the connection being lost, before finally hanging up. Then there was only silence in the vehicle, and I could sense Zander was playing with his words before answering. And when he did answer, my whole world fell, crumbling piece by piece, like an old ruin being hit by a storm, finally breaking it's already fragile structure. "..because she's my missing sister." Surprise! Didn't see that one coming, did you? How's THAT for super long?
Oh my freaking gosh— From the top. Well, I love it! There's no room for criticism, it's PERFECT!! Loving the twist there
Lil' suspense and surprise down there. "Y-You're WHAT?" I stared at Alexander crazily, waiting for the camera's to come out and Justin Bieber to scream, "GOTCHA!" ,but it didn't happen. "My m-missing sister! Alison!" he started tapping his foot wildly, "T-That's her!" I shook my head. Was he high or something? No WAY could Alice be Alison. "No-no, listen to me Cassy. Alice is Alison. Her name! ALICE and ALISon. That's her nickname. But Alice with an S, not a CE. Alis," he said in a rush, and I didn't want to admit it, but I saw what he meant. But I stood my ground. Was my only friend my boyfriend's lunatic sister? "Woah..don't you think that's a bit rash? I mean, a lot of people have blond hair and all. The picture isn't even that clear," but I was lying to myself, the picture was very clear, like it was taken professionally. "Let's see for sure. Where did she say she was?" he revved up the engine, signaling at me to enter the car, which I did, and glancing at me for an answer. Don't tell him, don't tell him. my mind pounded. If.... If Alice-um, or Alis, was his sister...then he'd take her back...and I'd be friendless....alone. "Cassy," Alexander seemed to sense my reluctance, and he pronounced my name in a warning tone. "Club XY," I blurted out before my senses could get the best of me. He nodded, grim, "I know that place," And he was off. Throttling at full speed, he cruised by narrow winding paths, never pausing by the traffic lights or intersections. It was too late into the night for anyone to be out anyway. The street lamps flickered weakly, and rain started to pour. His wipers exterminated the falling droplets fast, but the road was still almost unrecognizable. It took all my trust in him not to have a heart attack. Suddenly he thrust his arm back, and both of us came flying forward, then back. We were silent for a while, hearts pounding, minds whirling. "...We're here.." he finally said. I observed the small shack before us. We were parked in the block beside it. Two lighted letters, X and Y glowed in the darkness, though the letter X was staggering to keep light. Music pounded from inside, and occasional cheers rose and ringed in our ears. There were a few cars in the parking lot, each beat-up and sputtering oil dangerously. As I made my move to open the door, Alexander grabbed my arm, and pulled me back. "Cassy. She knows." when I stared at him, confused, he continued, "Alis knows that...that we're together. She knows you're face. She knew the whole time," I gulped, and nodded, and mustered all my strength to sound confident and like I didn't believe him, "She knows...only if she really is your sister," With my head held up high, I pushed the door open and put on foot out. The doors to XY flew open noisily stopping me from my act, and a drunken girl staggered out. Her hair was a mess and her lipstick smeared. I craned my neck to look inside, there were people dancing and a shady looking band playing in the background. I turned to Zander, who was staring at the girl. What, was he thinking of hitting on her? I snapped my fingers, irritated, "Are you comi-" Then it happened. A flash of lights, the screeching of metal, smell of burnt rubber, asphalt roads being skid across by a whirling vehicle. The sound of a thud, and someone hurtling towards us. Alexander pulling me back, calling my name, enveloping me in his arms in a protective stance. Glass was suddenly flying everywhere, it hit my face, my hair, my arms. I don't know if I screamed, or if I had enough breath left to. I remember sobbing Alexander's name over and over again, I remember his arms around me, holding me close. I remember thinking I'm going to die, I'm going to die . Then there was only silence. I took a few fast breaths, not fully comprehending what was happening. I felt Alexander's arms slowly loosen around me. I relished that moment surprisingly; his arms around me. It felt good. He leaned back, and I did too. I gasped at the scene before us. The dashboard was sprinkled with shards of broken glass, and there was a gaping hole with cracks encircling it in the middle of the windshield. Then I glanced at us. I was bleeding at the side of my face, and I had a few cuts around my arms. Alexander was much worse since he had shielded me, preventing me from any sustaining major damage. Half his face was covered in blood, and a long gash ran across his arm and plenty of other places bleedcprofoundly But the most horrifying sight of all was the drunken girl's lifeless form, lying on the hood of the car. She was facing into oblivion, her hair matted with blood. I involuntarily started crying, and it took me a few moments to gather myself and realize that Alexander was making a move to exit the vehicle. I watched as he slowly got out of the car, careful not to step on any pieces of glass. I saw as he confronted the girl, and just for millisecond, I observed that the girl moved. Just a twitch, maybe a force of gravity, but it was an indication that she was alive. In a flash, my phone was in my hand and I started to dial 911, when I heard Alexander give a horrid, earth-shattering gasp. I raised my head from my phone, my finger pausing over the last 1, and I slowly met Alexander's eyes. I knew what he was going to say before the words even escaped his mouth. "I-It's.....Alison." You didn't expect that, didn't you?
Don't think I forgot about this story! It's Alison. It's Alison! Alison is lying right there unconscious. My mind buzzed again and again as my head hung limply on my hands, my shaking fingers gripping the strands of brown. "Miss?" My head shot up and I saw Zander at the receptionist, talking to some police officers, dealing with the legal casualties am concerning the guy who hit Alison. (who got only a few scratches, I know, what kind of karma is that?) Then my gaze travelled to the suited man peering at me. He held a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. "Y-Yes?" He studied his clipboard quickly, before turning back to me, "It seems...that Alison has suffered a minor brain injury. She's sleeping now," "Will there be any sustaining damage?" Alexander was suddenly at the doctor's side, and I have no idea how he traveled there so quickly. The doctor glanced at him quickly before scanning his notes again, "Ah. We're not quite sure yet...hmm," "What is it?" I pressed deeper. "It seems, she may or may not recall the memory of these past few days," he said solemnly. She won't remember? Then...she won't remember me. She won't remember ME. Nothing? Really? Before I knew it, my head hung low again, and I was sobbing swift, quick sobs. I heard the doctors footsteps as he left us, and I felt Alexander sit down beside me. I didn't want him to say anything. What could he say? Nothing could make this better. Nothing. What had happened to the innocent love story I wanted? Why was it just so complicated? "Cassy I-" Beep. Zander was interrupted by the vibrating of my phone deep inside my pocket. I fished it out, and the screen glowed to life. It was 7:30 AM, so school started a mere hour later. The time caught my attention. But not as much as the message that danced around my screen. Hey, ****. Meet me at school in ten minutes...or else. The same horrid video of me kissing Xavier taunted me below, and my breath caught. I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't loose Alexander AGAIN. So I grabbed my things, standing up quickly, ignoring Zander's protests. "I have to go, Zander. See you later," it wasn't the best goodbye, but it would have to do. I had a ***** to meet. I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU TOFIND OUT WHAT AUVREY WANT CASSY TO DO. YAYAYAY.