Chapter 6

Alison Smith POV

You won't believe the day that I day, Jesus Christ. My car was stolen and in there they took my purse, my phone, my wallet, and my keys. Good thing is that I know where James keeps his spare key, it's not a really smart place like someone would expect but good for me. I entered his house and ate something because I was obviously starving. After that, I took a bath. How am I going to call Alex so he can know I wasn't kidnapped and before he puts me on some disappearance list?

We are in the 21st century, I don't know a phone number by heart. This is going to be interesting, I guess I have to wait for James to get home, he must have some key to my house, or if he doesn't he can call Alex. When I finished dressing one of James' shirts I opened the bedroom door and saw some lights were on downstairs. Did he turn the lights on in broad daylight? Is he stupid?

I started walking down the stairs and when our eyes meet I see him holding a gun and I see that it was full of blood. Wait.. is he.. crying? James crying? What the fuck is happening? He seemed to take some seconds to realize it was me because when his expression changed he dropped the gun to the ground instantly.

"Alison... But you..." I look at his state and I can swear that I have never ever saw James like this, it looks like somebody died. Wait, did somebody die? It wasn't Alex, right? Oh god.

"James, what is happening?" I finish the stairs and put myself in front of him, I sense the smell of some alcoholic drink and look at my left seeing a bottle roll on the floor close to where we were. Was he drinking at 6 pm?

"Alison. Fuck. Thank God" he gets up from the couch and hugs me, I normally would push him away but I couldn't, I mean he looked like absolute crap and he was hugging me like it was the thing he was going to do

"Is everything okay? Did something happen to Alex? Or you? Are you okay?" At this point, I was starting to worry even more.

"We thought you were dead Alison. One of my clubs was set on fire and a woman's body was found, we thought it was you, same age, height, your car was there and your things. We thought you were dead. I came to see if you were home and it was empty. Fuck Alison, you are okay. Thank God. That was some sick joke" Tears fell down his face while it looked like he was reliving everything, I was shocked, I obviously didn't do this, so who was it?

"I'm okay, I got robbed right after dinner but I'm okay, I was close by so I came to your house. I... I don't even know what to say. Where is Alex?" he couldn't be left alone right now, I don't know what he would do.

"He stayed there, he really believed it was you. I'm going to call them" he grabs his phone and I see his wounded hand, how did he do that? I couldn't pay attention to the conversation but I saw him hang up seconds later.

"Where is your first aid kit?" he follows my gaze to his hand and gives a smile.

"I'm okay. By the way, I'm sorry but I ruined your entrance mirror" the honesty on his voice always made it worthy, I will give him that.

"Let's take care of it. I bet you have a kit in the kitchen, if not you have one in your bathroom for sure" he shows where the kit was in the kitchen and I start taking take of his wound, it wasn't shallow but it didn't need stitches either

"I'm so glad you are okay, you don't the fucking scare it was. They are coming but they still think I'm crazy" he says after a few moments of silence

"Why did the idea of me being dead upset you so much?" I guess the question was unexpected because he looked at me like I was crazy

"You are joking, right? It's you Alison if I had to choose I would die for you, you are not a random person to me, of course the idea of you being dead killed me inside" That shocked me, I'm not gonna lie

"I never felt you liked me that much, I thought you bared with me because I'm Alex's little sister. I just didn't think you saw me as a part of your life I guess. I don't know" The shock on his face showed that he was more lost than me right now.

"I think I always showed how much I care for you, we are like family Alison, we have known each other since we were babies, it's impossible to see you as not part of my life. You and Alex are the most important people to me, and then comes Mason, Mateo, and Ethan. I feel the need to protect you because I'm the boss, if something happens to you I know it is my fault and I don't know if I could live with that" I would say he is lying for my own sake but I saw the sincerity on his eyes and started rethinking the things I have been doing for the last months

"ALISON!" My brothers screams basically echoed through the house in the second he opens the front door and he comes running to the living room, when he seems me it looks like his life returned to his body, he breathed slowly and heavily and then the other 3 arrived and did the exact same thing. They are clearly traumatized.

"I'm okay, I just got robbed. I'm sorry" Seconds after that my brother finally reacts

"For fuck sake. Thank God you are safe Alison. I thought my life would end today. Come here" I go into his arms to receive the hug he just offered, and it was just like James' hug, seemed like the last thing they would do.

After that, the others hugged me too and we all sat on the couch, assimilating all the things that happened today, first I'm dead, then alive. That's too much. But after some more deep breaths, they looked like they got over it.

"What happened to your hand James?" Ethan asks after some good minutes of silence and they all look at James' hand that was now bandaged.

"I punched Alison's entrance mirror when I had a fit of rage thinking she was really gone" They all nod their heads like it was normal, was it though? Did they all punch things today or is that a new habit?

"The real question is: If wasn't me who was it that died? And who went through all that trouble to make it seem like it was me?" They all looked at me at the exact same time, creepy but okay.