Psycho

47

{Allison}

Three days have passed since the death of Asher. I still can't believe he's really gone. He won't come back. I don't know how to feel. I miss him, but also I don't. Every time I think of him I think about our nice moments, the moments he showed me he truly cared for me, but then those moments fade into the moments he told me I was a slut or when he hit me. I cared for him, though. Even with everything that has happened. I did love him. Our relationship just didn't work out.

When I hear the bell ring I don't move from my bed. My parents are home, so I expect them to open the door. 

'He's a psychopath!' I hear Thea scream. 'He's fucking sick!' I raise my eyebrows and get up from the bed. What is she talking about?

'What do you mean?' my mother asks. I can tell she tries to stay calm. 'What happened?'

'The cause of Ashers death isn't his wounds from falling down the stairs,' Ashers father, Roger explains. 

What? I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

'He was killed by a forceful kick on the head.' My heart stops for a moment. 

'You mean...?' my mother stammers.

'That disgusting guy, Evan killed our son!' Thea screams. Did Evan... He would never, would he? 

'Thea, calm down,' my mother says. 'Is it proven?' 

'Not yet, but they will soon,' she says. 'I'll make sure he rots in jail!' The room begins to spin around me and I have to grab my desk to prevent myself from falling. Evan killed Asher... He killed him, not me. Nobody else could have done it. 

'Allison!' My mother bursts into my room. 'Have you heard?' I nod and stare bewildered at her. 

'Did you know?' she asks me then.

'Of course not!' I say. How could she ask me that? 'I thought I killed him!' A tear runs down my cheek, followed by more and I let myself sink down onto the ground. 

'I don't understand,' I whisper. My mother sits down next to me and wraps her arms around me. 

'I always knew something was up with him,' she hisses. 'I can't believe I let him near you. He's no good.' I have to talk to him. I have to know if it's true. Maybe there is another explanation. There has to be.

'I have to go,' I stammer. 'I have to talk to him.'

'You're not!' my mother says immediately. 'He's dangerous, Allison! Think about what he could do to you.' 

'We don't even know for sure it was him!' I yell. 'I have to see him. He won't hurt me. I know he won't.' 

'Allison Hill, use your brain!' my mother says. 'He's a murderer!' I shake my head.

'I have to speak with him before I believe that,' I say. 'I'm going. You can't stop me.'

'If you think I'm going to let you be in the same room as that psychopath, you're wrong!'

'He won't hurt me!' I say again. 'If anything, he killed Asher for me!'  With those words I get up and leave the house. 

With trembling hands I knock on Evans door. When he opens it I barge into his dorm. 

'Allison?' he asks surprised as he closes the door behind him.

'Is it true?' I ask him. My voice is shaky, but I don't care about any of that at this point.

'Is what true?' he asks confused.