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Alison's P.O.V

"What?" I asked, clearly surprised. How the hell did my dad know that I needed money? 

"You owe Walter 5000 dollars that you transferred to my account." 

I arched my eyebrows. Say what now? My dad stared at me, waiting for a reply but I stood there, dumbfounded. "Who told you that I owed Walter money?" My dad sighed. I stole a quick glance at his face. The bags under his eyes grew darker. His face showed signs of tiredness.

"It's okay. I won't scold you. You were just trying to help." I groaned in annoyance. What the hell was going on? 

"What the HELL are you talking about? Can you stop talking in code and start telling me what's actually going on?" I yelled. Dad seemed taken back but nodded nonetheless. 

"Remember a few months ago, we were facing some financial issues?" I nodded. "Well, one day I received a notification saying that 5000 dollars were transferred to my account. I know it was you. You borrowed 5000 dollars from Walter and transferred it to my account. Though it wasn't the right thing to do, you had the right intention." 

I stood there confused. I don't remember borrowing any money from Walter. Why would someone transfer money to my dad's account and why would dad think it was me?

"This morning I received an anonymous text saying that it was you who did it and now Walter wants that money back. So, I will give you that money."

I had a feeling that I knew who sent that anonymous text. It was most likely the infamous psychotic stalker. I internally cried, knowing that every single time HE won. 

"It wasn't me. I don't know wha..." Dad put his hand up to stop me. "Don't try denying it. As I said, I won't scold you but you must promise to never do this again."

I nodded, feebly. I didn't try denying it because firstly, I couldn't tell him that I was being blackmailed by someone who is probably related to the man my dad killed. Secondly, if he gives me 5000 dollars then I would only need 5000 more dollars. I could try to arrange that. 

"I will transfer the money to your account by tonight." I nodded and left the room, closing the door behind me. I knew what I had to do now. I had to withdraw the 2500 dollars in my bank account. After that, I would only need 2500 more dollars. No worries. I still had about 35 hours left. 

I went into my room. I logged into my bank account to check how much money I had. I knew this was wrong. I was basically giving the stalker more money that I'm 100% sure he will use for criminal reasons. But, I had no other choice. I may be angry at Walter but that doesn't mean that I will send him to jail. 

My account had exactly $2500. I decided to withdraw the $5000 and the $2500 from my account tonight. Shutting down my old laptop, I went to bed. Today had been very hectic and I needed sleep. The pressure and tension were off my shoulders. I only needed $2500 more within 34 hours and I could just borrow some from Kennedy or Callie. 

I felt my mouth dry so I grabbed the glass of orange juice resting on my dressing table. I didn't remember who put that there but I drank it in one gulp nonetheless.

I turned out the light and laid down on my bed. I felt my head get heavy and my eyes felt droopy. Letting the drowsiness control me, I slipped into darkness as my dreams took me back into the night. The night I helped bury Jennith. 

***

Callie's P.O.V

I was walking home after two days. I knew I was going to be scolded by my parents but I didn't care. I unlocked the front gate as quietly as I could. I tried to keep the sound of jingling keys to a minimum. The door creaked as I opened it. I took off my boots and rested them on the shoe shelf. I didn't understand the need to live in a mansion. There were only three people who lived here. A mansion was too big for us. But, of course, my parents didn't care. They wanted a mansion to show the public how rich we are. My parents were materialistic. All they cared about was money and fame. 

I went towards our lavish lounge. The expensively imported chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling, shining their light as the room lit up. I saw someone sitting on the couch. As I neared, I saw that it was my brother. Oh great!

"Where were you?" My brother asked, concerned about my whereabouts. He was the only one in the family who actually gave a damn about me. I sucked in a breath and ignored him. 

"What are you doing back? Where's Grace?" I asked, enveloping him in a hug. My brother lived with his wife, Grace(Kennedy's sister), in Melbourne. What were they doing back here without any notice?

"I came back for some business purposes. Grace is at her mother's house." 

I arched my eyebrows, nearing him. "I just came back from Kennedy's house. Grace isn't there." 

My brother, Joe, shrugged. "She just left." His phone vibrated, indicating a message. He looked at it before saying, "Oh look. She just texted. Grace is at the mall picking up a few gifts for her family."

My brother got back to texting his wife. I loved their relationship. It was based on love, trust and friendship. I hope to have a relationship with someone just like this. 

Hunter was 27 years old and working as an accountant at Terry Enterprises Ltd. Yes, this company is owned by Mr Terry, Jennith's father. 

Hunter looked up as if remembering that he had asked me a question that I easily ignored. He stood there, resting his phone on the table as he looked towards me. 

"Hey, where were you. Mother told me that you haven't been home for the past two days." I shrugged. "Since when did mother start caring?" 

My brother sat down, patting the seat next to him. I went over and sat next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. 

"Our parents may be busy but they love us. I know they try to play tough love and sometimes it feels like they don't care but they do. They care about us a lot." 

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "I know but they are never home. Not once have they checked my result card. Not once have they cared if I passed a test or not. Not once have they asked me how my day was. I don't even remember the last time my mother made food for me."

My brother listened attentively and I was grateful for that. "Now that they are home, they've been fighting. I think they are filing for a divorce." My brother seemed as shocked as I was.

 "Divorce? Who's filing for a divorce?" I turned cold all over as I saw my parents enter the lounge. I gulped. 

"You guys are filing for a divorce?" My brother asked, anger radiating off his face. My parents looked at each other. They seemed confused.

"Who told you we are filing for a divorce?" My brother pointed to me. I looked at them sheepishly realizing that I may have jumped to the wrong conclusion. 

"What? Why did you think that?" My dad asked, sitting down next to me. My mother sat next to my brother. I noticed the way she sat. Like a royal princess. Carefully and decently. 

She eyed me before sending me one of those short glares. I looked down at my legs crisscrossed, on top of one another. I quickly lifted my left leg off of my right and straightened the blouse I was wearing. 

My dad cleared his throat, making me look at him. 

"So you guys aren't getting a divorce." My dad shook his head. 

"But the other day, I heard you guys fighting and saying that you were going to court and settle matters once and for all. You also said that you would file the papers..." 

My dad chuckled. My mom let out a short laugh too. I knew what my brother was trying to convey through his eyes. 

Stop jumping into conclusions.

"We just had a slight argument on one of the cases of illegal immigrants. A family of four are illegal immigrants. The parents are being deported while the kids are being sent to foster homes. I was talking about their case when I said that I was going to court and will file the papers." 

My mother got up and sat on my other side. She hugged me. A short hug. Maybe for a second. But it was a hug. And it meant a lot. 

"I know we aren't able to spend time with you due to our busy schedules but that doesn't mean we don't love you. The past few cases have been very tiring and time-consuming making us very grumpy. I'm sorry for letting out the anger on you and each other but from now on, we will all have dinner together. No matter what tasks we have incomplete, we will have dinner together.

I nodded. It didn't change much but I was grateful. For it was a step. A baby step. But still a step moving us forward.

With just an exchange of smiles, my parents got up and went to their rooms, leaving as if this conversation never happened. I got up too, leaving the room but my brother pulled me back. I raised an eyebrow. He asked me to be quiet and signalled me to follow him to his room. I obliged. 

I furrowed as he shut the door, locking it. My brother never locked his room. 

"Sit down." I sat down on my brother's bed. He put his phone on vibrate before turning towards me. "I need to tell you something." I nodded, asking him to go on. 

"You know how I'm working at Terry Enterprises right?" I nodded, wondering why he was telling me this. 

"A few days ago Mr Terry visited Melbourne to check how things were going at the business. He visited me too. He told me that the business was working on a new project and he thought that he should hire another accountant for this project, someone he knows and trusts."

"I agreed as I had been working there for only a few months. Maybe that project was something big and they just wanted a more qualified accountant to manage the business' accounts. But I was wrong." 

I moved closer to him, wanting to know more. I knew something was up. 

"They asked me to work as an accounting clerk for now, until the project is sealed. Then I could go back to my previous rank. I agreed..." Joe got up and went towards the door. He, then, opened the door and looked right and left. What was so secretive?

"On my last day, I was going through the accounts when I saw a very familiar transaction made to someone. Our parents." I gasped. Why would Jennith Terry's father be working with our parents? They never got along. "How much money? Why?" 

Joe got up and got his laptop. He turned it on and showed me the screen.  "A 10 million dollar transaction to be precise." 

I arched my eyebrows as I stared at the screen. It was a map or more accurately, it was an architectural drawing of a building. 

"Mr Terry bought land from our parents. The land right in the middle of the GreenWood Watershed. Our parents and Mr Terry are planning on building a prison there with an asylum as well."  

My brother took a deep breath before saying, "But that's not all." 

"What else could there be? And why would our parents be helping to build a prison? It's not like we have a lot of criminals here at GreenWood." 

"That's what they are telling the government. But there's actually something else going on. I found drawings and maps of other structures on that land. My theory is that they are actually building something else. Prison is just what they are telling the government. Their real plan is underground. Under the new prison." 

I kept quiet. Taking a little time to digest all of that information. 

"So that's why you came back? To confront our parents?" I asked. Joe shook his head. "I came here to find out what they are actually planning to do. Then, I will confront them." 

I nodded. Anger radiating out of me. I had a feeling that my parents were just pretending to be nice. Now I knew for sure. I thought my parents cared about me but they didn't. All they cared about was fame, money and power. 

I felt something drain out of me. All I wanted was to feel loved. By someone. Yes, I had amazing friends and a brother who cared about me so much but still, no one could fulfil the role of a parent. No maid. No one. 

I felt jealous of my friends. Alison may not have the perfect family but at least she has two people who care for her. Who hug her and eat dinner with her. Walter had amazing parents and a sister. They were the ideal family anyone could ever ask for. Kennedy had a father who cared for her and didn't leave her alone in the house half the year. Tris lived with her loving parents. She was a single child.

I shook my head, dismissing the negative thoughts. Everyone should be grateful. And that is what I was going to be. Happy and grateful. But I still had to sleep with one eye open. For who knew what my parents had plotted against this town.

***

Alison's P.O.V 

I yawned, stretching my arms and legs as I got up. 

The memories from last night were still hazy. I looked outside my window as I saw the sun setting, lighting up the sky in a red-orange colour. 

My head was burning. I saw a note on my side table as I got up, lifting my feet off the bed and setting it down slowly. Every muscle in my body was sore. I picked up the note and saw a bottle of Advil and some water. 

"I called you in sick today. Your uncle and I won't be home today. Take some rest and get better. 
    Love Dad,"

I took a look at my alarm clock and it read 7:30 pm. Everything came rushing back in as I remembered what happened in the morning.

                                                ***Flashback***

I could hear someone calling me from afar. I recognized the voice almost immediately. Eric. A smile made its way across my face as I tried to find where the voice was coming from. 

I felt someone pulling me as I woke up. My dad stood beside my bed, shaking me back into consciousness. As I woke up, I felt a rush of pain hit my head. I groaned. 

My forehead covered in beads of sweat as my dad brought a thermometer near me. I gently slapped his arm away, not wanting to be disturbed. The drowsiness was too much to handle. I felt myself slipping into darkness as each second passed by. 

My dad shook my shoulder. I woke up abruptly as my hand almost knocked down the glass of water my dad was holding. I saw him shoot me a serious scolding glance as I let him place the thermometer in my mouth. 

"My goodness. The thermometer reads 102 F." My dad said, showing the thermometer to my uncle just to make sure. My uncle nodded, agreeing with my dad. They were both dressed up in dress suits. I was about to ask them where they were headed off to but decided against it when I realized that I didn't have the energy to form any words let alone sentences. 

I just laid back down, pulling the duvet on myself as I snuggled into my cushions. 

"Don't go to school today. Take some rest." I heard my father say from afar. I didn't reply because I had already fallen asleep. 

                                                                   ***Flashback ended***

It was evening. The sun had already set in. I got up, feeling better than before. 

Something confused me when I stared at the date. Had I really slept for 24 hours? How is that possible? I heard a buzzing sound coming from the tablet I had received from our stalker. THE STALKER? I ran over to grab the tablet when I remembered the time I had left to deliver the money.

1 new message.

I clicked it open, biting my cheeks. To say I was scared to see the message was an understatement. I was terrified. 

"Tick Tock time's almost up. Only two hours left." 

It was a message from the stalker. I threw the tablet on my bed and grabbed a coat, speeding down the stairs to check if my dad had come back. There was no sign of him. I grabbed my keys and debit card and ran out the door, not before locking it. 

Making a mental note of what I had to do, I ran towards the nearest ATM machine. I had to withdraw the $5000 that my dad transferred to my account. Then I had to withdraw $2500 that I had in my bank account. 

I felt beads of sweat cover my forehead once again as I panicked about where I would get the rest of the $2500. I can't believe that I had gone to sleep when something so huge was at risk. One mistake could send Walter to jail. 

I saw the ATM machine as I turned 'round the corner of my street. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I entered my debit card into the slot and entered my pin number. I almost yelled out in happiness when I saw that my dad had transferred the $5000. I withdrew the $7500 and stashed it into my pocket. The night had grown darker. 

I could hear the crickets chirping and my heart racing. I was scared that my heart might jump out of my chest from the rate of its beating. I started running. Trying to get home as fast as I could. But, luck wasn't on my side. I could hear someone behind me. Instead of running, I halted in my steps and turned around. There was no one. 

I turned to face the front only to be bumped into someone. I took a few steps back, trying to identify who it was. As the moon's light shone onto the person's face, I immediately recognized who it was. 

Jennith's father. Mr Terry. 

"Oh sorry, Mr Terry. Didn't see you there." I let out a nervous laugh. 

"Alison Fitzgerald. How are things going?" He asked, the scowl on his face not leaving. I gulped as his gaze went down to my pocket. I used my right hand to cover the pocket as I replied back.

"Things are great. Actually, I'm in a bit of a hurry. So, see you later." 

I started walking again as I waved goodbye but halted again when he asked me the question I was trying to avoid. 

"Why are you carrying so much money in your pocket at this time of the night." I gulped, facing him.

"Uh..."

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