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"It's... they could—" "Dad! " The door burst open. Allison breathless, wild-eyed, still in her training leathers skidded to a halt at the foot of my bed. "Lira's gone! "

She chastised herself about her failure in asking the master about Matilda. Allison went into her room and saw Rosita going through her things, she lifted her eyebrows in confusion before coughing to alert Rosita of her arrival. Rosita turned instantly, her eyes widened like she had seen a ghost. That was so suspicious but Allison shrugged it off because they were friends.

She got up from the couch, walking to the fridge to get a drink of cold water. So that's how Allison died, she thought grimly. Buried alive as punishment for her evil deeds. Rachel couldn't forget the image of the little boy, lying dead on the floor. The same boy who warned her, that first night. He was Allison's final victim, before she herself became one and met her gruesome end.

Allison s POV. Allison walked into a departmental store and straight to pick a few snacks before heading to the counter. "I need to ease myself can I get the keys"?. She drops the money on the counter. "Sure, over there". The young lady at the counter said, handing over the keys to her. Allison placed all the items she has gotten in her backpack and carried it with her to the toilet. Immediately she got into the toilet she took off her clothes and quickly wore the chest binder and male top and shorts she had taken with her.

She couldn't wait to eat what her grandma was cooking. She had gotten used to the food the Browns made but whatever it was her grandma had in the oven smelt really good too. All of a sudden Allison started getting text messages. Her phone was blowing up and they were coming in so fast that she couldn't even read them. After a moment they finally stopped. They were from Jensen.

Delia said and hung up. Confused, Allison checked the latest news and her eyes widened when the first thing she saw is herself. The thing that shocked her most was the headline and the pictures and she brought her hands to cover her mouth. 'Breaking: The slut who seduced the CEO of Bruce enterprise'

A tall girl, who wasn’t that very familiar to me but I have seen her last year approached me. “Hi, Celiana, right?” she grinned at me, too big for a greeting but I smiled at her, “yeah” I nodded while she gestured for us to walk. “I’m Allison by the way, if you don’t know yet, I was with one of the few subjects we had last year” I looked at her. Right, Allison Martin. The tall one of the few girls to enter the course, she’s intelligent, obviously and she’s tall, almost thought she was as tall as Brye but a bit shorter than him since he’s a walking pole to me.

Hugo nodded his head, while Jenna shrieked as she imagined her words coming to pass. "Let’s do it, Hugo. Let’s wipe Allison off the surface of this earth," she grinned wickedly. *** Allison came out from her clothing line after she was done for the day. She was about to get into her car when she received a call from Scott. "Hello, Scott," she said, when she picked up. "Where are you?" he asked. "I'm about to leave my clothing line. I need to go to my aunt—she still hasn’t digested the fact that your family framed her," Allison replied.

“Is everything okay?” Goddamn siblings. Their ability to read me was almost unnerving. “Oh… yes, I’m fine,” I lied. “How are you?” “I’ve been better,” she said. And I knew that was the truth. We hadn’t spoken too much, but the signs were there. Lately, Allison had been particularly quiet. A strange demeanour to see on her for so long. Truthfully, I think she had loved her uncle but, after hearing the news of his transgressions, she hadn’t acted overly surprised. Not shocked, just… sad.

Jocelyn’s POV Now all those drills over the last four days finally made sense. The endless hours spent researching each girl. Memorising names, backgrounds, family trees. But there was one girl we had nothing on. Allison. As if reading my mind, Jackson’s attention locked onto her. “You’re the only one who sent us nothing,” he said evenly. “There is no trace of you on any official record. But last night I finally managed to uncover your full name.” His gaze sharpened. “‘Allison Rose Everwood.’”