Allison shook her head, "No, not really."

"Tell me anyway?" Scott pressed on.

"Because, I don't want to be with you!" She burst out, then softly added, "I'm scared to be with you."

Scott felt his heart crack in two, She's scared to be with me. Because of what I am. She's scared of me. Allison noticed his face, and knew him well enough to know what he was thinking.

"I'm not scared of you Scott." Now Scott looked confused.

"If your not scared of me, then why are you scared to be with me?"

"I'm scared I'll hurt you." she said, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. Somehow, he found that slightly amusing.

"Your scared of hurting!?" he asked in disbelief.

"You don't have to say it like that." Allison said, quite coldly. She didn't know why, but for some reason, the way he asked that question made her angry. It was like he thought of her as being weak, and maybe she was, but she wouldn't admit it out loud. Not again. The last time she did, Scott almost ended up dead.

"I didn't mean it like that." Scott said defensively.

"Then how the hell did you mean it?" She snapped back.

"I'm just surprised that your scared of hurting me-"

"Because I'm a girl?"

"No! Because I'm always scared I'm going to hurt you! It surprises me that you worry about the same thing."

"Oh." Allison felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Once again, she had done something to hurt somebody she loved. Somebody who loved her. Gerard would be proud, She though. She couldn't believe she had trusted him so much, she felt stupid for trusting him, and letting him twist his way inside of her head. Just like he'd done to Aunt Kate.

"So is that what your dreams are? You hurting me?"

"Scott, maybe you should just go."

"No." he said firmly. "Answer the question."

Looking down she answered, "Yes. Sometimes."

"What is it other times?"

She shook her head. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"I do. I wanna know whats bothering you so much. Your dad-"

"My dad. He probably hates me right now."

Scott couldn't believe she thought her own father hated her, Mr. Argent may have hated him, but he didn't hate his daughter.

"He doesn't hate you Allison. Actually, its the complete opposite, he's really worried about you. Which was what I was starting to say earlier by the way. You should have heard him when he called me Allison, he was so scared he was crying."

"He was crying?" There was the guilt again. She didn't want her father to cry, she felt horrible knowing that he was crying because of her. She was angry at her self now, angry at Gerard for doing this to her, but mostly at her self. She had been the one who scared her dad so much. Clenching her jaw, she began to cry again, and Scott took her into his arms and held her tight, like he always did when she cried.