SEASON FINALE!!!!! :D

Chapter 20:

Adam broke down after saying that. He collapsed to the ground in sobs. I didn't know what to say or do. I sat there motionless on the bed, a shocked expression plastered on my face. My head was overflowing with various emotions; my skin was as cold as ice. "Adam...what happened?!"

Adam got up off the floor, wiping his face with his sleeve. He sat down on the bed beside me and grabbed a hold of my hands. He was just as cold as I was. His hands were shaking as he told me the story of what happened.

"Well...last night, some time after you fell asleep, there was a knock on the door. I went to open it, and, it was your dad. He was angry. So very angry. The second he opened the door, he punched me right in the face." After he said that, I noticed his slightly blue and black eye.

"Well, I flew backwards, and he stormed into the room. I quickly got to my feet and got in front of him so he couldn't get to you. He was so angry. Angry enough to...kill. Yes. I could see it in his eyes." Adam's eyes glistened with tears as he spoke. I gave his hand a tight squeeze, encouraging him to go on.

So, we both fought, punching and kicking and hitting each other. And, somehow we ended up in the kitchen area of this place. And, there was a steak knife hanging on the wall..." Adam gulped, taking a deep breath.

"And...and I took it off the wall." And when your dad lunged at me, I held it out, and it went straight into his chest. So much blood. So, so much blood..." Adam shivered. "But, but he died right on the spot. I'm a murder Allie, I'm a murder!" Adam started freaking out now. "If I hadn't been drinking then, if my body hadn't been filled with so much alcohol, maybe I could've thought clearly. Maybe I could've stopped this whole thing. And God, I..."

"Adam...Adam!" I interrupted, grabbing his shoulders and steadying him from his extensive shaking. He looked at me with eyes that looked as if they could pop out of his head at any moment. He seemed to relax a bit. "Where's the body?" I said quietly, in almost a whisper.

"It's in the closet..." Adam said grimly.

"Show me."

Adam's eyes widened, but he rose from the bed and obeyed. We walked slowly towards the closet, gradually approaching the place that housed my now dead father. I couldn't even begin to describe the vast diverseness and wildly crazy thoughts that occupied my head. The second Adam opened the door, I felt sick to my stomach.

My dad lay there on the ground, his shirt soaked through with blood. The bloody knife was on the ground next to the body. His eyes were closed, and his skin almost colorless. Before I could stop myself, the contents of my stomach were emptied out onto the floor. I wiped my mouth, and turned back to the body. It's funny. I saw him lying there, covered in blood, and I felt absolutely no sympathy. No grief. No sadness. I felt completely numb. And almost...happy. As if a giant weight had been lifted from my shoulders. And that's what scared me.

This was my dad lying here before me. My own father. God, I could barely even stand calling him that. But, he was still a part of me. My own flesh and blood. He created me. And now, he was dead. But still, I felt nothing. Nothing at all.

"God Allison, what am I going to do?!" Adam cried. "I won't be able to survive prison, I just can't! I'm not tough like all of those guys. They'd walk all over me, eat me alive! And what about you?! Oh God, you've got to leave. NOW! I don't want you being blamed for any part of this. Now come on," Adam said, trying to push me towards the door. "I don't want you to be labeled as an accomplice or whatever. So just leave. You never saw ANYTHING, okay?"

"Adam, I'm not going anywhere. This is partially my fault. If I had told you about my dad, this whole situation might have been avoidable."

"Allie, I was drunk. And, I fucken KILLED him. The fault is entirely mine."

"This never would've happened though if I hadn't tagged along with you on tour. You could've just left well enough alone, and I could've gone out on my own. But, no. You took me in. you took care of me. Adam, you've done SO much for me. So, there's no way in hell I'm letting you take the fall for this."

"I don't care. All of the evidence points to me. So, I'm taking the blame. End of story."

"Oh, really?" I said, eyebrows raised. Before Adam could stop me, I ran to the closet.

"Allison, get the hell away! Stop!"

Ignoring Adam's pleading cries of anguish, I took a hold of the bloody knife. Gripping it with both hands, I plunged it deep into my dad's chest, right near the wound Adam had made. "I wish you could feel this you son of a bitch!" I said through gritted teeth.

Before I had a chance to do anything else, Adam yanked me backwards, spinning me around so I was facing him. "What the hell, Allison! God, do you know what you've just done? Now we're both going to be behind bars. And; oh no, not together. So, if that was your intention, you're awfully mistaken."

"Who said anything about going to jail?" I said in a low, monotone voice. "You only go to jail, Adam, if you get caught."

Adam's mouth dropped open. "Allison! How could you even..." he said, about to give me a long speech about how murder was 'illegal' and running from the law would 'just make everything worse', but he stopped. He was silent for a moment.

"See Adam, it's simple. We leave. Flee. No one has to know about this."

"How the hell could we get away with something as big as this though? I mean, how could we cover this up? We're famous! You know the hell paparazzi can stir up. We'll be top news story by tomorrow morning!"

"I'm not saying it'll be easy. We're going to have to change our appearances, make new identities. Think of all of the illegal immigrants over here from Mexico. If they can live here without anyone knowing, why can't we?" I said, surprised on how calm my voice was considering the topic we were discussing.

"Well, for one thing, I think murder is just a LITTLE worse than sneaking over the border!"

I huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of my face. "But, both are illegal, are they not?" Adam was again silent. "Trust me Adam, we can do this. It's either this, or life in prison. And if we get caught, it's still life in prison. So, why not postpone that a little? Make that lifetime in prison a little shorter. Others have done it. Heck, just look at Jack the Ripper! He killed multiple people! He was NEVER caught! And all we're trying to get away with is one little murder."

"You're making this sound like it's no big deal. Like this type of thing happens every day..."

"It pretty much does!" I interrupted. "Come on Adam, we can do this. Come on..." I begged him. "We have this one shot to get away. Are you gonna just let it slip away?" I said softly, pausing to let him ponder my words.

After a few minutes of agonizing silence, Adam finally sighed. "This is crazy, this is crazy..." he mumbled. And yes, it was. Crazy. Dangerous. Insane. But, it could be done. It HAD been done. If anyone could pull something off like this, it was Adam and I. We were perfect together. We were connected. We could survive.

"Come on Adam, we need to plan," I said, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the bed. We both sat down. This was going to take a lot of careful and very detailed planning. It'd be hard. We'd have to be prepared for whatever life decided to throw at us. The next few months would be difficult, but we could do it. Dodging cops, running for our lives, fighting for survival in this cold, cruel world. That was the life of a fugitive, and soon, that life would be ours.

as you see, the story is going in a completely different direction, so I will be starting a new season. This one will be a little bit more action-y. I got a lot of ideas though, so stay tuned!! :)