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Ally couldn't sleep. She kept tossing and turning around, sweat dampened her forehead. She wiped her face with her blanket multiple times already, and no matter how much she wants to fall asleep, she couldn't. Some moments came when she actually got the shut-eye, but then she woke up from a nightmare. The same nightmares she had every night. It started when she saw her mother bleeding inside the bathroom. Oh, it was such a horrible sight. She didn't hold the tears back when she saw her, didn't hesitate to grab her in her arms.
Then they slept at Beatrice's office, and that's where the nightmare started.
It wasn't clear where that nightmare started, but it ended with her looking down at a ditch where she saw AJ and her mother lying down, drowning in their own blood. She couldn't look anymore, and her tears flowed down endlessly. When she turned behind, she saw two men holding knives with evil grins on their faces. All she heard was a simple "You're next" as they slowly walked closer to her. And that's when she'd wake up.
Though that was the first nightmare she ever had, she didn't feel the urge to scream. She didn't want to scream. She was too scared to scream, as if a low shriek might send the nightmare to reality. She managed with a quick, silent pant that enough to calm her down and not wake her siblings.
Unable to sleep, she stared at the ceiling of their dark, dim-lit room. With the moon as the only illumination, she could barely make out what she's seeing. But in the dark, she swore she saw AJ looking at him, but then she realized it was just the red sweater he was using hanged on the door.
It feels so empty. It's about an hour after midnight, and it feels so lonely. Without AJ's pranks and rants to keep her awake, she found it hard to sleep. Ironic, isn't it? Usually, AJ would have pour a glass of water on her by now, but she realized she's just hiding under her blanket for nothing.
The bed beside hers sat empty. A sheet that has her brother's name stitched into it with a heart, made specially by their mother.
Mommy has done everything for them, made them happy, never yells, and so has daddy. They used to laughed out loud with them, give them kisses and hugs at the right time. But no hugs and kisses tonight. They might have kissed them, but Ally found the lack of happiness. Mommy and daddy are happy because she and her siblings are going to have four new sisters. But it's not the same. There's something missing, and no doubt, only AJ can fill that space.
Quite a pain in the behind, but there's no other brother just like him. He knows just what buttons to push at the wrong moment. He knows what makes her tick. Knows what makes her blow up in so much anger that they spend the rest of the week chasing each other.
Ally hated those moments, but somehow, she's missing them. She remembered all those moments in her head, and despite of being her hated moments ever, they actually made her smile.
It's my fault, she decided, it's my fault why mommy and daddy aren't smiling that much. It's my fault Alvin isn't here. I'm the big sister, and I'm supposed to be responsible for him. Only a pang of guilt and loneliness greeted her in this silent night.
The crickets outside chirped endlessly, and it reminded her of how much AJ used to talk so much without stopping just to make her mad.
She couldn't stand this. Something, something foreign,... something she rarely feels,... guilt? Loneliness? Whatever it is, it's eating her from the inside, and she couldn't take it anymore. Hundreds of thoughts ran through her head, and while the others faded slowly, one remained. And that 'one' is a decision, a dangerous decision that not only involves her, but the family.
She sighed and shifted her gaze to Bryon and Alienelle. There they were, sleeping, snoring softly. She used to have three siblings, but now they're just two. And no matter what, as the big sister who's responsible for them, she's going to fix everything.
Sighing, she suddenly found her energy again despite the sleepless nights. She took one last glance at the rest of her siblings and got off of the bed. Hesitating, she took a small, pink bag from under her bed and blew the dust away. With it, she made her way to their closet and slowly opened it, being mindful of the squeak it let out. She stuffed a few extra clothes inside the bag and hung it over her shoulder. Fearing that another squeak would wake the rest of them up, she left the closet door open.
As she was about to make her way out the door, she felt slight movement behind her. She looked back and saw Bryon slowly drifting from one side of the bed to the other. Sighing again, she dropped her bag on the floor and made her way to Bryon's bed.
There he was, sleeping on his side like a baby. The blanket on his toes as he clutched his favorite pillow.
How cute, Ally thought.
Ally sat down on Bryon's bed and hesitantly, she ran her paw along her hair. She planted a kiss on her little brother's forehead. Looking at his toes, Ally pulled his blanket all the way to his neck. She heard Bryon grown, giving her a funny feeling on her stomach. But she let it go as Bryon stayed like a rock. "I'll be back, Bryon." She whispered.
She looked back, opposite to Bryon's bed. Nelle slept on her back, one arm laid on her stomach and the other one on her forehead. Her mouth was open, and her snore was clearly audible. Ally nearly chuckled at her pose. Ally made her way to Alienelle's bed and knelt down beside her. She gave her a sisterly kiss on the forehead, too. With a paw, she pushed against her chin and closed her mouth, muffling the snores. "See you, little sis." She said.
Finished with her goodbyes, Ally made her way back to the door and grabbed her bag. She hung it over her shoulder again and opened the door.
She didn't look back.
As she made her way down the stairs, she thought of stopping by at mommy and daddy's room, but she decided against it. Making her way down the stairs, she found that the entire house was dark. And if she's not mistaken, Mr. Smith (Jeremy) should be lying down on the couch in the living room. But as she approached, she found he wasn't there. He was probably in the guest room, while Uncle Theodore and Aunt Eleanor slept with TJ, Carol, and Elisha in their room.
As Ally passed the kitchen, a funny feeling struck her stomach, like her intestines being tied into knots and doing flip-flops. Her ear jerked as a harmonic voice came up behind her.
"And where do you think you're going?"
Her body jerked in shock and surprise and she saw Stanley leaning against a wall, looking at her with a questioning look.
She breathed. "What's it to you, Stanley?" For some reason, she felt bad for sounding so harsh.
"Oh, it's everything to me." Once again, in his presence, Ally found herself blushing. Nobody's ever had an effect on her like that. Except him. "A cousin of mine, walking around the house in the dark with a backpack doesn't seem assuring."
Ally frowned, loss for words once again. Damn, how does he do this to her?
"You're off to find Alvin, aren't you?"
Ally sighed. "I have a feeling you're not going to let me to."
Stanley shook his head. "I won't."
"Well, you can't stop me. I'm going to find my brother." She turned around and walked away, but Stanley stopped her.
"And how are you intending to do that?" He asked.
Honestly, she didn't know. Ally turned behind her and looked at him. "Your sister is kidnapped. If you were me, Stanley, how would YOU find her?" She asked.
Stanley grinned. Ally tilted he head to question his smile. Stanley pulled out a purple ribbon from his pocket.
Ally gasped. "Serene's ribbon?" She asked, looking at it then back at Stanley. "Where'd you find it?" And why, Ally thought.
"It doesn't matter no, does it?"
Ally too, grinned. "You're off to find Serene too, aren't you?" She asked.
"Guilty as charged."
Ally grinned wider. "And you're going to come with me?"
Stanley shrugged. "Well, someone's got to look after you."
Ally blushed again, this time, madder. Darn it, what is it about him anyway?
"And you're not going anywhere without that back." Stanley said. "It's only going to weight you down."
Ally tilted her head in question. "And what do you suppose I'll wear when these clothes are dirty?" She asked.
"Your fur. What else?" He said.
Ally blushed again, slightly taken back by his reply. What did he just say? Wear her fur? She might have a crush on him, but of course, she's too young to show her naked body to the one person she loves. Even though she wants to (A little bit), it just feels so wrong. Her parents will not approve. But then again, neither will they approve her leaving without their consent.
"You're not being serious." Ally said.
"I'm serious, I really am." He said before continuing. "Ally, we're natural born chipmunks. Naturally, we're not supposed to have clothes."
"Yeah, but-"
"You're uncomfortable? You think I'd watch you inappropriately?" Stanley asked, and Ally's answered are clearly positive. "Ally, your fur is enough to cover parts you don't want me to see. And so's mine."
Wow, imagine Stanley nak-... okay... maybe I went a little too far with the thought, she said in her head. Ally sighed and did as he instructed. She dropped her bag and looked at him. "Okay. But what you said better be true."
"You don't trust me?"
"Your eyes are scary enough. The glasses doesn't help."
"Harsh."
"I've heard worst."
"So, are we gonna go?" Ally felt a bit funny saying 'we'.
"We'll take my dad's car."
Ally paused and looked at him with a tilted head. "You can drive?"
"No. But if we're gonna get there fast, I'll have to."
"And uncle Simon's okay with it?"
"I think I can take advantage of his kindness just this once. I'll feel bad, I know, but I'll feel worse if I see my dad beating someone up again."
Ally remembered Daddy telling him about uncle Simon scratching a man until he turned unconscious. Ally grinned. "I knew you couldn't be trusted." She joked.
"I'm offended."
"And I'm just joking. Jeez, don't have any sense of humor?"
"Not when my sister's kidnapped. But if I made a bad impression, I'll make it up to you. When my sister's back, you'll be laughing yourself to death."
Ally chuckled uninhibitedly. "I believe you. I do."
"Great." He smiled. Darn, those teeth, you can make diamonds out of them for munk's sake, Ally thought as she blushed. "Listen, we have to go before someone sees us. I've got the key. Let's go."
Stanley started to walk passed her, and she followed behind him.
. . . . . . .
Now that the kids were asleep, Brittany did her job as Alvin's mate and helped him through his stress. And one of the effective way is, of course, mating. Now that they were alone, they decided to fool around with each other, touching and exploring their bodies, renewing their love into a stronger bond of intimacy and passion. They both said they're sorry for their faults that involved their son's loss, and then told each other how much they love each other.
Brittany laid on her back, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head in pleasure, her tongue hanging from her mouth. She felt so hot,... and oh, don't even get started with the pleasure. It's one of the best benefits of pregnancy. Due to the increased fluids, the female is more likely to feel more of the pleasure countless times, and her mood will be endless. No wonder why she felt like she was in heat during mating season two and a half years ago even though she was pregnant.
She panted hard, her body swaying with Alvin's slow, rhythmic movements. She panted harder and placed her paws behind his back, pulling him closer as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Oh, Alvin..." She moaned.
Brittany met his hazel-brown eyes. Even in the dim light, his features were visible and very, very arousing. Alvin moved closer to her and licked her lifeless tongue before pressing his lips against hers. It's only been an hour, and this's already the third serving of pleasure she had. Each one were just as pleasurable as the few nights before.
Alvin pulled out of the kiss, making her moan in disappointment. "Oh, Brit. I love you so much."
Brittany grasped his body tighter with her arms and legs, licking his face madly. "Alvin,... Alvin, I'll never let you go. Ever. You're mine. All mine."
Several minutes later, Alvin collapsed on top of her, panting, both of them gasping for air. Brittany nuzzled his neck, begging for more. "Oh, Alvin... can we keep doing this for as long as we live?"
Alvin lifted his face and licked her cheek against before planting a kiss on her nose. "When we find Alvin, we're going to have a whole week celebration. All day, all night. I promise."
Alvin tried to get off of her, but Brittany didn't want to let go. She loved the feeling of him on top of her, ready to give her licks, kisses, and nuzzles. With them being like this forever is heaven. Brittany grinned at him seductively before giving him a lick on the cheek. "Let's do it again." She said.
"You can't get enough of me, can you?"
"I can't help it." Brittany made a childlike complaining tone. "You're so beautiful."
"Hey, I'm supposed to say that." Alvin complained.
Brittany held on to him tighter. "I don't care. Let's do it again."
Brittany pressed his naked body against hers and started to run short, quick licks on his cheek, tasting the sweat in his fur. Alvin laughed as she made her way to his neck. "H-Hey, that tickles."
"Does it?"
"Well, let's see how you like it." Alvin grinned and pressed his lips against hers.
His tongue slid inside her mouth immediately and started to lick inch inside her. Brittany moaned in pleasure as he squeezed her thighs. God, she wanted him so bad. Even badder than the past minute. Alvin pulled out of the kiss and looked down on her, lust clearly in his eyes. Oh, she loves that alright. She loves the sight of him looking at her body hungrily. The way he fights the urge to stick out his tongue, the way his breathing would go over the normal...
"I want you... again." Brittany whispered.
"I'm all yours."
Their lips slowly moved closer. But before their lips could touch, a bang on the door startled both of them gravely. Alvin got off her and pulled the blanket to cover both of their bodies.
Theodore came into the room.
"Theodore what the heck!? Get outta here!" Alvin commanded at the top of his lungs. Brittany blushed in embarrassment and tried not to look at another male.
Theodore's eyes seemed full of fear and shock as sweat trickled down his face. "Look, I'm sorry. But Alvin, Ally's not in her room. And so's Stanley."
"What!?" With that, Alvin looked at Brittany straight in the eyes, his pupils in horrible shock. Brittany too, couldn't mask the pain.
"Oh, my God!" Without caring about her naked body, she ran to the door, passing Theodore.
Alvin ran close behind him. They made their way to the kids' room and opened it quickly. And just as Theodore had said, their hearts dropped as they saw two beds empty. One for AJ, and one for Ally. Alienelle and Bryon were awake, looking at them with eyes glistening in tears.
"Oh, my God, where could she be?" She walked toward Ally's bed and knelt down beside it. "First AJ, now Ally." Brittany felt the tears in her. She found Alvin slowly coming up and knelt down beside her. Brittany looked at him, tears already visible in their eyes. She grabbed Alvin into her arms immediately and cried onto his shoulder. "Alvin, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Then again, she felt like it's her fault.
Alvin hushed him. "Don't worry, it's not your fault. We'll find them. I bet my life on it."
"Don't hate me. Please don't hate me. I'll die if you hate me."
Alvin ran his paw along her hair. He hushed her again. "It's alright. I love you. It's not your fault. It's not your fault."
"Mommy?" A voice came from behind them. Nelle and Bryon came up with their own tears and tugged at their parents' naked fur.
Brittany let go of Alvin and scooped the children in her arms, giving them an embrace. There used to be four,... then three,... then two. Darn it, why does she feel like it's her fault? But then again, she's the mother and the female, and every thing in the family is her responsibility. It's her fault It's truly her fault.
"Nelle, Bryon, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Sorry, guys. I had school.
So, I'd like to thank ChipmunkFan No. 1 for the idea of StanleyXAlly running away thing.
So, guys, I'm going to need you to read Webweirdo332's story 'Mixed Up Love'. I wrote the last chapter for her (Not published yet. She's still reediting it).