Happy Halloween guys! 

- SKIP MY MESSAGE IF YOU AREN'T A HATER -

Before I start I just want to point out my exasperation to the rude comments I've been getting. 

Maybe our definitions of love are different, and I do respect your opinion however it doesn't give you the right to point out the wrongs in mine. I believe that there is one person out there for each and everyone one of us, and it isn't simple to forget about them. The love Alison holds for Blake is extremely deep and even if it had been 4 years, she still has minor feelings for him.

 If you don't find this believable I have two things to say to you. One, this is my fiction story anyway and if I want I can have Prince fucking Charming waltzing into the story. Two, it was your choice to read my story and it's also your choice to stop. So be my guest to get the hell out of my story if you don't have anything nice to say. 

Here's a particular comment that I just saw recently (I won't mention the user's name). She/he did delete it after they posted it but I just want to point out how hurtful the comment had been 

Hurm..he goes to the hospital with serious injury no police come to interview him? There goes the "watty writer" moment again. Where these writers ruined their own promising story in Watty la la land. 

I wholeheartedly agree that that was a stupid mistake I made, and I could've fixed that but can I just say that I'm exactly new to the whole writing thing. This is one of the first books that I'm actually putting my all into and I'm sorry if it isn't living up to your expectations. However, it still doesn't mean that you can just put me down so rudely. There could've been others ways you could've phrased that in a much nicer way. I also checked your profile and you haven't wrote any story before so you can't judge can you? You've never tried, you don't how it feels to write a story that will make your readers enjoy every chapter and captivate their attention? Yeah, you don't know, do you? But that doesn't mean you don't write stories on other sites but I'm focusing on what happened in Wattpad so don't try and rebound that option. 

Other than that, I would like to appreciate the supportive and warm comments I've been receiving. You guys always make me smile with them. They mean the world to me. So without further to do, let us continue. 

Alison's POV.

I laughed.

First it was a light chuckle until I was doubled over, tears leaking out of my eyes.

Siblings?

Blake and Elizabeth?

Impossible.

The two were completely different. Blake held a cold, harsh person and tended to keep himself well away from any form of company while Elizabeth craved friends and had quite a bubbly and content attitude towards life. But then again, siblings didn't have to be the same. They could have different personalities.

I pictured Blake in my mind and immediately a good looking man began to form, donned in a neat, black tuxedo. A photo of Elizabeth stood next to him. There wasn't much alike of them, other than their brown hair and tanned skin colour, however it wasn't a huge giveaway.

But what if they were siblings? Somewhere deep, a part of me sighed in relief. But then how come I had never been introduced nor spoken about on the topic of his sister. My father and his father had never mentioned such thing.

Elizabeth's forlorn expression allowed me to digests the information that I had been handed with, and I immediately cease my laughter.

"You're not joking are you?"

She pursued her lips and looked away, jerking her in the slightest of movements.

"Step-siblings."she added, giving me a meaningful look from where I was sprawled against the carpet.

Step-siblings. I presumed that Jake had a wife after the death of Blake's mother and the two had created Elizabeth. But where was Jake's wife? Where did she go after giving birth to Elizabeth?

"Elizabeth."I asked hesitantly, knowing our conversation was extremely touchy and could snap at anytime,"Where is your mother?"

She shrugged, her expression impassive however I could see a streak of pain and hurt that lingered silently.

"I don't know."

My eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Spotting my expression, she began to explain more throughly,"She left when I was nine."

"Oh."

I don't tell her that I am sorry for her mother's departure, because I know that she would not appreciate that. After the death of my mother, many of my aunts and uncles had began to apologise to my father. It wasn't their fault and yet they apologised, why? I know I can't blame them for their poor skill to comprehend the situation as they too had never relived such a thing.

So instead, I settle to squeeze her hand as if I were sending my comfort into her by the simple touch. Her smile is watery as she nods at me in thanks, squeezing back.

"If it makes you feel any better, my mother died giving birth to me. I never really knew her."

My heart clenched painfully at my blunt statement, but I still smile encouragingly at her. I had to be strong for her. I was lucky to never know my mother meaning that I didn't have to mourn as much Elizabeth did. She must remember her mother brushing her hair every night, cradling her close when she had a nightmare or greeting her with a grin and a plate of food in her hands every morning.

How I wish I had a mother.

"She's still there you know."I added, slinging an arm around her shoulder and using my other hand to point gently at her heart,"Right there."

Elizabeth shook her head, her eyes glistening in the soft milk of the moonlight that spilt against the carpet, slanting against the large cupboard.

"It's no like she dead or anything."she stammered, her voice cracking,"She just left. One day I woke up, expecting the smell of her cooking but there wasn't anything. Nothing. Just an empty kitchen, no sounds of jazz music. Nothing. And then..I-I walked up to dad's room thinking that the had two probably slept in. And he's just sitting there. He's not even crying. But my mum isn't there."

A flare of anger began to spit flames in her eyes as she angrily continued,"And I asked him where mum was and he just shrugged! He didn't even seem sad, there wasn't a trace of grief in him. It was only when I started crying did he realise what I had been going through, and he actually comforted me. He tried to make me feel better. And I know I should appreciate it but where was his grief! She was his wife, for God's sake! How could he not miss her?"

I stayed silent, rubbing her back in soothing circles. She needed to get everything out. She had been bottling in all her thoughts and emotion for years and she every right to let them out.

"He was never the same after her departure."she muttered darkly,"He began to ignore me. Maybe I reminded him of mum or something but he completely forgot me, not that I entirely cared. I had developed some sort of hate for him. Blake... he seemed so fucking smug, like he was overjoyed that mum left."

She began to rant again, screaming her hate for the man that had successfully broken my heart. I can't help but see Blake's side of the argument. He probably had never taken much of liking for his step-mother. He had seen her as replacement for his mother, I presumed. And it was normal. Normal to have a flicker of hatred towards the woman who had successfully replaced the empty space of your mother. However he could've gained some sort of relationship with his step-mother, bur I was betting Blake made no attempt to do so.

But could I really blame him?

I didn't know how it felt so I didn't have right to judge. I pursued my lips, not saying anything. I didn't exactly want to get on Elizabeth's bad side. She was my only friend.

Minutes. Maybe hours later. After Elizabeth's voice had become hoarse and her eyes refused to produce any tears. After my hand began to throb from the constant rubbing. After my limbs began to cramp from sitting in the same position for so long, we dozed of into a dark, ever ending sleep. 

Elizabeth was sprawled on the couch, her hair splayed in a strangely attractive way and her hands rested calmly on her stomach. It was one of the few times when she revealed her vulnerable sides. Elizabeth showed herself to the public as a strong, independent, don't-mess-with-me sort of woman. It was personality that I admired of her.

But there were times when I had seen her crumble. Like today. And that was a fragment of her. She was the frightened girl who had her mother dragged from her and watched her father begin to leave too. But she was the also the girl who stood up for less fortunate. The girl who had willingly greeted me, even if it had been closely followed by a string of cruses, and accepted me as a friend.

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The following morning was an awkward one.

Elizabeth had apologised for drenching my night shirt with her tears during the silent brunch, her cheeks flushed and eyes trained on my collarbone.

"You know I'm here for you."I said gently, grasping her hand tightly in mine as she leaned against the doorframe.

She smiled, a weak one it may be but it was still there,"I know."

She nodded as if reassured herself and flashed me a grin before disappearing into the many floors, her brown hair flicking in the air as she crossed the bend. And then she was gone.

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Work on Monday went normally.

Well if you didn't count the uneasy stares that Elizabeth threw at Blake's locked office. 

Luke still remained unresponsive and did not make any move to approach me, and neither did I. I knew it was our pride that was stopping us from making up. Both of us wouldn't want to throw such thing away and laugh it out. It was problem that we would have to overcome, but not now. Not right now. 

Elizabeth made no more prods to the breakdown last Friday. She stayed far from the topic, acting as though such thing had never happened. And I played on.

"Does he come out regularly?"Elizabeth asked me, near the late afternoon when the sun was slipping down the baby blue clouds, latching onto the cylinders of orange and red that littered the sky, followed by a heavy, pink blush.

I shrugged, shoving a broom into her arms and grabbing my own,"Sometimes. Mostly just to tell us what we're doing wrong."

She raised an eyebrow, a laugh tumbling from her lips. There was no humour there.

"Not much of a surprise is it?"

I stayed silent. Elizabeth had been expressing her hate for Blake much more evidently the past few  days, even slamming her shoulder roughly against his when she was walking to the back of the kitchens. 

Blake had only pursed his lips at the action and continued to stride off, as if it had never happened. I noticed the clenched fists at his side and the tense muscles present through his suit.

"It just annoys me that he can get anything he wants when he isn't even anywhere near a good person. How does he get so lucky?"she stressed, running her hands through her hair.

I internally agree. 

Blake wasn't the nicest person you would meet. 

He was cruel. Manipulate. Nowhere near kind. But that was the exterior. That was all you would gather just from a fleeting glance. But once you dug through each layer. Each wall. 

Then you saw it. Like a chest of gold that had been unearthed. He could be kind and gentle when he wanted to be. Rare it may have been, it was still there. And that was the Blake I had fallen in love with. Slowly I had begun to accept his cold side as well. Each of his factors were what made him, him. I couldn't change that. 

I couldn't change him. 

But the reason of all his success is determination. I admired that about him. If he pin pointed a goal he would want to reach, he would get it. He must get it. There was no doubt whether or not he would achieve it. There was no way he couldn't slam the ball into the net, ripping the strings holding the net, to smithereens. 

Success comes with determination.

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Ayyye little encouragement to all those ppl out there who are working hard to reach their goals. Don't give up guys! 

Hoped you enjoyed this chapter, I promise it will get much more interesting than all this boring shit at the moment! <3