No Aliens Allowed

- Fifteen -

It was dark when the drug wore off of me. My head felt heavy and my eyelids drooped as I struggled to sit up. My hands were tied behind my back.

Then I remembered what happened, all in a rush, my head spinning and my stomach churning. So I puked my breakfast onto the ground next to me.

I sat there for God knows how long, shuddering and shaking. She was here. She was here. Oh god. Rosalie.

What was she even doing here? To kill Allen? To take him home? To declare her love to him?

I started to cry, a gross smell from the mess next to me making my nose itch.

Just as I was about to scream for help, a door I hadn't seen opened, and I screwed up my eyes against the bright light.

My gut twisted with hatred and fear as I saw who it was.

Rosalie.

She was unforgiving as she dragged me out, my thrashing and kicking doing nothing.

"Let me the fuck go, you bitch!" I screamed, swallowing my fear. I wouldn't go in this way. I had to fight.

"I am not a female dog," Rosalie replied cooly. She threw me across the room with alien strength. I hit a wall and crumpled. My forearms and left shoulder throbbed painfully.

I took the minute to look around. We were clearly in a ship, only it was much smaller than Allen's. There was only one room with a single-person console and a bunk wedged in a corner. Not to mention, it was completely intact.

There was a click and I started, looking up. Rosalie was holding a gun to my forehead. Or, at least, that's what it looked like. Small, silver, and easily hidden, I wouldn't be surprised if it had a few extra upgrades.

I mean upgrades in the loosest possible way, people.

"I will shoot you if you do not tell me everything you know on a possible ship sighting," she informed me, still monotonous-sounding, like she did it every day. Which, from what Allen had told me, was probably true.

I decided to be an idiot and play dumb. "Uh, a ship? We only have a lake."

Rosalie sighed impatiently. "When I say a ship, I mean one that has entered your planet through the atmosphere."

She was here for Allen, then. My heart sank, and a feeling of dread crept over me. If Rosalie was here, looking for Allen, then how come she was asking me?

Rosalie was still waiting for an answer, so I kept my face as straight as possible, praying that I didn't give myself away with the sweat beading on my hairline or the goosebumps that crawled their way down my arms.

I couldn't let her figure out about Allen. He meant so much more to me than that.

"Whoa! Are you saying you're an alien?" I asked, pretending to be amazed. "Welcome to our planet!"

I don't think she understood my humor, because Rosalie pulled her hand back and hit me, her fist slamming across the jaw with a resounding crack. I fell backwards.

I don't think I'd ever been in that much pain.

Lemme tell you guys: being punched hurts. So, being punched by a super-strong, pissed-off alien hurts even more.

My ears rang and spots appeared in my vision, the world blurry and spinning. I could see blood dripping onto the floor, little spots of red falling from my face. Rosalie wore a thin silver ring, and she'd hit me hard enough that she's split skin.

I tried not to pass out, my arms trembling with the weight of holding myself up.

Rosalie grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me forward. I noticed she'd put away the gun, but that did nothing to assuage my worries. She was a fucking alien with a mission: to get Allen.