Emison: You Know What They Say

Chapter 42: Drunk Drivers and Icy Roads

Been "busy" and stuff. And my friend was over. And then I didn't feel good. That was about 3 hours ago. I puked. It's all good, now.

So, there was a picture that went with this chapter.

But wattpad is being A FRIGGIN BITCH. Ugh.

Let's try this again, shall we?

Alison POV:
I get dressed, change the bed sheets, and look over at Charlotte in her bassinet.

Eden is asleep in her room already.

I look at the time.

Twelve forty five.
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Emily POV:
"Did you get everything you need?" I ask Tyler.

"Yep. Extra clothes, my charger, iPod, phone. I'm good." He says.

"Alright." I say.

"So...You seem happy." Tyler says out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You've got this special something to you that you didn't have a couple hours ago." He says.

I turn my head, look at him, smirk and wink.

"Ah, sex." He says, and laughs. "But I thought-"

"I am not discussing this with my fifteen year old brother!" I laugh.

"Alright, sorry-EMILY! WATCH OUT!" Tyler screams.

I turn my head, and see an SUV on the wrong side of the road, heading straight towards my car.

My super expensive, nice car might I add.

I jerk the steering wheel to the right, but that just makes the car lose control on the icy roads.

It spins several times before smashing into the SUV.

I throw myself in front of Tyler to protect him, and end up banging my head on the dashboard.

"EMILY!" I hear a high pitched, stomach turning, ear splitting, heart breaking, bloody murder scream come from my brother, and feel something wet dripping down the side of my head.

"I love you, Ty." I whisper before everything goes black.

Tyler POV:
"Emily!" I cry as soon as my older sister closes her eyes.

"Please, Em. Wake up." I sob.

Her car is upside down in a mess of mud, glass, and water.

I continue to sob as I try to get my seatbelt off.

I grab my bag and pull out my pocket knife my dad got for me.

I rip the seatbelt off of me, and fall into a mess of shattered glass.

I scream out in pain as I feel a piercing on my left hip.

There's a piece of glass lodged in my side.

I push my way through the broken passenger window, grab my bag with my stuff in it, and limp over to the upside down SUV.

I look inside and see a guy passed out with blood dripping down his face.

His arm is gushing out blood from a gash on his shoulder and his head is widely split open on the right side.

I feel my self get sick and end up puking up today's lunch.

I fall to the ground screaming and crying, and pull out my phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" A lady asks.