Imagine That: Multifandom Part Two

moving on【five】| alicia clark

Like I should have a year ago, I thought, but kept to myself.

"Y/N," she said, taken aback. "I care about you. I don't want you getting hurt."

I continued to stuff my clothes into my bag as I said, "I've lived this long. The infected don't scare m–"

"It's not because of the infected," she cut me off hurriedly.

I glanced up at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She frowned, pressing a hand to her head with frustration. "I don't want to argue with you again. But your sister might not be the same. You heard what Chelsea said. What her and her gang did."

My confidence faltered slightly. "It might not be what it seems, Alicia. It can't be the whole story."

Remaining calm, she asked, "What if she doesn't want to find you?"

"She will," I said with certainty. "I'm her sister."

Alicia's eyes softened, concern shining through. "Y/N, it's dangerous. Too dangerous. Especially for a lead that isn't solid."

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear her doubt this all over again. The last thing I needed were doubts, especially when I was packing to leave.

"I don't need to listen to this," I mumbled to myself, before attempting to walk past her and outside, but she grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"I'm telling you not to go!" she shouted, eyes watering.

"You can't tell me what to do," I retorted calmly, pulling my wrist from her grasp.

She swallowed hard, before a frown formed on her lips. "Please," she pleaded quietly. "Don't go. I'm begging you not to go."

It broke my heart seeing her this upset, and it was bittersweet because I'd never had someone care this much about me before. But I also couldn't listen to her because, deep down, I knew my responsibilities as a sister. Even if it meant hurting Alicia in the process.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking between her eyes. "I'm not asking you to come with me, nor do I want you to. Like you said, it's dangerous. And Y/S/N is my responsibility. So, I'm gonna go. I'm gonna get her. Away from those people. Back to me. Back here, where it's safe."

"Y/N, please–"

"No, Alicia," I told her, shaking my head. "I don't want to hear it anymore."

She didn't speak, just kept her pleading gaze fixed on me. And I couldn't take it, purposely avoiding her eyes because I feared that if she kept it up, I'd give in. Instead, I left to get some air and hoped I'd return to an empty room so I could finish packing.

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I'd left during the night, finding it easier to sneak out than to figure out a way of saying goodbye to the person who didn't want me to leave in the first place. My backpack, a little bit of food and a stolen gun was all I'd brought with me, and I was lucky to find a bicycle to help ease the journey without a car.

Leaving things the way I did made me feel horrible, but I could only hope that when I returned with my sister, Alicia would find a way to forgive me. She had to because I was still in love with her and it sucked that I couldn't tell her the way I felt. It wasn't the right time, and now I didn't think it ever would be.