So.. I have a new story. It's about Auslly! Here you guys go! :D

*Ally's POV*

Hello, I'm Ally Dawson. I'm currently 16 and a half years old and I live in Miami, Florida. I currently attend "Marino High School" and I work at what used to be my father's music store "Sonic Boom". I am a part of "Team Austin" Along with my friends Austin, Trish and Dez. You think my life is all sugar plums and lollipops? Well.. It's not. Far from that actually. Here's my story..

It all started when I was 5 years old. Me and my father went to the local zoo. It was the best day ever! But unfortunately, that would all soon come to an end. We had just gotten back into my father's 1999 Ford Windstar. He was about to start the car when he realized that he left his wallet at the gift shop's front desk when he bought me a stuffed gorilla. "I left my wallet inside. I'll be right back, okay?" He asked. "Okay Daddy," I said while smiling. "Stay in the car," my father warned. I nodded. He smiled before getting out of the car and locking it before crossing the street and entering the gates of the zoo.

Minutes passed and my dad finally came out of the zoo. He looked both ways before beginning to cross the street. I looked over and saw a truck loosing control. I didn't have time to do anything because before I knew it, the truck had hit my dad. As soon as they came in contact with each other, my dad fell to the ground unconscious. I gasped of horror. "DADDY!" I screamed as tears started to flow from my eyes.

I unbuckled myself and pulled the lever on the door to unlock it. I burst out of the car and shut the door behind me. I looked both ways before running across the street into the zoo. I kept running until I found the zoo gift shop. I ran to the lady at the front desk. She saw me crying and knelt down beside me. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked tenderly. "M-My daddy got h-hit by a t-truck!" I sobbed. Her eyes widened.

She gently lifted me up and ran outside to see all the commotion in the streets from the accident. She gasped of horror. She gently rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. "It's okay." She whispered.

Well sadly, the paramedics said that he died on impact and there was no chance of reviving him. Ever since, I felt like I was responsible for his death. I could've said something.

But that wasn't all. When I was 7, my mother was diagnosed with a rare type of cancer. She lost the battle when I was 11 years old. After that, I was put into a foster home. And that's where I currently live.

I currently live in a foster home on the same street that I used to live on with my mom and dad. It's a living hell! I have an older foster brother named Eric who's 17 and a younger foster sister named Miranda who's 11. They're probably the only good thing about this place. We have a foster father named Josh. He's the worst! If we don't do what he wants, we get beaten. Eric gets beaten probably 3 or 4 times a week, Miranda probably once, maybe twice a week, and me, I'm basically his punching bag. Eric tries to protect me when he witnesses it but that doesn't end well. Josh would throw him a couple of punches to get him to back off and then turn to me and start hitting me harder.

Right now, I'm in my tiny bedroom laying down on my small cot. He doesn't even provide us a bed. We all have worn out cots and we don't even get blankets. I rolled over to try to find sleep but it wasn't coming. It's been like this since 9 at night. I looked over to see it was..

7 AM?!

I'm going to be late! I have to go to work! After I lost my dad, the store then went to my mother. Then when she died, the store than went to my dad's brother, Ted. But about 6 months ago, Uncle Ted didn't want to run the store anymore so he gave it to me. I didn't have to hide that I had a job from Josh because he thinks it's nice that I'm not around as often.

I quietly got off of my cot and stretched. My whole body ached. Probably because I had gotten beaten last night. I finally approached my chest full of my belongings. I pulled out a white t-shirt and a pair of worn out jeans and quickly changed. I was about to head out for "Sonic Boom", when I heard a distinctive voice shout "Where the hell to you think you're going?!"

I nervously turned to face him. "I-I have m-my job.." I stuttered nervously. "You're not leaving this house until you do your chores!" Josh screamed. "Y-Yes, sir." I stuttered before getting my long list of chores off of the counter.

Finally! They're done! I sighed of relief before putting all of the cleaning supplies away in the closet. I grabbed my sweatshirt and was about to leave when Josh grabbed me by my sweatshirt hood forcefully and turned me around to face him. "You're leaving dressed like that?" He asked bitterly. "W-What's wrong with the way I look?" I asked nervously. "You look like an ugly ass slut! Probably because you are one!" He yelled. I was shaking of fear at this point. Tears were starting to come to my eyes. They were tears of fear and sadness. But mostly sadness.

"Don't cry you whiny bitch!" He yelled before giving me a hard slap in the face. I fell to the floor and curled up in a ball. My cheek had a numbing pain from where he slapped me. I heard footsteps running in as Josh started throwing punches and kicks at me. "HEY, leave her alone!" The voice yelled. It could only belong to Eric. Josh turned to Eric before running to him and tackling him down. I gasped of fear as I witness this first hand. I wanted to get up and help but I was in too much pain to.

Soon, Josh stormed back in and forcibly stood me up by grabbing my sweatshirt collar. After I was on my feet, he punched me in the nose as hard as he possibly could. I started to fall back and Josh pushed me in the same direction and I whacked the back of my head on the cabinets. As I continued to fall, I then whacked the back of my head on the counter. As soon as I made contact with the floor, I was unconscious.

"Ally.. Ally? Can you hear me?" The echoed voice asked as I began to come to. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I could see Eric and Miranda hovering over me. "W-Wh... W-What.. H-Happened?" I asked weakly. "You got pushed into the cabinets and the counter and you blacked out," Eric explained. I sat up slowly and looked over to see Miranda with tears in her eyes. "Shh.. Miranda don't cry," I whispered weakly as I gently hugged her. After a minute, I slowly pulled away. "Where's Josh?" I asked weakly and frightened. "He left right after he was sure you were unconscious," Eric explained.

"I gotta go and open the store." I said before slowly standing up, with Eric's assistance. "Okay. But if something happens, call me!" Eric warned sternly. I nodded. "Okay," I said. "Oh, you might wanna change your shirt and put on some make-up first if you don't want people to notice your bruises," Eric warned. "Crap. Okay," I said before stumbling upstairs and hiding the remains of my pain.

After I left my house, I knew if I didn't get food, that I would surely faint. I ended up stopping at the mall for food since that's where the store is anyway. Josh never lets us have food at home. I always sneak some food when I'm at work since he's not there. I also end up sneaking food for Eric and Miranda since they don't have jobs. I finally approached "Sonic Boom" and saw Austin, Trish and Dez waiting worriedly at the door. Austin looked over and noticed me. "Ally! There you are!" He said relieved.

"Where were you?" Trish asked. "I overslept," I lied. I couldn't tell any of them what actually goes on in my life when they're not around. "Okay," Trish said unconvinced.

The store has been open for about 4 hours now and it's been a slow day. Right now, nobody was here. Austin and Dez are upstairs in the practice room doing whatever it is they do. Trish is probably somewhere getting fired, and I was just sitting on a stool behind the counter.

I can't stop worrying about Eric and Miranda. I would call Eric but Josh has no idea that he and I both have our own cell phones. I don't call unless it's an emergency. The same vice versa. Tears of worry were starting to flow out of my eyes. As soon as I'd wipe them away, more would flow.

Soon, I put my head in my hands and was silently crying to myself. Thank God the practice room door was closed or else I'd be bombarded with questions from Austin and Dez, and I can't tell them that I get abused. Josh told Eric, Miranda and I that if any of us told anyone, he'd stop at nothing until the person or people that found out about it were dead.

I was so busy crying that I didn't even notice a customer walk in. She saw me and walked up to me. "Honey, are you okay?" She asked. I looked up and quickly wiped my eyes. "Yeah," I lied. Austin, Trish and Dez all think that I'm a bad liar. I should be given an award for acting like I'm a bad liar.

"O-kay.." The woman said unconvinced. "Can you please show me your keyboards?" The lady asked. "Sure," I said before standing up. As soon as I was on my feet, I realized that I really should've gotten more water. It felt as if the room was floating around in outer space.

I managed to stumble out from behind the counter but then all of a sudden, I collapsed to the floor and held my head. I saw the lady gasp and run up to me. She knelt down beside me. "Ma'am? Can you hear me?" She asked frantically. "Y...Y.." Was all I could say. As my vision was starting to fade to black, I heard her yell "Help! Please help!"

That was all I heard before everything faded to black.

Hope you enjoyed it. It's not gonna be the happiest of stories.. But anyway, please review! :)