I apologize everyone, I know it has been a couple years since I have written, and a lot of things have gone on; chaos became my captor and I am back and revamping the story, as well as am planning to finish it off. My apologies. Here we go.
Ally stares at her book, lost in thought, trying to figure out what to write. It feels as though her brain has been on pause all day; a disturbing blockade. She has a sinking feeling that something is wrong, that something is not right. Her discomfort is plagued by Austin's lateness. Him being late had become obsolete over the last few months, thus it is odd that he is late now. Fifteen minutes late is one thing; however, he is three hours late. It is almost closing time. "Where are you Austin," she groans quietly and then places the book under the counter.
Trish comes in the store dressed as a nacho chip dipped in cheese, "Guess who got a job at Macho Nacho Taco Shop!" She rolls her eyes.
Ally gives her a befuddled look, though she should not be surprised anymore, she always changes jobs, "Trish, weren't you working at Flock of coo-coo Clocks this morning?"
"Yes, but apparently turning off all of the clocks so I can take a good nap is a bad idea." I laughed; Trish is always getting fired, but always has a backup job. Trish looks around, "Hey where is Austin? Weren't you guys supposed to work on a song for his next video?"
"Uh, yea, but Austin hasn't showed. I texted him, called his cell and his house phone and nothing. I even called Dez, and he said he hasn't been able to get ahold of him either. He even tried to go over to his house, but nothing. I am really worried. So I thought after I get off I would go to his house and check up on him. Want to come with?"
"Wish I could, but I don't want to," Trish answers. Ally glares and laughs. Trish is too honest for her own good. "Well I am going to go get my bag and head home. Talk to you later Ally."
"See you Trish," Alley begins cleaning and putting things away to close up sonic boom for the day. As she walks over to lock the door, a familiar blonde man rushes in toppling over her, "Ow," she grunts.
"Oh sorry Ally… And sorry I am so late." He lays on top of her and awkwardly. "Sorry, sorry, sorry; I am so sorry Ally."
"It's okay, but do you mind moving off of me?" She groans. He literally knocked the wind out of her. He stands up then pulls her up by her wrists as if she didn't weigh more than a doll. "Austin," she starts as she locks the door.
"I know Ally, I screwed up, and I am so sorry." She recognizes the worry in his eyes and he looks flushed. His hair is a mess and his clothes are wrinkled and disordered. His shoes are also mismatch.
Ally worries, "Austin, are you okay? You seem nervous and agitated."
His eyes widened, "What? No I am fine. Why? What have you heard?"
She narrows her eyes, raises her eyebrow and crosses her arms, "What haven't I heard?"
"Nothing, everything is Peachy…" he trails off.
"Peachy? You never say peachy. Austin, tell me what is wrong."
"Ally it is nothing," He becomes defensive and angry.
"Austin…"
He interrupts her, "Just shut up Ally, geez, you are such a pain in the ass. You and your rules, and always being on time AND LITTLE MISS KNOW-IT-ALL. You piss me off. You are always so nerdy and pry at everything. Geez for once you need to learn to shut your mouth and leave me alone!" He tries to leave but fails because the door is locked. He unlocks it and opens it, "Stupid fucking door." He rushes off.
Austin runs home full of guilt and self-disgust. He cannot believe he spoke to Ally that way. She did not deserve that. She is incredible and amazing; he is in awe of her every day. It is not Ally's fault. He has been struggling as of late over the loss of his parents. He had bought them a gift gr their anniversary; plane tickets to Rome and a hotel reservation. The plane crashed. They are dead. He sees this accident as his fault. If he had just gotten them a new television or car they would still be alive today.
Their death is his fault; he knows and it eats at him. He hasn't told anyone, and Ally should have been the one person he should have told. Austin, arrives home and gets one of his dad's beers out of the fridge. He sits in the dark, in the living room; drinking the beer and becoming more agitated by each sip. He looks at the vase in the middle of the coffee table and picks it up, then throws it at the wall. The release feels good. He stands up and throws his half drank beer at the wall. He goes into the kitchen, and starts to smash plates and glasses.
After breaking all that is breakable around the house. He stood in the living room, in darkness, and emptiness; much like he feels internally. He feels a strange urge, but denies it, "I should…" he is interrupted by a sharp piercing pain in his throat. He had done it without realizing it. Blood slowly leak into his lungs and he collapses on the floor.
"What the hell just happened? I don't know if I am angry, upset or concerned." Ally stands there distraught and sees a customer coming towards the store, but she rushes to lock the door once again. She is a bit shaken up. She anxiously cleans the store, and finishes up the closing duties. Her eyes are glossy, and pales in worry. Something is definitely wrong with Austin, and she intends to figure it out, "I will figure it out and help him, however if he talks to me like that again I will kill him."
She takes in an uneasy breath, and grabbed her things then, called her father to explain to him that she will be late. She needs to work on a song with Austin, as she put it, however her father knew there is more to it than that. Ally walks over to Austin's home, and knocks on the door; which leads to it slowly opening. The door had not been closed. It is dark, quiet, cold and uneasy. She slowly and quietly entered the house. She turns on the hall light. There is an irrefutable and twisted knot at her core. Chills runs down her spine, telling her to run in the opposite direction. She calls out, "Austin?" Still no sound. As she enters into the living room she runs to the center in response of Austin lying unconscious with a huge shard of glass in his throat. "Austin!" She screams and tears tear through the ducts of her eyes. She pulls her cell phone out of her purse; her hands tremble uncontrollably as she dials 911.
Ally sits unnerved in the waiting room of the hospital. The walls are an off white, and the air is cold. This setting seems to make her skin crawl of worry and fear. What could have Austin ben thinking, she wonders. Dez and Trish finally arrive. She stands up to greet her friends and breaks down in tears. Dez embraces Ally and helps her to stand back up and sit in a chair. Trish gives Dez and Ally both hugs, " He will be fine; I just don't understand what that idiot was thinking."
Ally whimpers through her tears, "I don't know he was….. he was…. drowning in his own blood, when I had arrived…. Now he…. I…. I don't… I can't," she breaks out into heavier tears.
A surgeon comes out, and approaches the trio, "He will be just fine; his voice will be a little hoarse for a little while."
"Oh thank god," Ally gasps and an overwhelming sense of relief.
"Ms. Dawson, he would like to see you. Just you." She looks at Trish and Dez, wipes away her tears and nods. She follows him to ICU. He lies there with a bandage on his throat. She is very hesitant on coming close to him. She completely stops in her tracks midway to his bed. The tears start to rally again. He calls for her hoarsely, "Ally…" her heart pounds hard in her chest. She walks over slowly and he holds up his hand, "I… am…"
She grabs his hand and holds it to her chest, "I know." She smiles and tears glide down her cheeks.
He says weakly, "You are the last…" he trailed off falling asleep. The room is dark, dim and grey. The room is cold and leaves a chilling impression of death. She moves the hair from his sleeping eyes and stares for a moment. He looks like a sweet sleeping Angel. She is so happy he is okay. She doesn't know what she would do if he had…' Ally stop thinking like that,' she thinks to herself. Ally turns away, thinking that she should let him rest. She feels a tug at her skirt. She turns back, and Austin's eyes are open and glossy. "Ally please, stay."
Ally's eyes widened, normally that is something he would tell Dez to do, "Are you sure you don't want Dez to stay?"
He completely ignores her question and pulls her by her arm on to the bed with him, "Stay please."
"Okay, let me just get a chair…" She tries to back up and he forces her back down next to him on the bed. She lays awkwardly next to him, "Or not, Austin this is a little awkward…"
"Maybe for you…" he then falls back asleep.
"Crap…"
I will continue altering the other chapters, and will add on to finish it off, again sorry I did not continue on before. Bare with me. Life was hell. Please critique. Let me know what you think. I will work on chapter two tomorrow and so on and so forth.