(A/N: I know some of you have been waiting forever for this! Yep, this is the sequel to Ally Dawson's Secret! I have been trying to brainstorm ideas for this since forever, but I think I finally got a winner. So, without further ado, here is Bella Dawson's Secret!)

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU HAVE NOT READ ALLY DAWSON'S SECRET. IF YOU WANT TO READ THIS, GO COMPLETE ALLY DAWSON'S SECRET AND THEN COME BACK TO READ THIS. THIS STORY WILL MAKE NO SENSE IF YOU DON'T READ ALLY DAWSON'S SECRET. THANK YOU.

Austin's POV

She lay next to me, fast asleep. I smiled and snuggled up closer to her, causing the blanket to shift a little. My nose nuzzled into my hair, and I breathed in the sweet smell of strawberries. I ignored the pain in my shoulder and wrapped my good arm around her, pulling her closer so her back pressed up against my chest. I rested my chin right above her head, memories replaying in my head.

Three days.

Just three days ago, I walked into Cassidy's house. Just three days ago, I called the cops on Walker. Just three days ago, I was shot in the shoulder.

Just a short three days ago, my heart stopped.

I did it all for Ally Dawson.

Ally Dawson, the girl that has been abused for half of her life. Ally Dawson, who threw away everything just to save her sister. Ally Dawson, the bravest, most scarred person I have ever met in my entire life.

Ally Dawson, the love of my life.

I have nightmares about it. Every time I close my eyes and fall asleep, I see flashes of me falling to the floor, blood pouring out of my shoulder. Ally appears and throws herself on me, trying so hard to save me, but knowing it was too late.

I watch as the life gets sucked out of me.

I also have dreams about her. Sometimes, I don't even see anything, but I just know they are about her. Sometimes, I can faintly smell strawberry shampoo, or hear her singing one of her songs.

It makes all the nightmares worth it.

She has bad dreams too. She tells me all about them. She still has the dreams about Walker, but she says she has had those since she was ten. The new ones are all about me. She dreams of three days ago too, but this time, my pulse never starts up again.

She cries when she talks about it.

I always reassure her that I wasn't going anywhere any time soon, and that the worst of our problems are over. We have each other, and that's all we need.

I'm not sure if she believes me.

But every single moment I spend with her makes all the pain and work worth it.

She's what makes it all worth it.

I always wake up before she does. I watch her sleep. I know it could be considered creepy, but I can't help it. She looks like an angel. It doesn't matter if her face is covered with faded scars or her hair is tangled because she hasn't had the chance to brush it in a while.

She's beautiful to me.

I hear a knock on the door, and I straighten myself up a bit. I sit up and feel Ally stir. She opens her eyes and blinks a couple times, a yawn escaping her mouth. Her gaze meets mine and a smile appears on my lips. She's just so flawless. "Come in!" I yell, not tearing my eyes away from the perfect girl in front of me.

The door opens, and a bald man wearing a lab coat and glasses walks in. He held a clip board, and I immediately recognized him as my doctor. I looked at my hands, trying desperately to calm myself down.

Yesterday, I had some tests done on my shoulder to see how bad the bullet had damaged me. I was going to find out the results today, and I am scared as hell.

I feel a hand on my good shoulder, and I turn my head to see Ally smiling at me. I automatically relax, feeling hypnotized by how pretty her eyes were. She can pull me out of any fear; she's just that amazing.

"Austin Moon," the man said, flipping through his papers. "Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" I visibly cringed, and couldn't find the words to speak.

Ally answered for me, filling the room with her sweet voice. "The bad news, please. We might as well get it over with," she replied, shifting on the bed. I inched closer to her and slung my good arm around her, pulling her up against me. I needed her right now.

"Well…" the doctor sighed, squinting at his clipboard. "It looks like your shoulder will end up healing completely, but it is not going to be a fast process. It will take an estimated 12-18 months before your shoulder will ever be the same again."

My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. I pulled Ally closer, and she buried her face into my chest, making me feel a bit better. "What does that mean?" I asked, afraid of the answer. "That means we want you using your left arm as least as possible," the man replied, staring me in the eye. "We want you out of PE class for the whole year. We don't want you writing with your left hand, even though it says here that you are right-handed. It also says in your file that you play guitar. No more of that for a while, okay?"

I was shocked, but I nodded softly. No more guitar? This year is going to be a nightmare! "However," he continued, sliding his glasses down his nose. "There's not much more we can do for you right now. We want to monitor you for another four days, and then you will be released from the hospital."

My lips curved up into a small smile. I was so sick of this stuffy hospital room! "Thank you so much!" I sighed, inhaling Ally's sweet fragrance. He gave me a light nod and said, "If your shoulder ever bothers you outside the hospital, we need you to contact us immediately. We don't want there to be any permanent damage."

He then turned to leave, but then stopped. He turned just his head and locked eyes with Ally. "And young lady?" he began, taking off his glasses. "I am so very sorry about what happened to you."

Ally's eyes darkened and her smile faltered, but she nodded curtly. The doctor than opened the door and left the room, leaving me and Ally alone. Ally sighed and flopped back down, her head hitting the soft hospital pillow. I just stared at her, concern filling my gaze.

Ally's story had been the talk of everything. There had been news cameras and reporters trying to break into the hospital to get a picture of the girl who survived seven years of being trapped in a school. We knew we have been the headline in papers and the top story on the news throughout the nation. Nurses and doctors insisted on asking her questions about her horrific experience. The only reason the hospital is allowing Ally to stay overnight with me is because of her story. She is just sick of all the questions.

Imagine what school will be like…

I lie down next to her, and she takes my hand and begins to play with my fingers. We turn our heads at the same time, and lock eyes. I lean over and kiss her lightly on the forehead. She sniffles and rolls over. She props herself on top of me, and wraps her arms around me, head pressed gently up against my chest.

I hear her begin to cry.

I hate it when she cries.

I rub her back, and inch my lips closer to her ear. I begin to sing her Bella's Lullaby. That's what she likes to call it; Bella's Lullaby. Only because it was meant for Bella. I sing it to her when she's at her breaking point.

I'm sad to say that I sing it to her a lot.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
And you and I'll be safe and sound

Her sniffles stop, and she pulls her head up to meet her red eyes with mine. She scans my face, taking in every detail. She slowly inches closer, and then hesitantly meets her lips with mine.

God, she's amazing.

It's like she naturally tastes like strawberries. Does she mean to do that? It's like she knows how to pull at my heartstrings, leaving me wanting more. She knows how to make my stomach burst and electricity pulse through my veins.

I can't get enough of her.

She pulls away and rests her forehead against mine. Are faces are still close, so her lips tickle mine. Her eyes are shut and she's breathing heavily. I just want to watch her forever. I want this moment to last forever.

I want to be close to her forever.

She moves next to me, so our hips are pressed together. She takes my hand again, and resumes playing with my fingers. I smile to myself, sinking in my thoughts of the amazing girl next to me.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing a man and woman in tears.

Not just any man and woman; my parents!

Me and Ally break apart and look up. I sit up and lock eyes with my parents. My mom lets out a weep and runs toward me, crashing her body into mine. She holds me tight, and my shoulder burns like hell.

"Oww! Mom!" I screech, pushing her off of me. She springs back and stutters apologizes, scanning my body all over for injuries. I push the tears threatening to pour out of my eyes back, not allowing myself to cry in front of Ally.

I can't look weak in front of Ally.

I'm her protector.

My dad had been staring at me from the doorway. I slowly look at him, and he rushes over to me, and carefully encloses me in his long arms. He pulls away quickly, and pulls the sleeve of my shirt down, revealing the wound the bullet had made on my shoulder.

My mom let out a whimper, and Ally closed her eyes, tears threatening to pour down. My dad automatically covered up the bloody mess, and we sat in silence, listening to my mom's heavy breathing.

Ally looks at me, and I can tell she was afraid. My parents were staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable. I took her hand and shot her a reassuring glance.

My mom spoke up. "So, Austin, is this the same Ally Dawson that we heard about?" Ally tensed up, but I said, "Yes mom. This is Ally Dawson."

Then something unexpected happened.

My mom leaned over and hugged Ally, making her eyes pop right open.

"We read about your story, honey," my mom whispered, eyes closed. "We are so, very sorry about everything." Then I noticed something that I didn't notice when my parents arrived. My mom was holding a newspaper, and I could faintly read the headline.

SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD BOY TAKES A BULLET FOR DISTRESSED GIRLFRIEND IN MIAMI

My mom pulled back and looked at Ally. "I know we read something about it, but we really wanted to hear the story from you," she said, and my father nodded. Ally's face paled, and she looked at me for help.

Ally doesn't like talking about what happened to her. She isn't used to it, and it pains her every time she utters a word about her story. I usually just answer her questions for her. "I'll tell you," I offer, glancing up at my parents. My father sends me a questioning glance, but I ignore him. He doesn't understand.

So I tell them the story, beginning to end. I tell them all about her father, about Bella, about John Walker, and about her everyday lifestyle. I even mention Trent. My mom cries through half the story, and my dad stares at Ally. Ally, however, keeps her eyes on the ground, trying her hardest not to tear up.

When I finish telling them about how I got shot and my mom lets out a weep. She then carefully hugs me, making sure not to get near my injured shoulder. My dad stays motionless, staring at Ally. I watch her from over my mom's shoulder, and she looks uncomfortable. I mean, my dad is staring her down. I don't exactly blame her.

I pull away from my mom, and my dad raised his eyebrows. "What about her?" he asked, motioning to Ally. "Does she have any relatives to live with?" I glanced at Ally from the corner of my eye. She was biting her lip, staring at the ground. "No," I sighed. "We don't really know what's going to happen."

My mom locks eyes with my dad, and they nod simultaneously. "Ally," my mom said, taking Ally's hand. "You can stay with us until you find a proper home. I'm sure we can work something out with the company."

Ally's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped. "Really?" she asked, taking in a shaky breath. My mom smiled, hearing Ally's voice for the first time since she walked in. "Of course, honey," she replied. Ally looked at me, and let her breath out, shaking a little. She plunged herself into my arms, and I hugged her securely, not wanting to let go.

I closed my eyes, smelling her soft scent. She was so warm. I look at my parents to see them smiling at us and exchanging knowing glances. I turn red and pull myself out of Ally's arms. My mom stands up and says, "Well, I know Austin is staying here for another four days, so we better take Ally home, so we can fill out paperwork."

My face goes pale, and I can feel my heart sink to the bottom of my chest.

Ally's leaving?

Ally's POV

I see Austin go white, and I glance up at his parents. I fake a smile and say, "Okay, can I say goodbye to Austin first?" Mrs. Moon smiles and nods. She then grabs her husband's hand and walks out the door, shutting it behind her. I feel Austin take my hand, and I turn to see him looking at me with wide, pleading eyes.

I stand up, getting off from the messy bed. He mirrors me, and pulls me into a hug. I sigh and hug him back, smelling his sweet scent. "Don't go Ally," he whimpered, making me shiver. "I'll miss you way too much."

I nuzzle my nose into his sweater, and sigh. "I need to go, Austin," I breathe, trying to push back the fears of not being with him. "The doctors would kick me out. Besides, it's only four days. It will be over quicker than you think." I feel him smile. "It'll feel like eternity," he whispers slowly.

I pull back and look up at him. He's so much taller than me. He blinks, and leans down, pecking me lightly on the lips. I smile at him, and step back. "I'll see you later, Austin," I say, turning around to disappear through the door.

"Bye Ally. I'll be counting the minutes."

(A/N: What did ya think? This was just the beginning. I have so many ideas for this story. New characters will be introduced, and new conflicts will occur! Read and Review! No seriously, I want some reviews!)