Hey, everyone…I know that a lot of people did not want me to do a rewrite of this story, but I just had to go with my gut and rewrite it. I did change the title….and the summary, BUT the plot line will stay the same. Not a lot will change, maybe it will take a little longer from them to get together. But I had to do this….I felt like this story could be great. Please work with me here.

I hope you enjoyed….

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3rd person….

Ally Dawson sat at her window seat, gazing at the heaps of people walking down the sidewalks and crosswalks of Vermont. She twirled a piece of her blonde, ombre hair around her index finger and focused on the book in her lap. She flicked the edges of the pages in thought. Picking one page, in particular, she turned to it. Ally stared at the wad of bills that she had hidden in the book. Closing the book with a sigh, Ally stood up and pushed it in the row of books that stood on her shelf. Her mother taught her that hiding things in plain sight is when it was hard to find.

Ally opened her bedroom door and walked down the stairs, them creaking with each step. She spotted her drunken step-father passed out on the couch. She sighed looking intently at all the beer cans on the floor surrounding them. Ally continued her way to the kitchen, cautious of the sleeping man on the leather couch. Waking him wouldn't the smartest idea, since for the past five years of her life she had been his personal punching bag. However, she would rather the punch be on her than Abby, her 6-year-old sister.

Turning the eye on the stove on, she placed a pot full of water on to simmer. Walking over to the sink, she stared out the window and wondered if she would ever be free.

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Tap….tap….tap

Austin Moon tapped his pencil on the top of his desk in thought, staring down at the file on the latest criminal. No matter how hard he tried he could not figure out the solution to the latest case he was assigned too. The criminal wouldn't speak and he had no leads.

"Man that is really annoying," a familiar, masculine voice startled the blonde, 21-year-old. Shooting his head up with wide eyes, Austin spotted his red headed best friend in the doorway of his office. "Gosh you scared me," Austin said chuckling at his reaction to his best friend's voice he has heard for years now. "Yet, standing right in front of a gun barrel doesn't faze you at all," Dezmond Wade spoke running his hand through his side swept, crimson colored hair.

"What can I say, I'm fearless," Austin spoke chuckling, and Dez joined. "So whatcha need," Austin asked him, as Dez took a seat in front of his chocolate colored desk.

"Well we got a call from a so called, concerned neighbor over in downtown, the resident is Jones, and they claimed they have heard yells and screams each night from the two young girls that live there," he said, looking down at the file in his hands.

"Who's the owner," Austin asked him, leaning his chin on his hands. "The owner is Rick Jones, step-father of Ally and Abby Dawson," he answered.

"Sounds like physical abuse," Austin said, questioning the facts on the file. "It does, and from what I hear, the two girls have no defense," Dez said. "Let's check it out," Austin asked grabbing his keys, and Dez nodded walking out the office door.

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Ally, Abby, and Rick sat the table eating the dinner that Ally had served. "This is really good sissy," Abby spoke to her older sister, and Ally smiled, kissing her head. "Thanks, baby," she said to her. "Ally grabs me a beer," Rick said from his place at the table, currently shoving food in his mouth.

Ally was hesitant but nodded. Getting up to go the refrigerator, Ally's elbow knocked over her glass of water and spilled over into Rick's lap.

"Damn it, Allison," Rick yelled, pushing his seat back with force. "Can you do anything right, you worthless piece of shit," he yelled and backhanded her. Ally stumbled but managed to stay on her feet. She shot a glance over at Abby, who had her hair down. Her brunette hair was covering a majority of her face, but you could still see that she had a silent, tear rolling down her face.

Ally grabbed her cheek, tears threating the rim of her brown, doe-like eyes. But she couldn't cry, it would just be worse. The door bell rung and Rick grabbed his beer, sitting in his chair. "Suck it up and go answer the damn door, can you do that right," he asked harshly.

Ally swallowed the lump in her throat and walked quickly to the door in the living room. Drying her eyes, Ally opened the door without bothering to look through the peephole.

Her eyes meet with two buff men at her door, with the FBI badge in their hands, along with a search warrant. Ally's eyes grew when she realized that they were a part of the law. Her insides grew insanely nervous, and she silently hopped that they knew what was going on. They had nowhere to go, and she knew that, but she had to get Abby out of here. That was easy compared to all the other beatings and sayings she got from him.

Austin eyed the petite, brunette but stopped at her face when he came across a newly, red mark along with her watery eyes that made her brown, chocolate pupils pop and shine. "Hello, I'm detective Moon, along with detective Wade, we've had some phone calls from a concerned neighbor, informing us that she had been hearing screams and yells from this house," Austin spoke to her firmly, yet gently when he knew that their suspensions were confirmed with the red mark across the teenager's cheek.

"Um…," she nervously, looked around before turning her attention back to the gentlemen. Ally took a deep breath, before looking back behind her. Austin felt sympathy take over his body from the young girl in front of him. She was basically trembling in fear and looked helpless, and you could see that she was wanting to spill her guts to them. "Look, we have a pretty good idea of what the trouble is, can we speak to your step-father Rick Jones," Austin asked her gently, gazing directly into her eyes trying silently to tell her that he would help her. That she was safe.

Ally stopped for a minute, reading his hazel eyes. She nodded slowly but jumped when she heard the yell of Rick from in the kitchen. "Ally hurry your ass up," he yelled fiercely.

Ally nodded and stepped aside for them to come in, Dez took note of how there were beer cans all over the perimeter of the living area. "Right through here," she whispered, gesturing towards the kitchen. Ally walked behind them quietly, and Austin was sure to position his body figure in front of hers, feeling the sudden urge to protect the cowering brunette.

"Hello, I'm detective Moon, along with detective Wade. We've had some phone calls from a concerned neighbor, informing us that she had been hearing screams and yells from this house for the past few months now," Austin spoke to him firmly, maybe even a little harshly.

Ally quickly stepped over and grabbed her sister's shoulders, and stepped back to her spot behind detective Moon. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what you are talking about, we are a perfectly, happy family," Rick said, standing straight, trying to cover the fact that he was drunk.

"Then may I ask why there is an entire area of your living room covered in beer cans, and a freshly, new hand mark across your daughter's face," Dez asked him. Rick went to move to see Ally's face, but Austin stepped completely in front of her, daring Rick to look around him.

Rick's face harden. "You stupid, little bitch, I knew you couldn't do anything right," Rick yelled, and took a step towards Austin, preparing to break through him to get to Ally. Coming right to him, Austin threw a punch right at his face and spun him around tackling him to the table to handcuff him.

Ally jumped and gasped when she saw detective Moon's fist connect with Rick's face. Austin turned to them and smiled at Ally. "Go get your stuff," Austin spoke gently to them, after handing Rick to Dez.

Ally nodded and took Abby up the stairs quickly with her. "Abs, I need you to pack as much of your stuff in your bag, remember we practiced, but you don't have to rush sweetie," Ally said to her, kissing her head. Abby nodded and walked into her bedroom.

Ally watched her for a second, before walking into her own. She packs the clothing she had, which wasn't a lot, and her other important belongings. Along with the book, which hide her savings. Ally stopped at her doorway. She didn't know where she was going, but she was just glad to get away from the monster she had been living with 5 years.

The two sister's walked down the stairs together to see the two detective's talking. Ally was still worried about where they would go. She was 18, she could have custody of her little sister, but she needed a well stable home, a steady income, a life….and she didn't have any of that.

"Do you girls have anywhere to stay," detective Wade asked Ally. Ally was about to answer until Abby jumped in.

"No," Abby spoke from behind Ally, her innocent voice almost not being heard to the tall man in front of her. Ally was about to speak, but a voice cut them off. "You can stay with me," detective Moon said, and Ally looked at him with shock.

Well, I hope you enjoyed… I know that no one wanted me to rewrite it but I felt like I had to. I really am sorry, but I think it will turn out better.

Please….I beg of you….stick with me.

Love you all! God Bless!

~Meg~