Austin and Ally: Abuse…
By: Heamic08
AN: Hey everyone! Here is a cute little one-shot!
WARNING: ABUSE!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally BLAH!
Ally's POV
I was working at the music shop while waiting for Austin… That cute, blonde headed guy… WHOA! Did I, Ally Dawson, just say Austin was cute? Wow… So maybe I do have a teeny crush on him… Just then, Austin walked in with a bruise on his face. It looked like a hand print…
"Austin! What happened?" I asked, worried.
"I slipped and fell on the concrete… Nothing to worry about…" He said, looking down at his shoes.
"Austin… Something's definitely is up…" I said, coming around the counter.
"Fine… I'll tell you… But you CAN'T tell anyone, swear?" He asked, looking at me seriously.
"I swear." I said.
"Ok… Well, my dad's been hitting me… Not bad… Just bruises on the face, stuff like that." He said.
"Oh my gosh… I got to call the police." I said, running for the phone, but Austin stopped me.
"You can't Ally… You promised you wouldn't tell…." He said, giving me the puppy dog eyes.
"Well that was before I knew he was hurting you! Austin, this is serious! He could hurt you REALLY bad!" I said, reaching for the phone again.
"Ally stop… You promised! If you tell… I'll never forgive you ever again… Besides, it'll only make things worse." He said, looking at me.
"Fine Austin… At least let me tell my dad." I said, giving him my look.
"Fine… We can ONLY tell your dad. Dez doesn't even know." He said.
"Whoa… Dez doesn't know? Geez… You tell him like… Everything." I said, changing the open sign to close and heading up to my dad's office.
"Hey dad… Can we talk for a minute?" I asked, slowly opening his door.
"Sure honey. What do you need to talk about?" He asked, looking up at me and Austin.
"Well, Austin's dad is umm… Hitting him and stuff." I said, looking at my dad.
"What? Wait, Austin come here." He said, getting up from his desk.
"Yes sir?" He asked, looking at him.
"Let me look at your face. Where does it hurt?" He asked, taking Austin's face in his hands gently.
"It hurts where the bruise is really bad." He said.
"Ok… Let's sit you down and let's call the authorities." He said, picking up the phone.
"But, Mr. Dawson, please don't… If you do, I'll get into a lot of trouble." He said, tears glistening in the corner of his eyes.
"Well, that's why I'm calling the police first. This is serious, Austin. He could've hurt you VERY bad." He said, while dialing 911.
Then, just like that, I had a great idea. "Hey dad… What if Austin comes and lives with us? Instead of having to put him in a foster home and all that." I asked, looking down hopefully at Austin.
"Sure sweetie! That's a great idea!" He said.
And that's the story of how Austin came and lived with us… Of course we had separate bedrooms…
THE END!
AN: Sorry the ending sucks… Didn't know where to end it… Anyway, Please R&R!