Well hello hello again.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter and I hope you enjoy this next chapter just as much.

Nessa

xoxox

Chapter 2: A promise fulfilled

A few weeks later everything had seemed to of died off and Austin decided to release the security from my care. I wanted to go into town so decided not to bother Adam and Tony, so instead I left the house and headed out to the below floor garage that Austin and I owned. I wondered towards my car and I had the strangest feeling someone was following me out there. Shaking the feeling off and putting it down to the fact that I had people following me for a few weeks now and carried on walking.

Whilst humming the tune to the song I had finished with Austin over facetime last night I thought about how I should probably get something exciting for his arrival home. He had spent a few days in the Bahamas doing some interviews and TV work whilst I stayed low at home until I decided I couldn't just keep staring at my boyfriend on the screen. Our new album was going to be hitting sales pretty soon and I was excited to see him to celebrate.

The sound of heels on the concrete broke me from my thoughts and I looked around to see a shadow of a woman coming towards me. "How did you get in here?" I asked calmly, I was used to fans finding ways onto our property and by now I was quite good at defusing situations with them. "You know you shouldn't be here." I shouted again but no reply, the girl just kept walking. I sighed and headed towards the girl, ready to get this over with so I could get on with my day. "Okay if you want an autograph that's fine but you need to leave stra…"

I was cut short by the silhouette raising what looked like a baseball bat and I shielded my face as the blow came. In the moments before the bat cracked against my head I saw the face of the one wielding it. A beautiful blond woman stood before me, an evil smile abducting her face. I recognised the girl, I had seen her before in magazines and I felt an ill will towards her.

Mollie! And with the remembrance of who it was exploding in my mind the pain exploded on my skull and I fell into a complete blackness.

Austin's POV

I felt strange on the limo ride home, it felt like I was coming home to a stranger recently. Ally had been a completely different person since receiving those fan threats; she had never reacted so badly to one before. I glanced out of the window at the scenery around me and was just happy to be back in my home state, on my way to the woman I loved.

Work had been tiresome and boring in the Bahamas, although the weather made up for it. I made a mental note to take Ally there soon because she would really love the beach and the sand, plus she looked really good in a bikini. We could eat on the beach and pose for cameras and have those really cute couple shots that other celebrity couples always had when they were on holiday. We could even do a couple of impromptu concerts at the hotel and work on some summer hits in the heat. It would be perfect.

The car slowed down at some traffic lights only a block away from my home and that's when I saw it, a white Porshe with it's tires slashed and red paint thrown over it. I sighed and thought about how much of a waste of a car that was, Ally loved her Porsche, she'd hate to see this. Suddenly the number plate came into view and all of the heat drained from my body.

WFB 128

Shit! That was Ally's number plate! I made Frank stop the car and jumped out whilst it was still slowing down, prayers of not finding Ally in the car going through my head. Please, please God do not take her from me. I looked in the window and to my relief there was no body in there, maybe someone took the car and Ally has no idea, she might just be at home, curled up on the sofa watching TV in her fluffy pyjamas. She smile as I walk in and as I tell her the news of her beloved car she'll cry and I'll hold her but she'll be there in my arms, warm and safe.

I make Frank speed the rest of the way home and as we head into the lot I notice that the garage door is open, much to my expectations, but then I notice something that is not so expected. The door into the garage is open and that means someone has been in the house. My heart rate exhilarates and I jump out of the car in a panic for the second time in the last five minutes.

Right in front of me lays a body that resembles my beautiful girlfriend but her face is swollen and bruised, her arm twisted in an unusual way. Holy shit Ally. I pick her up and feel for a pulse, it's weak but it's there. Wiping tears from my eyes and hold Ally to my body and get right back into the car, demanding to go to the hospital and calling security at the same time. She was in so much trouble for not calling them if she wanted to go out, I told her not to do anything stupid. I looked down at her black eyes and I wondered how the hell she got that way. Who on earth would hurt someone so pure and sweet? She was everything I had left…

We got to the hospital and I rushed in with her in my arms, yelling for anyone that could help us. Several nurses and a doctor rushed over, asking me what had happened? How long she had been out? Was she breathing? I answered their questions quickly and precisely as I could but all I could worry about was my sweet girl who was now laying, wounded, in a hospital bed. I held her hand and waited for her to come around, the doctors were doing everything they could and her heartbeat was coming through the monitor at a steadier pace now. Soon I felt myself drifting off in the chair next to her bed and the gentle sound of her heartbeat was like a metronome to my tired body. I drifted into sleep with my head on her hand and my arms around her wrist.

I awoke in a shock at the sound of moaning coming from my Ally, was she waking up? I shot up to look over her but there was no flutter of her eyelids like in movies, there was no muttering of my name as she looked at me. I watched her like a hawk but her muttering didn't make any sense to me, so when one word came out in perfect clarity I almost didn't hear it.

But I did and my sweet, poor girl had muttered only one name: Mollie.