Chapter 4

Austins POV

Not getting much sleep last night, I rolled out of my cot landing onto the cold rustic floor beneath me.

Letting out a groan of pain, I slowly sat up taking the the light shining into the enclosed room. It was nice to have the light shining in, especially when all you are used to seeing is the dark.

I got up and threw my blanket back onto my cot, and made my way to my laundry hamper that was on the opposite side of my room, which really was only two meters away. I grabbed a white t-shirt and some black jeans, the usual.

Throwing on my clothes I made my way back to my nightstand, grabbed my phone, and headed downstairs to see if there had been any effort put into breakfast this morning.

Nope

"What is it?" I snuck my spoon around in the bowl of mush in front of me.

"It's oatmeal. Its good for you." My mother was doing the same on the other side of the table, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself it was eatable as well.

"It doesnt look li-"

"Austin! Just appericiate the fact that there is something in front of you to eat!" My mom slammed her hands down onto the table as she pushed herself up and left the room, leaving her 'oatmeal' behind.

I took my bowl outside and sat on out front, concrete step. I placed my bowl underneath the house, because to my knowledge, there was a dog who lived beneath there, a stray, but a dog none the less.

I wonder if Ally is awake yet

I checked the time on my phone.

9:07, she should be awake

I shouted to my mom that I would be back later, expecting that she heard me, I made my way over to the hotel where Ally had stayed.

Finally reaching the hotel, I parked my bike by the steps leading to the entrance of the large, run down building.

I pushed into the revolving door, and heading for the stairs. I wouldnt trust the elevator in this building, not if my life depended on it.

Finally reaching Ally's room, I softly knocked at the door, not wanting to startle her, as she was already frightened enough. After no reply, and a five minute wait, I decided to knock again, this time a bit louder.

No answer.

Again, after 5 minutes, another knock, this one, full force.

No answer.

I decided to open the door, not being able to take the anticipation anymore.

Opening the door, I was welcomed by an empty room.

No one was there.

Not even the one person I was supposed too protect.

Where the hell is she?

Did she leave on her own?

Why wouldn't she tell me?

She wouldn't leave on her own.

Was she taken?

All possible outcomes started to invade my thoughts, but all were interrupted when I realized one thing, I have her number.

I quickly texted Ally, sat on her bed, and waiting for a reply. Correction, dying for a reply.

Allys POV

Even when my eyes were open, I couldnt tell if they were actually open. Everything was black, everything.

As I slowly became more aware of my surroundings, I realized that where ever I was, I or it was in motion. I could feel the area shaking and I was rocking as the space I was in was creating it hard to remain still.

Lying here in this little area, my head started to pound, not recalling why, I went to reach up to rub my temple, when I realized something.

My hands are tied.

This is when I started to panic, and memories started to flow through my head like a river.

This is NOT happening again, nothing like this can ever happen again.

Nothing like this should ever happen again.

But it was.

Shaking all disturbing throwbacks out of my head, a came to the conclusion that I was currently located in a trunk.

I am in a trunk, my hands are tied, and I have no idea where I'm headed or who I'm heading there with, but I dont think I am going to like the reality of either of those questions.

I started looking around for something, anything that could give me hope of getting out of this trunk, but there was nothing.

I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes as I drew out all possible endings to this situation, and then I felt the tears start to fall as none of them lead to me getting out of here alive.

I let my self get rocked onto my back as my cries grew heavier, and my breathing became deeper.

Im going to die.

I thought about kicking the trunk, but then i thought, why rush my death. And then I thought,

why not.

I began to scrunch up my legs, getting ready to punt the top of the trunk with my feet that were tied together, and my phone beeped.

MY PHONE

I slid around trying to raise my phone from my pocket, and finally managed to get it my my hands. As I almost got a hold on it, the breaks were slammed on, my phone slid up towards my shoulder, and I rammed into it, and 'shoulder' dialed who had just texted me.

Austin.

Austins POV

My phone began to ring, and the number came up as blocked caller. I decided to answer it anyway.

I answered the phone to desperate sobs and someone whispering my name.

My heart crumbled as I recognized the cries from yesterday, the first day I met this girl.

The caller was Ally.

A/N: So a lot of people have been asking me what happened to Ally, and why is she the way she is, you guys will find out... eventually! ;)

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