Chapter 8: So much screaming
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Ally's POV:
The music store was quiet and there was absolutely no light in it.
I trailed up the stairs and creaked open the song writing room's door.
I screamed, my mouth gaping wide, my throat feeling dry as sand.
" Blood and glass, but why?" I said, looking suspiciously at the bloody glass.
I saw a glint of light and dug through the glass and mess to get a closer look.
" What the, " I whispered, holding up the silver ring.
It had blood on it too and it looked expensive.
It had A&A printed on it.
It was Austin's ring.
" I can't believe this! " I yelled, thrusting the ring to the window.
Austin probably had a party and got drunk.
Maybe someone got in and he threw beer bottles at him.
" That murdering little bitch! " I screamed, kicking and punching air like a 4 year old.
I can't believe it, was that dream a sign, will Austin kill me or kill everyone else and save the WORST for last?
I need answers.
I'll call Trish.
Austin's POV
I was tired and hungry.
It was midnight and I had nowhere to go.
I still had the will to find Ally though, I need to see her again.
" Maybe I'm stupid to leave a hospital and go looking for my true love. You finally got me dad! You're a… you're a lying, shitty fucking ass hole! I hate you! You left me and mom alone with little money but, all you gave me was your dumb motorcycle, I don't want it." I yelled to no one, crying for the first time ever since I was a kid.
I felt like a weakling, until I saw the light and went to party with the Gods! Think again guys.
Ally's POV
Trish came over in 5 minutes. She busted through the door and hugged me until I stopped crying.
" It's okay Ally, stuff like this happens, it's normal, for me! "
I burst in tears once again.
Trish handed me a rainbow colored tissue.
I looked at her with glowing eyes.
" From kindergarten? "
Trish gives me a little squeeze.
Then and there, I knew that's where it was from. I felt a little cautious wiping my eyes and blowing my nose with rainbow colored tissues from like 11 years ago.
Another sympathetic squeeze from Trish. She is the closest thing I can get to a mother. She kind of acted like one.
I got a serious face on and looked at Trish. ran to the room screaming.
" Back to business, we need to talk about Austin, he's a murderer. " I said gulping and kind of sweating spilling the beans to Trish and all.
Her eyes quickly darted to the song writing room and not long after, she ran to the room and screamed.
