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Austin POV:
"One down two to go!" I exclaimed before texting Dez. We've been working all throughout the morning and we just finished a new song! I turned to Ally who sat next to me. "What do you think?" I asked her.
She stopped the track, "It's a good song and I think your fans will really like it."
I knew that she was holding out on me. "But..." I said.
She sighed before continuing, "But it's like everything else you've ever done. I understand that your management wants you to do this type of music but don't you think you need to branch out a little bit more? Record music that's a little different from the stuff you ususally do? I'm not saying I don't like the stuff you do now because I do, but it is getting sort of repetitive."
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. I knew she was right. I did want to do more inspirational and stronger music but it's going to be a big risk. "I don't know," I said.
"What about the song you played on our date?" she said putting air quotes around the word date.
"That was just something I was working on but-"
"Great! Keep working!" she shouted.
"But my label-"
"Just work on the song. We'll deal with them later."
I nodded my head although I was still a little skeptic. I looked over at Ally who wore my large hoodie with a big music note on the center and my sweatpants. She had the hood pulled up tightly over her head. She caught me looking at her and smiled. "I'll return the clothes as soon as I get home," She said.
I shook my head,"It's ok. You can keep them, I never wear them and besides they look so much better on you."
She smiled. "Alright, thanks."
"Aren't you hot?" I asked her. I was wearing a t-shirt and I was sweating.
"I'm fine," she answered quickly. I shook my head before standing up and turning up the air conditioner. I turned around to look at Ally and I saw beads of sweat lined up on her forehead. I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. As soon as I did she flinched from my touch. I quickly pulled back my hand even more confused then I was before.
"What happened?!" I shouted.
She turned around to face me, "I hurt my shoulder yesterday...it's nothing really." I wasn't buying her story but I left it alone thinking that it wasn't anything important. I sat back on my seat and we began working on our next song. I was stuggling and Ally took notice.
"Just write songs about what you feel, find an inspiration," she advised before scribbling away on some sheet music. I looked down at my blank paper and groaned. How was I supposed to find inspiration when no one in my life is inspiring? The most important person in my life is Dez considering my parents are never around. I glanced up at Ally to find her scribbling vigorously on the paper.
"Woah slow down speedy," I joked while grabbing her arm that she was writing with. She stopped writing and dropped the pencil. She flinched and squeezed her eyes shut. She bit her lip trying to hold in a cry of pain but a small groan escaped her lips. I released her arm and stood up.
"Okay Ally! I've had enough!" I shouted unable to control my temper. Something was going on and I'm not going to let the situation drop again. "What is going on with you?!" I shouted at her.
She looked down and fumbled with her fingers. "Nothing, I just-"
"Don't give me some lame excuse!" I cut her off. She still looked at the ground not knowing what to say. I grabbed her arm and ignored her flinch. I rolled up the sleeve revealing a arm covered in scars and bruises. The portion of the arm I was holding was wrapped clumsily in guaze and the blood was seeping through. I stared wide-eyed at her arm and tried to think of a reason this could've happened. She couldn't have fallen down because a fall wouldn't make cuts that big. There was no way these cuts were accidents. She pulled her arm away from me rolled down her sleeve.
"What? Why?" I stuttered trying to piece together sentences. She looked down avoiding my gaze. "Who did this?" I managed to get out. She looked at me finally meeting my eyes.
"There is no way you're letting me out of this right?" she mumbled. I nodded my head slowly. She pulled of the sweatshirt and showed her tank-top underneath. My eyes immediately fell to the bruises around her neck. I walked over and touched her neck softly. The red marks wrapped around it. Someone had tried to strangle her!
"Who?" I said through my clenched teeth.
"My father," she whispered so low I had to strain to hear but I heard. I heard the sorrow and despair in her voice. I almost couldn't believe it but then it all made sense. She never invited me over to her house, she got flustered whenever I brought up her family, she always wore long sleeves no matter what the weather. All the pieces fell together. I was seeing red and the veins in my forehead popped out. I grabbed her car keys from the desk and stomped out the door with my fists clenched.
Ally POV:
I shouldn't have told him. He had a look on his face that I've never seen before. It was full of rage and hate. To be honest, it scared me. Austin was unpredictable and telling him that my father hurts me probably wasn't the best thing. I wasn't sure what Austin was going to do but I knew it wasn't going to be good. I kept that in mind as I followed him out the door. I burst through the front door to find Austin getting into my car. I ran up to him and stopped the door from closing.
"What are you doing?" I asked almost afraid of the answer.
"Let go of the door," he spat at me. If looks could kill I would be dead. He had never spoken to me that way before and it startled me but not enough to make me lose my grip. I shook my head and waited for him to answer my question.
"I'm going to show him what happens when he hurts his child," he finally said. I looked into his eyes and saw anger and hatred but I knew that none of it was directed towards me.
"I can't let you do this. Don't you think I've tried everything? I ran away, I called the cops but nothing worked. He always found me and he convinced the police that I was just some dumb kid making up stories to get attention. He always wins." I said desperately. I saw some of the anger drain away. It was replaced with sympathy.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"I told my mom...she died a week later," I took a deep breath and kept the tears in. "I know what he's capable of Austin. He'll hurt you."
"Well better me then you!" he shouted. The rage is back.
"You just need to accept the fact that he's my father. Until I turn 18 next year he is my legal guardian, he has complete control over me. i've learned to deal with it and you have to deal with it too. Until I go to college next year I'm stuck living with him. I have to go home to him every single night and I can't change that. So let's just go back inside and forget this ever happened." I said practically begging him at this point
Austin stared at me and I could see the gears turning in his head. He stayed silent for a while then shook his head, "No, that's not good enough for me." He pushed my hand off the door and got into his car. Before I could stop him he drove off. I sighed and placed a fistful of hair into my mouth. The only I can do now is wait considering he took my car I was stuck here. I trudged back into his house and laid on the couch. I tried my best to focus on anything besides Austin but he always found his way back into my head. I buried my head in my hands and took a shakey breath. When did my life get this messed up?
~Six hours later: Midnight~
I sat up quickly and looked around. The sun had disappeared from the sky causing the room to be a eerie shade of black. I heard the sound of tires on gravel and I ran to the window. I looked outside only to be blinded by headlights. I squinted my eyes and tried to make out the car pulling into the driveway. Once I saw the rusted bumpers I knew it was mine. I ran out of the house and down the steps. I made my way to the car just as he got out of the car. I grabbed his face in my hands and searched for bruises or cuts. When I found none I released him.
"What happened?" I shouted. Austin pushed past me and made his way to the trunk. I followed him but not before noticing boxes in the backseat. Okay I was officially confused. I walked up to Austin as he pulled a familiar suitcase out of the trunk. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What happened? Did he hurt you?"
"Does it look like he hurt me?" he scoffed. He pulled another very familiar looking suitcase from the trunk.
"Is that-"
"Your stuff? Yes it is.'
"Why?" I said unable to peice together the peices myself.
"I thought about what you said and you're right. Me killing your dad isn't going to do anyone any good but the thought of you going home to him every night makes me pissed so the only solution was for you to move in with me," he said nonchalantly.
I stood gaping at him. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or hug him. "How?" I asked still too shocked to say more then one syllable.
"Well it wasn't too hard thanks to the fact that your dad was passed out on the couch and he didn't see me come in. Plus it helped that you didn't have too much stuff to begin with," he said.
"You went through my stuff?!"
He smirked, "I thought you would have granny underwear but I was pleasantly surprised when I found a draw full of lace panties. Any chance I'll get to see them on you?" He wiggled his eyebrows and my jaw dropped to the floor. I smacked the his arm and he chuckled.
"You are such a pervert," I yelled. I tried to be angry but I couldn't help the blush that had creeped onto my cheeks.
He raised his hands in defense. "Hey I'm a teenage boy. When I have a draw of sexy panties infront of me, I can't control what my mind thinks. Now are you going to complain about me seeing your underwear or are you going to help move in?"
"Is this real?"
He chuckled, "help me bring this stuff into our house."
A huge grin stretched across my face once he said our house. This is actually happening. I ran up to him and jumped on him nearly knocking him over with the surprise. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and breathed in his colonge. He smelled like a summer breeze. I felt him chuckle and his strong arms wrap around my waist pressing me against him.
"Thank you," I whispered in his ear. He let go of me and I instantly missed the warmth of his body. He picked up a box and held it out to me.
"You can thank me by helping me with your stuff." He shoved the box in my open arms. I smiled as I walked into his- correction, our house.
YAY! Ally is done with that disgusting father of hers! I felt so bad for her that I wanted to write a solution as soon as possible. I'm not good with sad stuff in case you guys haven't noticed by now.
Thanks so much for reading! I'm trying to update twice every weekend because I won't have time to update during the weekdays. I really hope you guys like this chapter! Thank you! xoxo