Okay.

So a lot of you are complaining about how sad this story is and that you want Ally to be happy and all these bad things keep happening to her.

IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRRYYYY

But this chapter will be the worst one yet.

SO bear with me…

I know you're going to hate me after this chapter, I know cause I already hate myself for writing it.

I ALMOST DIDN'T WRITE IT CAUSE IT WAS SO PAINFUL

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter ten:

Austin stared at the picture in his hands. He had been staring at it for hours, just trying to make jest of it.

He couldn't believe it. He thought of everything this ultrasound could mean instead of the most obvious thing.

He didn't want to think Ally was pregnant, he just couldn't handle the fact that some guy was close to her, and some guy got her pregnant.

They had used protection. There was no way that he was the father, he had already ruled that out.

He flipped the picture in his hands for the billionth time and rechecked the envelope, hoping to find a note of some sort that would explain everything. But there was nothing. It was just the ultrasound.

Why she had sent him this was what he kept wondering. To just let him know he guessed.

He tried to tell what the baby was, but to him it was just a blob. He wasn't a doctor; he didn't know what he was looking for. Plus it was too tiny for him to even tell anything. She must not be that far along.

Does Mr. Dawson know? Who else knows about this? He didn't know. He didn't know anything he was just wildly confused.

He ran a hand through his blonde hair. Not knowing what to think of this. He was angry that was for sure. But he didn't know who to be angry with, himself, Ally, or whoever the father was to her child.

Just then his door flung open, and Dez barged in. He quickly shoved the picture in his pocket.

"Hey what's up? Your mom let me in." The perky redhead said.

He nodded nervously, giving him his best forced smile, and tried to play off what he was stressing over.

"Nothing much, buddy. Why are you here?" He said a little too quickly.

He raised an eyebrow at his friend's strange behavior, but Dez being Dez, he just shook it off and went back to his preppy self.

"Well it's the weekend, and I wanted to play some videogames with my best friend."

"Oh." Austin replied sheepishly. "What game?"

The boys played a mindless violent war game for the next few hours. Austin wasn't complaining, all the animated bloody gore took his mind off of what was currently bothering him. He decided it was best to not mention it to anybody, figuring if Ally wanted everybody to know, she would have said so.

So they continued to play, until their thumbs were too strained to play anymore, and then Dez left to go home, without sensing anything on Austin's mind.

The whole thing had slipped from his mind at the moment. And was too tired to remember and quickly fell asleep.

Ally's hand rested on her round belly as she lied on her couch. She was feeling exhausted, just like every woman would be when there 7 in a half months pregnant.

She was finally in her third trimester, and no one in the world was feeling more anxious than her. She knew she still had a couple of months left but she was already waiting for her babies to pop out. You could easily say she was growing impatient.

Over the last 2 months, she had played her music on the curb in the park almost everyday, collecting as much tips as she could. She had also managed to find a small job of serving coffee for 3 hours a day. It wasn't much but she still needed to pay rent so it worked out.

Just as her eyelids closed, and she was almost dozed off completely, a frantic knock erupted from behind her door.

She groaned loudly, not being happy about being wakened from her slumber. She knew exactly who it was however. No one else came to visit her.

The knocking hadn't stopped. "Mitchell, just come in already!" She yelled. "And it better be important or else I'm going to kick your ass for waking me up!"

He shoved the door open with the spare key he had. His head peeked around the corner until his blue eyes met her brown ones.

"I'm sorry for waking you." He said softly, closing the door behind him.

She rolled her eyes and shuffled on the couch, attempting to make room for him, but her belly was in the way so she decided that Mitchell doesn't stand up enough.

She looked up to see him pacing back and forth through her apartment.

"What is your problem?" She asked.

He stopped from where he was and turned to her, dropping his thumb he had been chewing.

He opened his mouth, but quickly closed it. Shaking off whatever he was feeling and plopping down on the wood floor in front of Ally.

"Nothing." He said slowly.

She gave him a knowing look. "Mitchell Lombardi if you don't tell me what's bothering you right now, you can forget about Aiden Mitchell…"

He chuckled before sighing deeply. He was staring at the ground, avoiding eye contact.

"I got offered a record deal."

Ally's eyes widened. Jumping up suddenly, with a big grin on her face, she startled Mitchell. "What? That's amazing Mitch! Congratulations!" She cheered happily for her best friend, who didn't seem to share her happiness.

"Why do you look so down? Shouldn't you be happy your dream is finally coming true?" She questioned.

He looked up and made eye contact. He pressed his lips together. "I am happy, it's just that…" He trailed off, not wanting to say the next part. "I have to move to LA."

Ally's jaw dropped. "You're moving to California?"

He nodded slowly.

Sitting up, she pondered her mind to come up with something to say. But she couldn't. The news wasn't processing very well. Her eyes became watery.

"I'm so proud of you Mitch. You're finally going to live your dream." She croaked, failing to keep her tears from falling. She didn't want him to see her upset about this, but it was out of her control by now.

"I don't have to go! I can stay here with you until you have the twins-" He offered but Ally quickly shot him down.

"No Mitch," She spoke softly. "I won't let you do that. I will not be the one to put your dreams on hold. You have to go."

He looked up at her with his glassy blue eyes. "What about you? Are you going to –"

"I'll be okay." She assured, bringing her hand to cup his face. "Trust me."

He nodded faintly, putting his hand over hers and holding it gently.

"When are you leaving?" She asked hesitantly.

He blinked, trying to pull back his tears. "In one week."

She bit her lip hard, knowing their time together was short. "Promise me, that you'll come visit the twins and I once in a while?"

He smiled weakly at her. "Of course."

The two of them sat in silence, enjoying each other's company while they still had it.

"I can see you everyday before you leave though right?" She suddenly asked hopefully.

His eyebrows scrunched together. "Well as much as I would like that, the record label has me busy for the next few days, going over the contract and all that. Plus I'll be packing and I have to work out a place to live. I barely had enough free time to come see you." He explained with a deep frown.

Ally sighed. "So you're basically saying this is my only chance to spend time with you until you leave?"

The brunette boy stayed silent. She sucked in a sharp breath.

"You have to leave don't you?"

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Don't be." She smiled half-heartedly. "I am really happy for you."

He grinned. "I know."

Mitchell stood up slowly, and dusted himself off. He offered his hand to her, and she took it steadily, pulling herself up while bracing her belly with her other hand.

"I'll make sure to squeeze you into my schedule before I leave. I promise." He said before wrapping his arms around her in a hug.

"You better." She threatened.

He chuckled warmly at her, not wanting to leave just yet, but he knew he had too.

"I'll see you soon okay?"

She nodded into his shoulder. "Okay."

They pulled apart; saying goodbye, before Mitchell sadly left her apartment.

Ally had been unintentionally checking her phone for any new messages from Mitchell, every five minutes or so.

It had been 5 days later since she saw him, and he was leaving in 2 days. He promised that he would find time for her, but she couldn't help but feel like he had forgotten all about that promise.

Her heart jumped when her phone started ringing in her hand. She quickly answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ally D, I am so sorry I haven't talked to you. But I will be free this afternoon, so what do you say, do you want to have lunch?"

"Yeah absolutely." She replied eagerly.

"Fabulous. Now I have to run a few errands before we can go. I'm going to the bank later to make a withdrawal for LA, so why don't you meet me there when I'm done?"

She smacked her lips. "Yeah okay. What time do you want me to be there?"

The line was silent for a minute. She could tell he was thinking over how long everything would take. "How about around 2:30? I think that will enough time for me to finish up in time."

"2:30 is perfect. I'll see you then."

"Alright bye." He said before the line went dead.

Mitchell locked his phone before shoving it back in his pocket. He was feeling guilty for waiting so long to call Ally but he was glad that he finally did. His record label had been explaining everything that was going to change for him in the next few months. They told him that once he was settled in LA, then he would be starting on a demo, and if the head incorporators liked it then he would be recording his first album that would be released the next year. He couldn't believe how his career would be finally taking off, and how his dream was finally coming true.

Mitchell was a singer/songwriter, a lot like Ally, but a different style. Most of his stuff was piano and his lyrics were very original and refreshing. That's what this record label like so much about him. They had compared him to Ed Sheeran when it came to his music, but Mitchell had his own twists to make him intriguingly different. He wanted to be famous to make a difference and share his music with the world. Not because he wanted a billion screaming fan girls to worship the ground he walked on. He wanted to touch people with his music, and let them really connect with it. Most of all, he wanted to inspire.

"Where to?" Asked the cab driver, snapping Mitchell from his thoughts.

He had finished one of his errands a little early, so he was going to get done a lot quicker than he had told Ally. He had one more errand to make.

"The Royal Bank of New York, please." * He replied.

He needed to go to the bank to make a withdrawal. He was going to need some walking around money while he was flying and getting settled in his apartment in LA. He had to make sure he had enough cash to last him until he could transfer banks in LA.

The ride took about twelve minutes. Mitchell paid the driver before stepping out and walking his way up the steps of the huge bank. It was the largest and the main bank in New York.

As he opened the glass door, a rush of cool AC hit him instantly giving him chills.

He groaned as he saw the long lines in front of each teller's counter. It was extremely busy, and he knew it was going to take a little longer than he expected.

Quickly getting into a line, he let out an irritable sigh. Which caught the attention from the woman in front of him. She twirled around, and gave him a shy grin.

"Don't you hate long lines?" She asked sweetly, trying to make conversation.

Mitchell eyed her cautiously. She was a small blonde who looked maybe a few years older in him, perhaps in her early twenties. Her wavy blonde hair was cut short and was right above her shoulders.

"Oh yeah, they're the worst. Especially when you have somewhere to be." He said shrugging a little.

Her emerald green eyes sparkled at him. "Oh yeah I understand. I have a doctor's appointment I have to get to; I just stopped to get some money for it. It's a little strange this place doesn't have any ATM's." She spoke looking around trying to see if she might have missed it somewhere.

Mitchell looked around as well. He scrunched his eyebrows when he realized she was right. "Yeah that is a little strange I guess. Why are you going to the doctors? May I ask?" He said politely. He was just trying to keep the conversation going.

She blushed a little. "Oh well, I just found out that I'm pregnant! So I'm going to get an ultrasound. My husband and I are thrilled."

He smiled brightly at her, thinking of his brunette best friend at the moment. "Oh that's awesome! My best friend is also pregnant. She's due in a couple of months." He chided.

"Oh wow, do you know what she's having?" She asked bouncing a little in excitement. He could tell she was just curious; women crave to know anything about this stuff.

He nodded. "Yeah she's actually pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. I was with her when she went to her first ultrasound actually."

The line crept forward a little. The blonde girl's mouth made an O' shape.

"Well that must be exciting. Did the father go with you guys too? I don't mean to be nosy, I'm just wondering."

He waved his hand. "No it's okay. But um no the father is not really around."

She frowned. "That's a bummer. Don't tell me he left her."

Mitchell shook his head. "No, no, it's just…complicated."

She nodded. "Well at least she has you."

He smiled down at her warmly.

Suddenly the bank's front doors were barged open, and 6 large guys all in black came rushing in.

Next thing they knew, the sound of gunshots being fired at the ceiling, and everybody in the bank started to scream and panic.

"Get down! Everybody get down!" Shouted one of the men with a gun.

Another man closed the bank doors and locked it, while another two of them guarded the emergency exists.

People quickly dropped to the ground, putting their hands behind their heads. Including Mitchell and the blonde girl.

The bank was silent. No one revolted. They were all thinking of their loved one's that they wanted to go back to.

The briskly man aimed his gun around the room, threatening anyone to look him in the eye.

"This is a robbery! Nobody move, and nobody will get hurt."

Another man walked around and patted everyone down, retrieving all the phones. Mitchell felt his phone being removed from his pocket. He stayed perfectly still and calm. His eyes locked onto the blonde girls. She was shaking, and her face was written all over in fear.

"You guys take one of the tellers and go to the vault, grab everything in sight." The man ordered. Mitchell was suspecting he was the leader.

"What if she resists?"

He eyed him evilly with a smug grin on his face. "Then shoot her."

Mitchell's blood ran cold. Two men grabbed one of the tellers and headed to the back of the bank, out of sight. He looked at the frightened blonde. Tears were running down her cheeks. "I never got your name." He whispered softly, trying to calm her a little.

"N-Nicole." She stammered back, she gulped harshly.

He shh-ed her quietly. "You're going to be just fine Nicole." He reassured. "Nothing is going to happen to you."

She was scared stiff. She was barley blinking. But she took in a deep breath at Mitchell's words.

"Thank you." She whispered back.

"Hey! Why do I hear talking?" The robber yelled. He marched over to them, pulling Mitchell up by his shirt, choking him a little.

"You! Take this bag and go fill it with everything in the cash registers, go!"

Mitchell didn't hesitate to take the bag and follow his orders. He started stuffing it with all the cash from each register, when he got to the last one; he heard a stifled cry coming from Nicole.

The man yanked her up by her hair. "I thought I told you to be quiet?" He growled.

Mitchell's eyes widened at the poor innocent girl. Her face was flushed pale.

"I'm s-sorry!" She cried.

He threw her down harshly on the floor. She whimpered, trying to back away, but was trapped in a corner.

"You should be!" He thrashed before mindlessly starting to beat the petite girl.

"Hey!" Mitchell yelled suddenly. He jumped the counter and ran to stop him.

The man continued to kick and punch at Nicole, her cries escalated, echoing through the room.

Mitchell grabbed the man by his shoulder, pulling him back. "Stop! Leave her alone!"

The man stumbled back, turning towards Mitchell. He scowled. "You're going to get it if you don't back off pretty boy."

He started to turn back to Nicole. She looked up at him petrified. Her body was already showing visual bruises, and she had a gash across her forehead.

As he crept forward, she started panicking. "No, please no, no, no."

He raised his fist, about to throw another punch, when Mitchell leaped at him and shoved him away. "I said leave her alone!"

The next thing happened too fast for anybody to react.

The man pulled out his gun and aimed it at Mitchell's chest, pulling the trigger, and killing him on the spot.

The bank erupted with gasps and cries, as everybody watched his lifeless body collapse onto the floor.

The man pocketed his gun and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was unfazed as he stepped over Mitchell, sending glares to the rest of the room.

"The cops are here!" Yelled one of the men guarding the door.

"Shit," The burly man mumbled under his breath, before going to the back of the bank to retrieve the others.

When he was out of sight, Nicole crawled over to the boy who saved her life. She was crying hysterically by now. She eyed his still body, his white tee soaked in his own blood.

She pressed her fingers to his cold neck, with some hope that he would have some kind of pulse. But she knew he was gone.

As Ally's cab came to a stop, she caught the sight of flashing lights and sirens in front of the bank. There were police cars, and an ambulance, and a huge crowd of people all packed in front of the yellow caution tape around the bank.

Her brown eyes searched the crowd for her brunette best friend. Being extremely confused of everything that was going on, she went up to a man observing the scene.

"Excuse me sir, what happened here?" She asked.

He shook his head, pressing his lips together. "There was a robbery. They were holding everyone inside the bank hostage. But the police caught them, and right now they are inspecting inside the bank and questioning the hostages."

Her eyes widened, immediately thinking of Mitchell. Worry and panic washed over her as she started frantically looking for him.

There was an officer standing by one of the ambulances, he was questioning to what Ally could see a beaten and bruised blonde. She was crying hysterically.

Ally stepped closer to hear what she was telling the officer.

"-And then the robber started to b-beat me, but this brave man saved me by yelling at him and tried to stop him…" She choked on her tears. "But then the robber shot him, and killed him!"

Ally's heart stopped.

"And do you know his name?" The officer asked.

She shook her head madly. "No! I never got his name! But we were talking before and he was so nice and comforting…"

"Can you describe him?"

"He was tall, and skinny. He had tanned skin and brown spike hair…and his eyes! They were like turquoise."

"No!" Ally yelled jumping to her. "You're lying! He's not dead! Maybe his eyes were blue! Not turquoise…" She breathed frantically.

There was no way Mitchell was dead. She refused to believe that he was. But the girl's description fit him perfectly. Who else had his turquoise eyes that he was known for?

The blonde stared at her wide eyes. She looked down at her huge stomach.

"You're his best friend aren't you… the one who is pregnant with twins?" She croaked. "He told me about you."

She felt like her heart split in two at that moment, just as the investigators came rushing out of the bank rolling a gurney, with a lifeless body on it that Ally would recognize anywhere.

There on the gurney was her best friend, completely still and no longer breathing, with a bullet hole in the middle of his chest.

She was completely mortified. She screamed racing over pushing past everybody who got in her way. She threw herself onto Mitchell's body, sobbing and shaking him.

"Wake up Mitch, come on. You are not dead…" She choked.

The officers pulled her away. "Ma'am, get away from the body."

"No!" She shouted trying to latch herself onto him.

She kicked and screamed as the officer held her back. The medics lifted a sheet and covered his face, before they wheeled him onto the back of an ambulance, and sped away, with the sirens blaring.

The officer still holding on to Ally released her from his tight grip, when he felt her stop struggling.

"I'm sorry ma'am." He said quietly before returning to the other officers.

She stood there, frozen on her spot, staring at the place where he had just been a few moments ago.

She bit her lip, and shut her eyes while a single tear fell silently down her face.

After a few seconds she opened her eyes, expecting the whole scene to have vanished, and to have the whole thing be a dream.

Instead her eyes locked with the blonde girl from earlier.

"I'm so sorry." She sniffed, her bruised face stained with tears.

At that moment it all hit her at once. The realization that her best friend was now dead, that she would never see his sparkling blue eyes or his radiant smile ever again; it all struck her like a lightning bolt. She felt her throat tighten and she choked, feeling her eyes start to burn as she broke down and sobbed.

Mitchell was gone.

A/N:

THIS CHAPTER WAS SO AWFUL

I KNOW

BUT THIS WAS PLANNED FROM THE BEGINNING

BUT I DIDN'T REALIZED IT WOULD BE SO HARD FOR ME TO WRITE

I'M SORRY BUT NOW I THINK THE WORST IS OVER

IT WILL GET BETTER.

R.I.P MITCHELL

-SYDNEY