Hey guys so I, R54EverAuslly, wrote this. I also don't mean to offend anyone in this chapter as it does include the mention of depression and suicide.

Teen-Idol and I do not own anything. Just the story line and some made up characters.

Chapter 12—No Turning Back

The two of them pulled away, both smiling widely at each other. Ally had no words to say; so she didn't. She had admitted everything that she felt already, not all verbally.

Austin, however, could still continue with his speech. He didn't want Ally to feel like she doesn't deserve to live. Thoughts like that made you become depressed, and could eventually lead to more drastic consequences, like suicide.

And Ally is definitely not dying under his watch.

He grabbed her hands, interlocking them both with his. "Ally, I really like you. I have since that plane ride. You were so intriguing; I wanted to know more about you. Without you by my side every day, I honestly don't know what I would do. You're the only one keeping me sane with Trish and Dez around," he said. "Dez made me think zebras weren't real!"

Ally finally laughed for the first time since before the kiss.

"There's that smile I like so very much," Austin grinned and Ally looked down at their hands, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Please don't think that way ever again. You do deserve to live. None of this is your fault. And I promise you, that with me by your side, you have nothing to worry about, okay?"

He kissed her this time, his lips connecting with hers passionately. He really did like her and he knew that she felt the same. He also knew that she had a lot on her shoulders and a lot to process, and he didn't want to pressure her into being a relationship with him just yet. Ally had recently found out a pretty intense amount of information about her father and his death, which she was still in part mourning. Learning about why he died only added salt to her injuries, and having to leave her mother and her life for the second time was like cleaning her wounds with peroxide; making them sting way too much to heal.

And Austin knew that now wasn't the time to bring about more stress in their friendship by taking it to the next step.

Still, he did want to show her that his feelings were genuine.

"Thank you." Ally finally said, looking up at him with a genuine smile. "I really needed that."

"C'mon," The blonde told her, grinning as he slung an arm around her shoulders. "We should get going."

They walked towards the gas station shop, laughing about what ever Austin was saying to lighten the mood. What they didn't know, was that someone was watching them from far away.

Every move they make was crucial, because whatever they decided or wherever they went, these people would follow and make things worse.

"I see you two kissed." Trish spoke up after a while from the back seat, breaking the silence that filled the car since they left the station.

The four were on the road again, heading to some hotel that Austin had found on Google maps.

"Are you a thing now?" Dez questioned.

Austin and Ally looked at each other then back to the road, both replying with a simple, "No."

"We kissed, yes, but with everything going on, Ally doesn't need anyone else weighted on her shoulders. She just needs her best friends for now, and I'm perfectly fine with that. When everything is sorted..." Austin explained, looking at Ally, a smiling gracing his face, "we will be official."

Ally smiled back. "When everything is over, we can be a couple and do normal couple stuff. But for now ...it will just have to wait. There are more important things to do."

Dez and Trish chuckled, sharing a knowing look.

"Yeah, because holding hands is not a couple-y thing to do." The redhead pointed out, motioning at the hands of the brunette and blonde in the front of the car, which were joined together.

The two instantly turned red and tried to make up an excuse, but weren't successful. After the embarrassment of trying to say they can stop looking like a couple, they just gave up and said they could not stay away from each other.

Who cares though, they're young and falling really hard.

Without warning, Ally's phone rings. She looks at her phone and it flashes a notification of a text from an unknown number. She opens her phone, hearing the signature unlock sound, and reads the message.

Well done. Your little running away scheme has just caused two of my men to die. Just stop running and hand yourself over. You wouldn't want your family dying now, would you? I'm after you, and I will catch you. Whether it's now ...or in thirty years' time, whether you hand yourself over or not. Be careful.

Ally's breathe got caught in her throat. Austin, Trish, Dez and herself managed to kill people? How? She was so confused. They didn't kill anyone!

Then there was the 'I'm after you.' part. Who was "I"?

Randy.

The thought made her shudder.

Would he catch her?

Is he following her now?

Will she survive?

She shook her head and tried to steady her breathing, but nothing worked.

"Ally?" One of her friend's called out, but they seemed so distant and far away.

She couldn't answer, her words and her breath was stuck in the back of her throat. Her hands were shaking and a bead of sweat trickled down her brow.

"Lee, what's wrong?" Trish questioned. All she could do was throw the phone at the raven-haired girl

Moments later, Trish had the same unfortunate reaction. "Oh my god..." She started breathing heavily too. "A-Austin you should read this." So then she threw the phone at Austin, who caught it one hand as he momentarily took his eyes off the road to read the screen.

"Son of a bitch!" The three of them heard moments later.

"Austin, dude, what is it?" Dez asked his best friend.

But the blonde didn't reply, quickly pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Finding out you could possibly be a murderer is a big deal. Especially whenyour hands are clean.

"We need to get into that hotel and book a room right now, so we can get Ally out of sight. We also need to abandon this car, because they most likely have the license plate." Austin explained, unbuckling his seatbelt and killing the ignition. "Trish, Ally, and Dez, I want you to go in there and book a room for five nights. If we need any more days to sleep there, we have the money to keep hold of the place. I'll go abandon the car—"

Ally stopped Austin before he could say anything else. "I'll come with you. I'm not leaving you alone, Austin. Wouldn't it be better if we stayed in pairs?"

"No, Ally. If you stay here, as soon as you get that room, you can hide. If you come with me, someone might see you." The blonde said frantically.

The brunette shook her head. "Wouldn't it be the same either way? Austin, I'm coming with you. If they capture you, they could use it against me! At least if I'm there and they take you, I can follow them."

"Ally—" The blonde tried, but she cut him off.

"No, Austin. I have had enough of people telling me what to do lately! It happened when my mum told me to leave to California, and it happened again today when she told me to leave so they won't find me! Does no one think that I have feelings? Do you all think I'm some incapable little girl?" Ally broke down and Trish's heart broke at the state her best friend was in.

"Ally," The Latina put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "Of course none of us see you like that. We're just trying to do what's best for you."

"Well, I'm fed up with people making decisions for me. For once I'm making them myself," Ally stated, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm going with you, Austin." She finished sternly.

Austin sighed, and then pulled Ally into an embrace, wrapping his arm round her shoulders. "Alls, calm down. I'm sorry, okay? I just ...I don't want you getting hurt; I promised your mum I'd take care of you. If something happened to you..." His voice broke. "I-I don't know what I would do."

"I'm sorry to interrupt this guys, but you can talk about it on the way to getting the fake IDs." Dez spoke up.

Trish nodded. "While you too were kissing and bickering, me and Dez figured that we need some proof that we're somewhat eligible to be eighteen, since we're only sixteen, we wouldn't be able to do half the things we need to without them."

"So, you're going to go down the road to the fifth street on the right, then continue down the dirt road, and then about five minutes later there will be a left exit. Take it. It will start to get dark, but it's because the place is hidden in a garage. It's not hard to miss." Dez explained. "There will be a guy there waiting for you. His name is Martin. Once you have the fake IDs, he'll offer you some security cameras and tracking devices and I want you to take them."

Austin threw him a puzzled look. "Why do you know a guy named Martin that makes fake IDs? And why didn't you tell me about it sooner?"

"He's a close friend. But anyway, remember, cameras and tracking devices."

"Why do we need those?" The blonde questioned.

Dez groaned. "I'll tell you that later, but you need to hurry, so you better go now."

Trish agreed with him, and then gave her best friend a hug. "Be careful, the both of you. On your way back, abandon the car and set it on fire to blow it up. Walk about half a mile before you call a cab, so nothing looks suspicious."

Ally hugged Trish back afterwards, and then the boys joined it. "We'll meet you here soon. We won't get the room until you come back with the IDs." The Latina continued.

"How did they get our pictures anyway?" Austin asked.

"I sent Martin a group photo of us smiling; he just cropped out each one of our head's so it made it look like a single photo." Dez told his best friend.

"Okay, enough chit chat, go!" Trish commanded.

They had been driving for almost ten minutes now. Ally was writing in her song book, whilst Austin was half singing and listening along to the radio. There wasn't tension in the air, just a peaceful silence.

Every now and then Ally would catch Austin looking at her, and he would notice her doing the same. They had nothing to be said; they were just taking everything in. Ally was still hurt from thinking about everything. Everyone in the past has been making her decisions for her, and she couldn't handle it anymore. She was tired of being treated like some child who knew nothing. She's a sixteen year old girl, she can handle herself.

Pulling her out of her thoughts, Ally felt Austin take her hand an interlocking their fingers. She looked at her hand, and then up at Austin smiling, obviously Austin returned the gesture. Like he had said before, making a girl like her smile?

Big achievement.

"Look out for the fifth turn." Austin said, and then things got suddenly dark as he pulled onto the exit.

"Err ...Austin?"

"Alls, don't worry, I'm right here." He squeezed her hand.

She shook her head, and then almost slapped herself because he probably wouldn't have seen due to the darkness. "I know, but I think we missed the turn. I saw a little light up by that garage we went past."

Austin looked at her, and then started driving the car in reverse, until they found the opening for the fifth turn, and just like Ally said, he saw a little light to illuminate the garage.

He pulled into the building slowly, squinting his eyes to try to see through the only light that was surrounding them.

"I think that's the guy you need to see." Ally said, pointing out the man by the computer going over four documents.

Austin parked the car, and then turned off the ignition, getting out the car. Ally followed suit, and slammed the door shut.

"Ally, come here." He said, pulling Ally into him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He didn't feel safe with her walking by herself in a place like this. Ally smiled, feeling protected, like nothing could get her.

They continued walking towards the man they hoped would help them, trying to ignore the stares Ally was getting like she was some kind of delicious dinner from the other men in the building. They had yet to find out if this was the right place, and if it wasn't, God help them.

"Ah, you must be Dez's friends, please sit down, my name's Martin." The guy by the computer said once the two reached him..

Austin and Ally did as they were told, except Austin pulled Ally's chair closer so that he could reach her. Don't ask why, he just felt he needed to.

"So, here are your IDs, try not to lose them as they have a security code that leads to here. If they trace it, I'll be in shit." He explained coldly. "Also, for the fun of this business we're doing, do you want security cameras and tracking devices?"

Austin nodded, remembering that Dez had instructed. "Yeah, we want eight tracking devices, and ten security cameras."

"Sure, I'll go get them. In total that will be," Martin said tapping a few things on the keyboard, "seven hundred and fifty seven bucks."

Austin sighed, forgetting he left the money in the car. "I will give you the money, but it's in the car, and I really don't want to walk back and forth as I half trust in the men around here. You can even walk back with us when we're done." Austin told him.

Martin nodded and walked away, then returned with everything they asked for.

"I know Dez knows how to install all these things." He said. "Here are your ID cards, again don't lose them." He stated again, his voice went lower towards the end, slightly scaring the brunette.

"Hey, do you know how to put tracking devices in a human body?" Austin asked him suddenly.

"I do, why?"

Austin hesitated, before looking at Ally, and then Martin, who appeared to be smirking. "Ah, I see. I can do it, but it will be an extra fifty."

"Done." Austin agreed.

"Austin!" Ally screamed.

"It will be better if we can track you, what if they captured you and took your phone? We would be able to get you without them knowing." The blonde explained, whispering so that only she could hear.

She shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "Austin, please ...I-I don't want that thing in me." She whispered back.

"Als, please ...it'll help you, it will help us, and it will help me know where you are so I can get you if you're in trouble." He replied quietly. "I promise I'll hold your hand through it all. It's just a little cut. I promise."

"A-Austin..."

"Ally, I'm begging you. Once it's done, it's over." He begged. "Please."

She looked at the tiny device; it was only a little cut, right? Plus, it would help Austin save her if anything did happen.

Sighing, Ally nodded her head and held out her wrist, prepared to do it with dignity.

"I'm sorry….." Martin then said. "It needs to go in your lower back..."

She looked at Austin frantically, who looked at her pleadingly, then lowered her head and stood up, raising her red tank top and leather jacket to reveal her lower back with her two dimples.

"Dude, you need to come hold her clothing while I do this, just so it doesn't scratch her." Martin said.

Austin nodded, then walked over to Ally, held up her clothes, and held her hand in his free one. "On three I'm going to cut."

"Just do it!" Ally yelled frustrated.

Martin nodded and began to cut her back. It stung at first, and tears fell down her face, but feeling Austin hand in hers, and him cooing in her ear and kissing her neck with tender kisses helped a lot.

"There, all done." Martin said, and then lifted Ally's clothes back down carefully.

"Thanks." Austin replied, and then looked at the brunette who was angry, upset and scared.

They walked back to the car, silence filling around them.

After Austin had handed the money to Martin, thanked him again, he got in the car.

He didn't bother saying anything to Ally. He knew she was mad and he didn't want to make matters worse, and so once they had got out of the garage, he let his thoughts take over him.

After driving for half an hour, Austin finally found an open field with a petrol station nearby. He drive into the open field then stopped the car.

"Ally, listen I'm sorry, and I know it probably hurts, but—"

He stopped once a pain went through his left cheek.

Ally had just slapped him.

Ignoring the pain he was feeling, he leant over and kissed her cheek. "I'll be back in five minutes, I promise."

Then he left.

Bad mistake though. He thought nothing could go wrong out in this field.

Wrong.

Once he was out of sight, we'll for Ally anyway; it was almost someone had pushed a magic button. She could smell burning, and then smoke. She turned around and noticed that oil had been spread all over the back seats—in fact all over the entire car.

Sabotage.

Ally barely had a moment to scream before the flames began.

She frenetically turned to the car door and tried opening it, but with her luck, it didn't budge. The flames grew bigger and bigger with each second, and the car door just wouldn't open. She was trapped.

Was this really how it was going to end?

Was this how she was going to die?

No.

"Austin!" She called, but he wasn't in sight.

"Austin, please!" She yelled louder, silently pleading that he would hear her.

She began banging in the doors, but soon became woozy from the smoke. Her eyes felt heavy and her breathing slowed down. Sweat covered her entire body from the heat of the flames. She turned to look to her right, but noticed the fire had spread to the driver's seat and was creeping its way towards her.

"Austin, please!" Then she started coughing dramatically.

This was really how she was going to die. She turned so her face was facing the window and noticed it a little open, so she grabbed the pack of money and threw it out.

At least her friends would still have the money.

She started to become extremely dizzy as smoke intoxicated her lungs, and she finally couldn't see clearly anymore because everything was black.

She tried staying awake, but it was no use.

Just when she was about to give up her hope, she heard a voice.

"Ally?" It was Austin. "Oh, my god. Ally!"

"Austin!" She screamed will all her might.

He was there instantly, pulling harshly at the door. Ally looked at him sadly, and shook her head.

"It's not use, I tried." She mouthed, feeling the fire come near her.

"This is not how it ends. You're getting out!" He yelled, desperately.

He finally managed to get the door pulled open...

...but then there was an explosion.