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ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW

I don't remember anything but darkness.

They vague sounds of creaking, doors, the rough grain of the rope knotted around my wrists. The blood on my forehead. The blood that irritated me so much because I couldn't wipe it. It just trickled, very delicately and very slowly don't the side of my forehead. I'm very grateful to be sitting on a chair because if I was laying down I'm sure I'd never be able to stand.

I try to imagine where I am. I don't even know who took me. I'm trying to stay calm. I'm a lot calmer in my head than I actually am. I'm painfully aware of my rigid breathing and short breaths. I feel the remains of tears streaked down my face. I feel the blindfold over my eyes. Strangely enough, I can still tell it's dark wherever I am with it on.

All I want is to get out of here.

I try to manoeuvre my hands in the ropes to no avail. They're secure. I'm so small.

I decide to pretend I'm fearless. "Hey!" I shout at the darkness.

No one responds.

"Hey!"

"Ally, be quiet," a voice coos. I jump at the sound. "Stop fighting the ropes. Stop calling to people. There's no one here. Austin and Trish and Dez aren't here. They don't care about you."

Who is that?

"Who are you," I ask.

"You know who I am."

...Trent? Oh no. "Trent, is that you?"

"See?" he replies. "You knew who it was."

"Why am I here, Trent? What do you want?" I demand.

"Me-ow. You're a little cranky, Ally. That's not like you."

"TRENT!" I'm so angry and scared.

"Shut up, Ally. You're giving me a headache. You want to know why you're here? Why I took you? Well here's why." He drags a chair across the floor, giving me chills, and sits right in front of my face, so close I can feel his breath on my skin. "I know your friends will jump at the opportunity to save you. So instead of money, this ransom calls for Austin to back out of his career to come to your rescue. Even if I don't become the next sensation, Austin will be out. In fact, he's lucky I didn't take him and just let him starve in here. This is much more fun."

I feel like I'm going to vomit. I make the indicative sounds and he immediately backs up and pushes my chair forward, just enough for me to throw up on the floor and not my clothes.

"Why Sonic Boom?" I demand in between vomit breaths.

"Well," he chuckles. "I can't go out and buy instruments now that I'm on the Most Wanted list in Miami." He opens a nearby door. "Sleep well, Ally," he says and leaves.

Suddenly, I feel a smelly cloth covering my mouth. I feel dizzy. It must be chloroform. As Dex opens the door to leave, I hear him whisper, "Sorry."

AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW

Mr. Dawson is pacing and crying and yelling inside the house. Poor guy, just got home. I'm outside answering questions for the police. I don't really get why they came here when Ally was kidnapped here, but I wouldn't question it.

"I woke up to Trish yelling," I say for the umpteenth time. "She told me Ally was gone and looked like she was dragged outside. I'm just angry that I didn't hear it."

"Mr. Moon," the officer says. "What were you doing last night?"

I look at him like he's stupid. "Sonic Boom (her family's store) was broken in to last night. We were there. Weren't you there?"

"I have to ask these questions, Mr. Moon." He scribbles in his note pad.

"Well we went back to her place after because we were too afraid to stay at the store after Trent and Dex got away. That's why we think it's them."

"It's too early to tell tight now, but we'll look in to it," he assures me. He steps inside and leaves me there on the porch, collecting my thoughts and hating everything. I look over to see a caterpillar on the railing. Just crawling around. I look at it a little longer.

Why do caterpillars always show up when something happens to Ally?

I realize they've always shown up before the situation gets better, but this one I have a feeling will get worse first.

I pick up the caterpillar and put it on the soft bed of grass below the bushes outside her house. Protecting it from danger.

Please be okay, Ally.