It has been a full week since my conversation with Dez has taken place. And secretly, I've been hoping to see Austin again. There is a part inside my heart that wants to fight off Jack. Or at least threaten the guy into releasing Austin. But then again… after reading about all the people he murdered and rape… I realized that wasn't the best idea to take. On the other hand my soul is feeling completely hopeless and useless. This sort of feeling has now lead me to almost lose my cool entirely as I feel myself started to become unhinged. The consequences for my actions is all I could think of whenever I am alone as I wait for the news about Austin's disappearance. There have been some times during the day where Keely has come to see me. And may I be frank, she is completely at a loss for words and a mess without Austin. Her brown hair hasn't been combed within weeks and I am starting to see bags under her sorrowful emerald colored eyes. It hurts to know that Keely is in this state because of me. But I am really trying my best to make it up to her by spending more time with her than anyone else in my circle of friends.

Dez has often called Keely and I to inform us on any progress on rescuing Austin. So far he has been reassuring us that everything would go alright. The question is… when will everything be alright? The only thing I have done in this whole damn week is pretty much apologized to Trish about my rude behavior, from the last time, and taking Keely's mind off the matter by spending some quality girl time at Sonic Boom. In truth I didn't want to be there, but Keely felt more relaxed whenever she is at her brother's business. So I suggested that she worked here for the moment and she was thrilled with the thought of helping her brother out a bit. Oh and going back on the topic of my Hispanic best friend. Trish was full of joy when I came over her hotel room on Monday. Instantly she accepted my apology without letting me utter a single word. But Trish was curious to know why I have forgiven her so easily. In the moment I wanted to lie to Trish and say that I need my best friend right now. But Trish could practically see right through my lies. So instead I told her about Austin's journal. Trish has than asked me if she could take a look inside it, but I denied her request. By the end of the day everything that happened before Charlie's Bar in June was patched up.

In a matter of the week, my mind has decided to make a permanent stay in Miami. My father was thrilled with the news and so is Karissa. Speaking of my step-mother, I have made amends with her. Right after the whole reuniting with the family conversation, my father has decided to help me with all the paper work arrangements and I have gladly accepted. In the process of getting ready to move back into my parent's home, I have asked Trish to leave everything I own under Jack Silverstein's name and had reported Austin missing towards the police. The reason why I ask Trish to take care of my belongings there this is because I know that if I keep anything that Jack gave me; the man himself might try to use those same exact materials to lure me back to his side. And I, for one… am not going to let that happen. Jack has already shown me his colors and so now it is my turn to move on. Since the change of plans of staying; my life is been only full of worry some days about Austin's health and hoping that Jack didn't really kill him. I know Austin is a strong man, but there are times where I wonder if he is okay.

My now worried look upon my face has been removed as I put my red suitcase away. My slim white pale hands gently place the case under my bed before hearing my cell phone ring. Instantly, my body jumps up from the unexpected sound before making my way towards my night lamp stand. I take a deep breath when I realize that an unknown caller was on the other line. My mind tries to talk myself into not answering it. But in the last ring the index finger of my right hand decided otherwise. I chock up a hello before hearing a female voice from the other line.
"Hello. Is this Allyson Dawson?" The woman states with curiously behind her deadpan voice.
"Yes this is she. Who is this?" I ask with concern tone written over my tired some vocal chords.
The woman clears her throat a bit before responding back, "I am here to inform you that Patricia De La Rosa has been brought to Miami's Hospital two nights ago. She was found severely injured by a red head man name Dez. He has called in for emergency help when he found Miss. De La Rosa was not answering the phone. The police have opened up the door to find her unconscious at her hotel room."
My heart drops down towards my stomach from that comment as I respond back in a blank state of mine. "Which hospital have they taken her?"
"Miss De La Rosa is in Jackson Memorial Hospital. Oh and Miss. Morgan! We are sorry to inform you later. You friend Mr. Fisher stated that it would be best to call you once the Doctors were sure Miss. De La Rosa was stable enough to handle visitors." The lady on the other side of the phone comments towards me in a kind tone.
I hum in agreement before adding on, "Thanks for letting me know. I'll be there in a second."
A smile is heard from behind the woman's tired tone as she responds back, "Okay Miss. Dawson! The room will be told to you by the receptionist."
"Thanks." Is the last word I say towards the woman before hanging up the phone.

In a second I take in the information about Dez's little stunt. I know I should be upset about him keeping the news from me. But it is the other way around. I am sort of happy. Not for the fact that Trish being in the hospital. Oh no that isn't something a person would wish upon their best friend. I guess the reason why I am happy is because Dez is thinking about my situation. He kind of is like an older brother to me, and I have accepted his mysterious actions a long time ago. The reason why is because I know that he only has good intentions when it comes to protecting me. A smile appears upon my face as I remember the first time Dez kept something from me. I went ballistic, but Austin was there for me in each step of the way. He reassured me that Dez was only doing what he thought was best for me. I remember my eyes looking into Austin's hazel eye as I slowly started to accept anything these two boys did out of trust. Well as long as it is for the best. Gosh I can't wait to see those amber color eyes of Austin's once again. My heart starts to break a bit as my eye start to become watery from the thought of not having Austin around me. My nose soon starts to run as I try my hardest to compose myself. Once I was able to calm myself down a bit, my feet walked over towards my closet and got ready for today's plans.

It took about an hour and a half to get to Jackson Memorial Hospital due to Miami Mall being a the middle of an industrial area. Plus the downside to getting here was waiting for the afternoon traffic on the freeway to pass me by. By the time I got to the hospital the receptionists were persistent on not letting me go through the door of the visiting area. My mind tried to come up with a plan in the late hours of the afternoon when I decided to call Dez. I know I shouldn't call, because he probably isn't in the place, but my mind brought me back to the conversation Austin and I had at Charlie's. If I remember correctly Austin told me that Dez has some sort of crush on Trish. It was a bewildered moment, but I confessed back to Austin that Trish felt the same way. Since that conversation, I knew in the back of my mind that Dez is definitely here. I let out a sigh of relief as I grab Iphone from my jean's side pockets. My fingers instantly look for Dez's number before feeling the warm device on top of my right cheek. The crazy red head answers the phone right away on the second ring and I told him about my problem. He let out a sigh of disbelief before stating towards me that he was coming. I waited an entire hour before see that freckled face young guy come out the double doors of one of the six wings. The poor guy looked horrible due to lack of sleep, but his worriesome facial expression showed that everything was going to be fine. My heart starts to soar back into its original place as a small sob of relief comes from within me.

"Ally… she is still unconscious from the unexpected blow." Dez starts to state towards me in a hoarse tone.
I stop him from continuing on as I state back in a firm demanding tone, "I don't care Dez. I need to see her. It is only way for me… to prepare myself for what is to come!"

Dez's blue eyes insist that I should leave, but my eyes stated back that I wasn't going anywhere until I see Trish. In defeat Dez told the brown eyed nurse from behind the receptionist that I am the close relative of Trish's and that I must see her. The slim tall male nurse was a bit unsure with the request but decided to let me in, when he saw that I was ready to fight back, if he said the words no. The Mexican man of thirty grabbed a blank name tag from the desk's top drawer before filling out the information. His oversized hands gently place the black marker down where it once was before handing me the stick-on tag. He then turns towards a red haired security lady and silently with his wavy boy cut head gestures the cop to take us inside. The petite woman obliges the order and swiftly in a fast pace take us into the room. My face got smacked by her long ponytail hair, but I didn't let this small gesture brother me. Right now I am only here for Trish and no one else is going to get in my way.

The air inside my lungs starts to evaporate when I saw my curly head best friend on top of the hospital's white covered bed. Trish's dark brown radiant skin is now pale from being unconscious. Meanwhile her arms and legs were serious bruised with green and blue marks. I can tell just by looking at Trish's body that this scene was no accident. The markings all over her small body showed that the person tried to kill her. Luckily that person didn't complete their task. My heart breaks into shattering pieces as my eyes analyzed the body. A sob comes from within me as my brown eyes see the many tubes connected into Trish's body. Each tube was filled up with blood and they were directed into certain parts of Trish's body. The heart monitor beside her bedside showed that she was breathing, but not at normal pace. My body slowly goes over towards the nearest wall in order to support my body, until my eyes looked up to where her face was and I noticed there is a tube inside my mouth and in front of her nostrils. The device is known as a bronchial tube and it was the only thing that was keeping Trish alive.

The sight in front of me was too much for me to handle that I had to walk out the room. Once my eyes take noticed of the plain white walls from the narrow hall, my body collapsed onto the floor. My heart continues to fill with pain as my tears coming from my eyes start to pour out. This all your fault, my mind shouted out towards me in fury. My head bows down to the floor as my stomach starts to clench down onto my empty stomach. A bunch of air slowly comes into my now vulnerable body as I feel my lungs start to burn on fire. I didn't realize until now but my cold body is now inside some else's embrace. It takes me a moment to realize it was Dez's embrace by his soft cologne. In the second of being in his hold I wanted to push him away, but instead I decide to just let me hold me. Dez doesn't say anything. He just keeps me close to him as we sit down on the floor of the hospital.

A few seconds pass by before we hear the footstep of a woman coming our way. An unknown nurse slowly puts her thin right hand in front of my teary eyed face. In her white skin toned hand is a box of tissues. The second I see her hand, I have become baffled. My eyes slowly look up towards the woman's face. She looked so famiTrishr. Her face looks exactly like the pictures my father gave me of my mother when I turn six. The nurse's brown wavy hair is twisted back into a half ponytail while her wavy long brown hair ends towards her shoulders. The woman's dark brown eyes are the same exact color as mine. The one feature that caught my attention was her smile. My father once told me that I look just like my mother. So when my face looks into the kind nurse's face, I saw the resemblance. My throat becomes awfully dry from looking at her. The nurse gently puts the small cardboard box into my hands as she silently states with her eyes; everything will be alright Ally... it will only take time before everything will blow over. My eyes stay on the nurse's face as I kindly accept both her silent message and the box of tissues. Once the nurse saw my response, she slowly walks away from us.

"Ally!" Dez shouts out towards my direction.
My mouth is slightly open as I bring myself back towards reality. My head turns to see Dez looking over at me with a concerned look upon his face. In the moment I didn't know why he was looking at me with a full on worrisome expression before seeing me close my mouth.
"What!" My voice states in a soft whisper.
"I think it is time for you to go home. And don't protest because I will drag you out of here, kicking and screaming." Dez states towards in a teasing tone.

A smile appear on my face from hearing his comment. My right hand nudges Dez in the gut before giving him a small death glare. Dez just lets out a chuckle from my response as he slowly gets up from the white tiled floor. Once Dez was stable enough to stand, his left hand goes out for me to hold.

"Fine, but you are also coming home! You look exhausted Dez. And don't you dare deny it!" I states in a scowled tone.

Dez silently agrees with my comment by nodding his head before seeing me place my hand into his hand. His strong warm hand slowly pulls me up from the floor. My legs are a bit weak due to lack of energy, but I didn't let it show. Dez makes sure I am able to stand on my own before side hugging me. I allow his body to embrace me in a friendly hug.
"So did the police rescue Austin yet?" I state towards Dez as we start walking out of the hospital halls.
Dez shrugs his shoulder before responding in an amused tone of voice. "Well I am not sure. Why don't we get you to your house and see."
A confused look comes upon my face as I respond back, "And why must we go there?"

Dez keeps him mouth shut as we walk over towards the visitor's parking lot building. Throughout the drive back to my parent's house, Dez didn't utter a word. This reaction is slowly aggravating me, but I knew that Dez wouldn't budge. This man knows how much I hate surprises and is very good in keeping his mouth shut which made it harder to figure out what he is keeping from me. There has been some times where I want to ask Dez to give me hints. But he just laughs at my lame excuses of knowing the news before stating back that I would find out very soon. So now here I am fidgeting with my fingers in the passenger seat as the street light flickers a bit into the car. Dez has decided to put his favorite country station as he keeps his eyes upon the worn out coal like road.

For the rest of the ride we stayed silent until my eyes take notice of a crippled figure in front of my father's front door. I start to focus more of my attention on the unknown stranger to see a bit of dirty blonde hair. My heart starts to speed up as my eyes start to water. My left hand slowly unbuckles my car seatbelt before seeing myself getting out of the car. Dez shouts for me to come back in the car, but I don't acknowledge his request. Instead my body starts rushing across the parking lot of my father's house. Once I reach the stranger's body, the person turns to look at me with a relief smile upon their face as we embrace each other. For once in this moment I felt every bit complete. The smell of his skin is a bit disgusting, but my body didn't seem to really care. Instead my arms start to get a heavy grip upon my love as the dirty man keeps me close towards his warm body. A small sob of happiness comes from within my tired some body as I feel him slightly kiss my forehead in an endearing gesture. We stayed like this for the rest of the night. And not once did we ever let go of one another.