Hey guys! SmileR5 here.
I hope you like this chapter, and yes, I am aware that my updating schedule has gone a little ...wrong—but I am trying. I just have a lot of school exams.
Anyway, the chapter!
Teen-Idol and I do not own anything, except the story line and made up characters along the way.
Chapter 29—No Turning Back
"Someone please tell me that wasn't a gun I just heard..." Penny whispered, her hands shaking.
Everyone looked at her with the same expression upon their faces: anxiousness and panic.
Austin swallowed hard, and cleared his throat. "Um..." he tried to speak, to assure her that everything was fine but nothing came. He was lost for words. Because things weren't fine. They were as far from fine as possible.
Trish walked over to him and hugged him tightly, not being able to say anything herself to make the situation calmer. Shortly after, Dez and Ryan surrounded the two teens hugging, joining in.
Gregory cleared his throat to gather everyone's attention, and once he succeeded, he began talking. "W-we... We need to get into there now just in case Ally is in a need of, um, medical attention." There was no sugar coating it.
Ally could be dead— dead.
Austin nodded, wiping his eyes a little. He had to be strong, if not for him, than for the sake of the brunette. He made a promise to protect her and he was not about to break that. "Let's go."
Then they all began walking towards the entrance of the building, preparing for what could come next.
She was running as fast as her legs could carry her. Her breathing was erratic, sweat was dripping from her face, her palms were slippery and her body was covered in blood.
Hers—and someone else's.
It all had happened so quickly, it was like she blinked and the next thing she knew she was running for her life, her arm bleeding profusely.
"Boss said to tie her to the chair." She heard from underneath the black bag that sealed her eyesight.
"We killing her today?" She heard another man ask. She cringed when she heard the grammar he used. Shut up, stupid, she rolled her eyes at herself, you'reabout to be killed and all you're worrying about is how the man uses his grammar?
"I don't know. Boss just wants us to tie her down, to ensure she doesn't move until he gets back."
"Okay, grab the rope and give her to me then."
"Okay. But be careful though."
"Why? I'm pretty sure she deserves to be hurt, if Boss wants her dead." She could tell it was a young voice; therefore the man must be quite young. Possibly in his late teens or his early twenties.
"Reilly, she's a 17 year old girl."
"Wait, is she?..."
"Lester's daughter, yes."
"O-okay..."
Then whispers, the voices barely audible as the two men appeared to be conversing with each other. That's all she heard. She got pushed slightly towards the chair but not once did she get hurt. They set her down gently, much to her surprise. All the other men Randy had employed to handle her had been so rough and unsympathetic to her wellbeing.
When she sat down, she wrists and arms started hurting from the irritation from the ropes the men had tied her up with. From her best estimation, it had been no more than an hour since she had escaped the basement. Her mind drifted back to think about Gregory. She hoped he was fine and that he at least was able to escape safely. Maybe he found Austin and had reunited with him.
She smiled at the thought of her boyfriend, but that quickly turned into a frown and tears sprang up in the corners of her eyes at the realization that she would probably never see the blonde, Latina, or redhead ever again. As well as her mother.
"You okay?" Ally felt herself being prodded. The movement made her hands rub against the ropes, bringing her mind back to the pain.
"Ouch," She winced slightly.
"Did I hurt you?" One of them asked.
"N-no."
"Then what's hurting?" The younger voice asked. She guessed that there were only two of Randy's men in the room because they were the only people talking.
"Doesn't matter." She spat.
"Ally?" They used her name. When she didn't answer, they took the black bag off of her head. It took her a minute to a just to the light in the room, but once she did she was met with four eyes staring at her. One pair belonged to a boy who seemed no younger than she was. The other pair belonged to a man who he had a deep resemblance to.
"What's hurting you?" She saw the younger one ask.
"My ropes are hurting me, but you are going to put more on so just get on with it. I would rather be dead now."
Then, without hesitation, he walked around and untied her hands. Once they were free she held her wrists and rubbed them trying to get rid of the soreness.
"Why did you untie my hands?" She asked them.
"They were hurting you, dear." The elder looking man replied.
"But Randy wants you to tie me down, why did you untie me? Now I could run free..."
"Go ahead. We'll punch each other in different places to make it look like you attacked us to get free."
"Why are you helping me?"
"You're a seventeen year old girl who had to run away and not live most of her life because the new leader of the group killed your father because of some stupid agreement. You technically haven't done any harm to anyone." The younger one answered her.
"You two look alike ...is he your father?"
"Proud to say he is. I'm Reilly, by the way." The boy, whose name she now knew to be Reilly, smiled.
"Enough chit chat, Ally you need to go. The only way out is through that door on the left, if you go now you need to run and then take the second right door in the corridor. Follow the steps all the way down, and then follow the corridor until you reach the last door on the left. Go through that and you're out." His father commanded.
"How can I trust you?"
"Here's my gun in case anyone comes near you. We want to leave this hellhole so if you see Randy, just shoot. It will be for self defense, if the issue arises."
"T-Thank you..." She said taking the gun, then running towards the door.
"Not so fast!" She heard Randy's voice as he entered the room.
"Ally now!" Reilly shouted.
She raised the gun with shaking hands, prepared to aim and shoot. But Randy was quicker than her and by the time her gun had reached the level of his chest, he had already taken his own shot.
"No!" Ally felt herself being pushed back as a figure stood in the way of the line of fire. A figure landed in front of her. Reilly. She looked at his bleeding hand, only to realize that he had jumped and taken the bullet for her. But, she hadn't escaped it.
Because Reilly was only able to block the bullet with his hand, it managed to pierce through his skin and land in the brunette's arm.
"Go Ally." Reilly grunted, getting up, and pushing her out of the door. "Go now!"
With a groan, she held her arm, ignoring the excruciating pain, and ran as fast as she could out of the room. She heard voices behind her and urged herself to run faster, not sure if they were Randy's or Reilly's, but not bothering to look back and check. She had to get out of there.
She knew that if she got lost, her arm would definitely bleed out or Randy would find her. Either way, she had to get out of the building as soon as she could, because otherwise she was dead.
So now, still running, she exited the second right door on the corridor, remembering the instructions of Reilly's father. She was trying to get down the steps as fast as she could, but the task was made difficult with her throbbing arm. Her trousers were covered in Reilly's blood, probably from pushing her out the door, but her clothes were covered in her own from being shot herself.
She jumped down from the third one, landing on the ground and tried ignoring the pain that shot up her legs. She gritted her teeth together in order not to make a sound, and continued running, but that's when she heard voices coming from in front of her. She hid into the little black corner gap on the left, and tried to stop her crying.
However, when someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth, holding their arm around her waist, she was already preparing for herself to die. She was caught by one of Randy's men. She was dead.
It wasn't until she was turned around and was met with hazel eyes with gold specs (the only thing she could see in the darkness) she knew who it was, well at least hoped she knew who it was.
Austin. She was right.
"Shh..." He whispered to her, hand still over her mouth, all she did was nod and let him hold her like he already was.
Austin was waiting for the men to disappear down the hall, so during the time it took them to leave, he looked over Ally. He was trailing his hands over her body, and when it came to her hands, he felt something sticky.
He took her hands confused, and heard her wince a little, but when he saw her hands full of blood, his eyes widened in shock. She pulled her hands away and used one to grip onto her right arm, where the bullet was, and held it tightly to try and stop the pain.
"Ally?" He whispered. She looked up through her wet eyelashes as a tear fell, she felt light headed and knew she would die soon. There was no way she would be able to survive.
Austin took her hand away carefully, and softly traced his hands over where she held. He felt bump and she winced. He got his phone out and used the flashlight app he downloaded, careful not to get caught or be seen. He put the light over the arm, and nearly passed out when he saw the injury his girlfriend had.
"Ally, this is going to hurt but I need to try and stop the bleeding. And... how long has it been bleeding?"
"About half an hour now…" She whispered, trying to bite her tongue from the pain. He nodded and ripped the bottom of his t-shirt off. He wrapped it carefully around the hole in her arm, and then tied it. Then, he kissed her harshly to distract her from the pain when he pulled it together tightly. She tried holding in the screams of agony, but the tears and muffled sobs were coming out of her regardless how hard she tried.
He kissed her again and pulled her to his body, letting her sob for a while whilst hiding. It was then, that he wrapped his arms around her bruised, petite waist and felt the pointy thing sticking out of her jeans.
He pulled away and lifted up her top, revealing the gun. Austin grabbed it, and exhaled out deeply. "We are going to run, and you're going to use this for defense. If someone comes you shoot, okay?"
Ally nodded, "That was Reilly told me to do."
"Reilly?" The blonde questioned.
"The boy who let me go, he tried saving me, but the bullet went straight through his hand. He's about eighteen and his dad is part of the group, which means when he turned seventeen he had to join, but they both hate it and told me to shoot Randy."
"Remind me to thank him if he makes it out alive. And, Alls, you have to shoot, okay? I know you don't want to kill somebody, but it's for your own life, you have to."
She nodded and sniffed, "O-okay." Then they ran from the hiding place.
Shouts were heard and footsteps followed them.
They ran for about ten minutes before Ally started to get light-headed and trail behind Austin.
"Come on baby, you need to do this, just another twenty minutes until we reach the exit." Austin practically begged her. "The paramedics are on their way. Dez called them on our way in here."
"That's no use; you need to carry her, the more she runs the more blood she will lose. She's already lost quite an amount." An unfamiliar voice told him from behind. Ally was so tired and lightheaded, that she could hardly hear anything, as she leaned against Austin.
"Who are you?" Austin asked, as he picked Ally up carefully.
"I'm Reilly. But that don't matter, you need to follow me now before—"
A beeping noise stopped him from speaking. Three seconds later and smoke was released from the device on the wall. Reilly and Austin began to feel sleepy, slowly falling to the floor. All they saw was a body being taken away from them before blacking out.
