Hello there, WOW okay the reception I have received is really kind and thank you for following me into this story world. I know that this book is more fast paste than the last but that was always the plan, this was when the real drama starts happening.

Enjoy this super long chapter

Nessa

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Chapter 3: She's completely harmless

Austin's POV

Three days. Three freaking days I have had to sit here and watch my world slip from my grasp. Ally's condition was deteriorating by the day, she looked pale and weak and it killed me to not be able to do anything. All I did, day in and day out, is sit in the fucking uncomfortable chair and stroke her hand. Once or twice I tried to sing to bring her round but not even music could save her this time. The thought of losing Ally was worst than the thought of being homeless, and I had felt the feeling of her loss before.

Doctors started to tell me that I shouldn't hold out too much hope and that Ally's internal damages were extensive, her skull was damaged and they had no way of telling what mental effects that would cause, let alone whether she would even be able to wake up from the medically induced coma that she was put under.

Dez and Trish had rushed over to the hospital the night it happened, Dez brought us both spare clothes and magazines to read, already reading into the situation and it almost broke my heart to see my best friend of three years to hover over his childhood sweetheart. Dez was always so good at holding in emotions but the moment he saw how small and frail Ally looked in that bed he just couldn't bring himself to be strong. He clung to her like a leech to blood. That's what finally broke me as well, seeing the despair in her childhood friend's face made it all too clear. Dez had been therefore her when she had got pneumonia, he had seen her break her arm twice and had two wisdom teeth out. Not even he had ever seen her as bad as this, not even the guy who had seen her pull through a death and a missing person believed that she could pull through it.

Trish, strong and cheerful Trish, had to leave the room the moment she saw Ally because it was too hard for her to bear. It was like seeing her child or her sister in that bed and I knew that too her it was probably as hard as losing her sister all over again. I held her as she cried in my arms and Dez wrapped himself around Ally's slim figure and thought about the irony of the situation, four lives, two entwined with the other, and yet we all found each other. It was like a story and I couldn't stand to think it might have a sad ending.

Ally's dad flew over to see us the moment he heard and he was with us within 12 hours, rushing into the room with his suitcase in tow. As soon as he saw me he pulled me into his arms and let me cry on him for a long time. When there was no more tears to come he gently patted my back and slowly moved over to his daughter, his eyes glassing over with tears.

"Ally-gator, it's papa. I know that you can make it through this Ally, I know that you are strong enough to fight this. I know you want to see mum, and even Elliot, but not yet baby. I am not ready to give you up to them yet." He started crying and held her hand, gripping at her cold skin. I welled up again and excused myself to get a coffee and see if the doctor was around to explain what was wrong with Ally to her father.

Her father nodded and thanked the doctor for his support as he explained that Ally had an inflammation to her head that could possibly be putting pressure on her skull and into they determine whether it will go down they can't let he wake up. She had a fractured rib, a bruised lung and a broken arm. My poor sweet soldier. Soon the doctor went home and I was left in the hospital alone again. Lester wanted to check into a hotel and get settled and I basically begged him to just let me stay here with her. I caressed her hand as I did every night and sung to her before drifting into an uneasy sleep.


It was two days later that the inflammation to her brain came down enough for the doctors to deem it safe for her to be woken up. They believed that it had just been tissue rather than her actual brain and they believed that her body was fighting off any damage well. They pulled out her IV and inserted a new one, this one only giving nutritional fluids rather than keeping her asleep. I waited all day for her to wake up, watched every flutter of her eyelids and every twitch of her hand until they were becoming more frequent and livelier. I waited with bated breath for her to open her eyes and when that moment finally come it was bliss to my sore heart.

"A-Austin?" she whispered, her voice unable to get above that. She slowly turned her head to me; I could see the pure pain just turning her head caused her.

"I'm here Ally baby, I am always here." I stroke her hand and the tears roll down my face. I press the little button that alerts the nurses. Two nurses and a doctor enter Ally's room almost immediately and they check her vitals, then her responses. The doctor deems Ally completely healthy but insists she stay here for a little while longer just for observations. I basically agreed for her and then slowly fed water through a straw to her, watching her every wince and sharp inhale.

"Oh Ally-cat what have you got yourself into?" I ask he softly and kiss the top of her head, she doesn't realise how much of a relief it was to feel warmth there instead of clammy coldness.

"It was Mollie." She blurted out almost instantly but the words didn't set in for a little while. When they did I almost laughed.

"Ally, baby, I know that Mollie was crazy but she wasn't THAT crazy. She couldn't even harm a fly Ally, she's completely harmless to you." I look at her but she has her resolved face on and I know that meant there was no getting round it.

"Austin, I am telling you it was Mollie, she hit me with a baseball bat and then stole my car, she looked evil Austin." Her body shook in fear and although I didn't believe her I knew that she wasn't making up what she thought she saw. Maybe the girl looked like Mollie, any blond could be confused if seen in a moment of terror. However, I didn't fight with her and concentrated on making her feel better instead.

Day by day Ally got better and day-by-day she got more stubborn in her reclamation of the events. She was positive that it was Mollie that had attacked and not just some crazed fan and I didn't have it in me to fight her. I was just so glad to have her back that I didn't even care who did it, I had my Ally.


Her father came in the night she woke up and he held her as he told her all of the amazing things he had been up to recently. He bought a chain of music shops and renamed them 'Sonic Boom 2.0' which made Ally laugh. He told her of the lovely woman he met on a dating site and about he had accidently spilt water on her on their first date, but she still agreed to a second. He told her that their sweet old neighbour has recently bought a shitzu and it made too much noise to sleep at night so he invested in earplugs. Her father looked just as relieved as I was that Ally was finally responding to our voices again.

Dez and Trish came in and Dez once again cried in Ally's arms, this time with her shushing him and kissing his head. They were honestly the perfect brother and sister, I couldn't help but wonder whether Dez was Ally's Elliot replacement. I was oddly okay with that.

Trish bought Ally some pretty clothes and did her nails, telling her about all the models she was forced to work with. She told her about how they were all to stuck up to have normal water and how one only ate green fruits. Ally looked so much better already it was incredible what two days and an IV thread could do.

Four days later the doctors came with the news that Ally was finally allowed to go home and I signed her release photos, as her father had to fly back the day before. She held my hand so tightly as we walked out of the building and I could visibly see her body tighten. "It's okay Ally, you're safe now." I squeeze her hand and lead her over to the car, putting her in before I put our bags in the back. I take one last sigh of relief and then get in the car, starting it and driving us home.

Ally's POV

The journey was quiet and relaxed, but I felt anything but relaxed. I was on edge, my body on full alert for another attack from that bitch. I knew Austin didn't really believe me but I didn't care, I knew that it was her that had hit me. The edges of the memory were fuzzy but I knew that face; that long blond hair, anywhere. It was the face of the person that had almost taken my love away from me, almost.

We pulled up in the underground garage and I shuddered at the memories that racked my brain all at once. The feeling of cold concrete underneath me, the feeling of not being able to move or scream, the suffering of pain and trickle of blood running down my face. It had been the single worst experience of my life.

I looked down at the dried puddle of blood that had yet to be hosed down and shuddered at the memory of the paralyse that had been brought over me by my bodies own defence system. Right next to the tire tracks was a small piece of white paper that appeared to maybe be rubbish that Austin had perhaps dropped in his haste to get me safe. I decided to pick It up anyways, just incase it was something important. I unravelled the crumpled paper and I could feel the colour drain from my face.

I told you so.

"What's that baby?" Austin came round to my side with the bags and saw the look on my face. I hand him the paper without saying a word and see as his face falls in what must have been the same way mine had fallen. "It was Molly." He muttered under his breath, unfolding the paper one last bit and turning it around to me, revealing one letter in cursive script.

-M

Shivers wracked my body and my skin went into high alert, ready to jump at the slightest noise. Austin quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house in record speed, dead bolting the door and shutting all of the curtains in the entire house. He didn't say a word until he was finished and then he turned to me with wild and scared eyes and muttered only one sentence.

"We need to leave."