Hey everyone! This chapter is a little more serious, but there's a major Auslly moment in this one, some feelings seem to be revealed, indirectly of course. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and PLEASE, review and give me feedback! I love it! OH! And the next chapter to my other story (One Hell of a Summer) is almost done, so that should be up very soon, I promise!

I notice I never put this note in my chapters, and realize I should: I do not own Austin & Ally, unfortunately. :/

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Austin's POV

"Dad, please, I need to go," I yelled, trying to get out of his grip.

"Where're you goin'?" He said, grabbing me tighter.

"I'm going to the movies with my friend!" I said, tears starting to come out of my eyes.

"Bring your mother back!" He shouted, pushing me against the table.

"Dad please, I need to leave!" I shouted back at him, and I knew I just made a huge mistake because he was now very close to me with his fists in the air.

"Not before I've had a wack at ya," He said, and I could feel tears pour out of my eyes even more. He punched my stomach and then my chest repeatedly. I could feel it already starting to bruise. The worst happened when he punched me right in my eye. He stumbled a little, and that's when I pushed him away and ran out of the door. I ran over to Ally's house, still crying, and banged on the door. The door opened and Ally answered it.

"Hey, Aus… Oh my god, what happened?" She said, pulling me into the house. She led me to the couch and I was still crying. As we sat down, she started rubbing my back and I just put my face in my hands, trying to hide my eye and the fact that I was crying. "What happened, Austin? Please tell me,"

I wanted to tell her so bad, but I don't know how she'd take it. I couldn't tell her. I think eventually I will, but just not right now.

"Nothing," I said, taking my face out of my hands and looking at her. "You ready to go to the movie?" She looked at me in disbelief and shook her head.

"We can do the movie another time, but right now we're staying right here." She said, taking my face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs over my tears and then gently over my swollen eye. Tears kept falling out of my eyes like a fountain, and she wiped them away again. "Who did this to you?"

"I can't tell you," I said, sobbing.

"Shhhh," She said, pulling me into a hug. "It's okay," She held me tight, and rubbed my back slowly. I know she was trying to sooth me, and it was working. I wrapped my arms around her back, and just kept crying. I couldn't deal with my dad anymore, but right now, here with Ally, I felt like everything was going to be okay.

"I'm sorry that we're not going to the movie, I'm really sorry," I said into her shoulder, and I could feel her shake her head no.

"Don't you dare say you're sorry. We can always go another time, but not today." She said, still rubbing my back.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, breaking the hug and wiping my tears.

"They're out with Emily's parents for the night," She said, rubbing my arm. I could tell she was really worried about me. I've never had someone care for me as much as she was right now. I smiled at her, and she moved closer to me. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"N…No." I hesitated, and the look she gave me told me that she didn't believe me.

"Where else, Austin?" She asked worriedly. I looked at her, swallowing, not knowing whether or not I should show her, because I don't know how bad the bruises were on my chest and stomach. I shook my head and then looked down. She grabbed my face in her hands again, and looked me in the eyes. "Look at me. I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" I trust her, I trust her more than I trust anyone. I've known her a little over a week, and I trust this girl with my entire life. I nodded my head, and then hesitantly pulled the front of my shirt up.

Ally's POV

When Austin lifted up his shirt, my eyes and mouth widened. Not because of how toned he was, not that I noticed or anything, but because of how many bruises there were on him. Some looked new, and some of them looked older.

"Austin, please tell me who did this to you," I said, feeling tears come into my eyes. No one deserves this, especially not someone as nice as Austin. I could tell he wanted to tell me, but he was hesitating. "You can tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone, I just want to help you," I said as he put his shirt back down.

"My dad," He said quietly, tears falling down his cheeks. I couldn't help but get tears in my eyes; this was the saddest thing I've ever heard. I could only imagine how horrible it is to have your own father beat on you.

"Why does he do this to you?" I asked, wiping his tears for the third or fourth time tonight.

"He drinks a lot… because my mother is always away on business… and…" He started, but choked up a little.

"And what?" I said, moving my hand down to his shoulder, rubbing him gently.

"He blames me," He said softly, but his voice was really shaky.

"What!?" I yelled, getting up from the couch and standing in front of him. "It's not your fault, Austin! Don't let him make you think that."

I was so furious. How could he be like that to his own son and make him feel guilty about something he has nothing to do with? How can he call himself a father, treating his own son the way that he does. It's a good thing I've never met him, because if I did, I would give him a piece of my mind.

"I know it's not," He said sadly. I looked at him with sad eyes, and then it clicked, that's why he was crying the other night and wanted to come over.

"Is that why you called me the other night?" I asked, and he looked away. "Is it?"

"Yeah," He said, almost inaudibly.

"Get up," I said, looking down at him. He looked at me confused, and I motioned him to get up, so he did. "Take off your shirt," He looked at me, still confused, but ended up taking his shirt off. I walked around to his back side and saw that he had bruises on his back to.

"Austin!" I said, and now I was extremely upset. "You're hurt on your back, too."

"I know," He said, and then he started crying. I walked up in front of him and I didn't know what to do, other than to hug him. So, that's what I did. I pulled him into a hug, holding him so close to me, trying to be careful of all the bruises on him. His body is very toned, I could feel his abs pressed up against my front, and his toned back under my hands. His arms wrapped tighter around me, and it was obvious he just needed a friend, someone that would help him through this, and that's me. I'm going to do anything he needs me to do for him, no matter what the situation is.

We pulled away from the hug at the same time, and we were looking each other in the eyes. His eyes were all red and puffy from all the crying, and even though he was sad, he still managed to smile. I smiled back at him, but it dropped as soon as I looked at his bruises.

"What can I do to make it better?" I asked, looking at his bruises then back in his eyes. Before he could answer, I put my hand over one of his bruises on his chest, and rubbed him slowly and gently. I put my other hand over one of the bruises that was placed on his abs, and rubbed him there, too. I hate to admit it at a time like this, but I loved the feeling of his body. I don't even care what I tell myself and everyone else, I do find Austin very attractive, and there's no denying he finds me attractive, too, because now his hands were wrapped around me and placed on the small of my back. But, still, I could never see us being anything more than friends.

I stopped rubbing him, and looked up at him. His hands were still placed on the small of my back, and I was now unconsciously biting my lip.

"You know what could make it better?" He whispered against my ear through my hair.

"Mm?" I said softly, listening to him breathe as his mouth was still against my ear.

"When I was younger…" He whispered, hot breath going into my ear. I felt chills. "My mom used to always kiss where I got hurt, and it magically got better… or so I thought back then…" He was still whispering, and his arms were still wrapped around me. "Maybe it would work now." I started breathing heavy, really damn heavy.

"You think so?" I whispered back, as his mouth moved away from my ear and he was now facing me, nodding his head. "Alright," I said.

I looked at his body, and bit my lip. I couldn't help it, it was just sort of habit I guess. I placed a kiss on his upper right chest area, and then trailed my kisses across his chest to the other side where there was another bruise. I then made my way down and kissed every single bruise he had over his abs, and I won't lie, I kissed each of those bruises twice. I moved around to his back, forcing him to let go of me, and he didn't seem so please with that, I may add. I placed a kiss over every single mark on his back, and then moved to his front again. He pointed at his eye, which indeed was bruised around it, and I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly over the black and blue that was still forming around his eye. I pulled away slowly and looked him in the eyes. Why was I so attracted to him? It wasn't even his looks that I was attracted to; it was just the way he is with me that I was really attracted to. His looks were just a bonus, which made me even more attracted to him. But, I couldn't think like that, because we are only friends, and I'm happy at the state we're in right now.

"All better?" I asked softly, running my hand over his cheek gently. He shook his head, and I frowned.

"You missed a spot," He said, biting his lip at me.

"Yeah?" I said quietly, almost in a whisper. "And where's that?" He pointed to his lips; the lips that he was still biting, and now I was biting my lip. I moved in closer, and he moved in closer. I looked at his lips before our faces moved in closer, and just as our lips were about to brush, I pulled away a little. "Your lips look fine to me, handsome." I whispered, and he sighed.

I wanted to kiss him, I really did, but at the same time, I didn't. It's hard to explain. To be honest, I can't even explain it to myself without getting confused.