Thank you for not murdering me with a stick.
That is all.
Chapter nine:
"Move! Move! MOVE!" Yelled the hurried boy, pushing his way past the police.
They turned in question to why this frantic brunette had the nerve to push aside police officers, but they let it slide as they watched him go to the hysteric girl they were trying to interrogate.
"Ma'am could you just tell us what happened?" One of the officers pressed.
Mitchell snapped his head and scowled at him for his impatience. He stood up; he was a good foot taller than him.
"Can't you see she is hysterical right now? Give her a moment!"
The officer raised an eyebrow. "Sir, she called us and reported a robbery."
"Well she called me too." The turquoise eye boy retorted.
He sighed heavily. "Well, would you like to ask her what happened? Cause we can't hang around here all night."
Mitchell rolled his eyes, and bent back down to Ally. "What's going on Ally D?" He asked softly.
She sniffed. "My apartment was broken into while I was at work. They took my savings!"
His eyes widened. "That's terrible! Do you know who it could have been?"
She shook her head madly. "I have no idea."
"Well ma'am. We'll keep an eye out, and call you if we find anything." The officer huffed before turning away to exit the building.
Mitchell's jaw dropped. He stood up and marched after them, and stopped them abruptly.
"Whoa there, that's it? You're going to keep an eye out?" He mocked.
He held up his hands. "Now sir, you have to understand, we get dozens of calls of robbery's from this part of town. We can't find them all."
He scoffed, as they walked around him and left in their cars. "New York's finest ladies and gentleman…" He mumbled irritably under his breath.
Ally was exactly where he left her when he returned. She was playing with her silver fingernails in her lap. Her brown eyes were red and puffy.
When she heard him step in she looked up. "What did they say?" She asked hopefully.
He shrugged. "I'm sorry Alls, but they're going to be no help."
Her shoulders slumped. He slid down the wall across from her and sat down.
"Mitch what am I going to do? I'm back at square one, I don't have a job anymore, and by the time I would have the money again, I'd be in my third trimester and won't be able to fly." She sniffed.
"I'm sure Jared would give you your job back…" He pointed.
She shook her head. "No he told me that he had already hired someone else when he thought I was leaving."
He hesitated for second. Not sure if he should offer again.
"…I could buy your ticket for you." He said slowly.
"No." She immediately objected.
Mitchell sat straight up. "Why not? You know you want to have your babies at home! Just let me help you!"
"No Mitchell!" She protested sending him a stern glare.
He flinched a little, not recognizing her tone of voice.
She sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry." She said, her voice sounding hoarse and quiet. "You're right it's just that you've already helped me so much… and I have to earn my way back home. Having you pay for my ticket…it's just too much for me…I don't think I could take it."
He looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Please just think about it?"
"Mitch…" She started slowly. "I'm not going to change my mind."
The two of them sat in an empty silence for a few moments more. Mitchell peered up at her. She was biting her lip harshly, as if trying to keep the tears from flowing.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Her brown eyes met his blue ones. "I have to stay."
He gawked at her. "Wait Ally, you don't know maybe you'll get the money in time…"
"No I won't. Mitchell I'm 5 months pregnant, no one will want to hire me, I should be going on maternity leave soon." She laughed half-heartedly and then sighed. "And even if I do get a job there's nothing telling me it will pay as much as my last, so how will I be able to get 500$ in less than two months?"
They fell silent. Mitchell stared at the ground. If only she wasn't so stubborn, then she would be flying home to have her twins like she wanted.
"Your decision doesn't have anything to do with the whole Austin and Naomi thing does it?" He questioned, regretting it quickly after.
Her stare darkened. She stood up suddenly. "No! Why would you say that? You think I won't take your stupid money cause of Austin and Naomi?"
He stood up and tried to reassure her but she wouldn't hear it.
"You think I'd pick to raise my babies in this hellhole than to face him? Do you really think that low of me Mitch?" She snapped.
He opened his mouth to speak but she beat him to it.
"You know what I don't need you, I think you need to leave." She said coldly.
She opened her door, not looking him in the eye.
"But-" He tried to apologize but she cut him off.
"Go!" She yelled, fresh salty tears running down her face.
He didn't say anything after that. As much as he wanted to tell her that wasn't what he meant he decided it would be best to let her cool off. He knew she was on edge cause of everything happening. So he reluctantly followed her orders and left. Not knowing when she would speak to him again.
"Austin!" Yelled the short Latina who was booking it to his table at Mini's.
He looked up from his drink. "What?"
She came up to his table panting, and out of breath. She had just did something and she wanted to tell him right away. She was just having trouble catching her breath first.
"I…I got your…" She breathed, sucking in sharply.
The impatiently blonde egged her on. "Come on what? Spit it out!"
She held up a finger and took a couple extra seconds to steady her breathing.
"I got your tour schedule!" She said finally.
He jumped up in his chair excitedly. "No way! Let me see it!"
She pulled out a packet and handed it over. He read out loud the dates and locations in order.
"So the first one is in Orlando, then Atlanta, Texas, Denver, California…" He continued to read out the dates, none of them caught his attention till he read the last one on the last page.
"Albany, New York?!" He said in shock. He looked up at Trish. "How did you get that past Jimmy?"
She grinned smugly. "Well it wasn't on the original schedule, but we were one location short, and New York was the only place available. Let's just say he wasn't too happy about it."
Austin's grin was about as wide as a child's on Christmas morning. "I get to see Ally!"
She nodded. "I know! I can't believe it! But since the Albany concert is the last stop, it's not until another 5 or 6 months."
His grin faltered but not by much. "I don't even care! As long as I get to see her!"
The curly haired girl pressed her lips together. "You know Jimmy is going to be watching you like a hawk while were there. It may be a little difficult to sneak away to see her. Plus it's about half and hour from MUNY. So that might be a problem."
He shook his head. "I'll figure something out. There is no way I am passing up a chance to see her."
"Don't you think she'll be upset about the whole Naomi thing?" She brought up.
He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "Maybe she doesn't know about it."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I'm going to let you figure the rest out. Running over here to tell you was enough work."
He chuckled at her usual behavior, before taking another sip of his drink. He couldn't seem to wipe the smile off his face. Sure he had to wait another 5 to 6 months, that doesn't mean he wouldn't wait everyday until he could finally see her again. He was just hoping she wouldn't be too busy with her record deal to see him.
He got up and threw away his trash. Everything was almost working out the way it should be.
Ally had spent the whole next day fixing up her trashed apartment, which was very tiring thing to do for a pregnant woman. When she finished straightening everything out she cleaned it up. She dusted and vacuumed; she also sewed all of her blankets and pillows back together, which were rudely ripped apart by the robbers.
She was cleaning frantically of course cause she was trying not to freak out. She regretted blowing up on Mitchell and kicking him out. She also was fretting about having to have her babies in an unsafe environment like this.
She decided she still needed to make some money, she had nothing that was baby essential and she didn't want her twins to be sleeping in boxes. So she grabbed an old guitar that she brought from home, but rarely played, and headed out the door, deciding to walk to a park near by.
She sat on the curb and played with a small cup set in front of her. No one seemed to give her a second glance. So she decided to play a new song she had written.
She strummed carefully; regarding that guitar wasn't her first played instrument. It didn't come as naturally to her as playing piano did. But she was still good.
"I can understand how when the edges are rough," She sang like silk. "And they cut you like the tiny slivers of glass."
"And you feel too much. And you don't know how long you're gonna last."
A small crowd began to form around her. She was so deep in her music, she didn't notice a guy pull out his phone and start recording her.
"But everyone you know, is trying to smooth it over. Find a way to make the hurt go away."
But everyone you know, is tryin'a smooth it over, like you're trying to scream underwater."
But, I won't let you make the great escape, I'm never gonna watch you checkin out of this place. I'm not gonna lose you, Cause the passion and pain, Are gonna keep you alive someday. Gonna keep you alive someday."
I feel like I could wave my fist in front of your face, and you wouldn't flinch or even feel a thing. And you retreat to your silent corner, like you decided the fight was over for ya."
The crowd was bigger now. But Ally had hardly noticed. A small girl was standing near the front, holding onto her mother's hand. She was smiling widely at Ally, enjoying the sound of her voice.
Everyone you know, is tryin'a smooth it over, Find a way to make the hurt go away,"
Everyone you know, is tryin'a smooth it over, everyone needs a floor they can fall through. I won't let you make the great escape, I'm never gonna watch you checkin outta this place. I'm not gonna lose you, Cause the passion and pain, Are gonna keep you alive someday."
"They're gonna keep you alive someday."
"Oh, Terrified of the dark, but not if you go with me. And I don't need a pill to make me numb. And I wrote the book on runnin', but that chapter of my life will soon be done."
I'm the king of the great escape. You're not gonna watch me checkin outta this place.
You're not gonna lose me, cause the passion and pain, are gonna keep us alive, someday. Yeah the passion and the pain, are gonna keep us alive someday, someday."
As her strumming came to a stop, she opened her eyes, and was surprised at the audience she had attracted. She grinned at the happy little girl clapping madly for her in the front. She watched as some of the people made their way to the front and placed some money in her cup. The little girl pulled on her mother's hand and whispered something in her ear. The mother grinned and nodded before pulling out a five-dollar bill and handing it to the girl. She shyly walked over to Ally.
"Um, I tought you were wrewry good." She said timidly. "I wan you to have dis." She held out the money in front of her.
Ally smiled genuinely. "Thank you sweetie." She replied, politely taking the money. "It means a lot."
The little girl gave her a toothy grin. Her pigtails bobbed as she bounced back to her mother, talking to her excitedly.
Ally chuckled to herself before getting up and collecting her tips. She would have played longer, but she noticed that it was getting darker so she decided it was best to start heading back.
As she came up to her door, her breath hitched, as she saw it was ajar again. Who would break in again? She instantly thought.
She hesitantly opened the door and peaked in, not sure of what she was going to find.
Nothing had changed. So she figured she must have not shut the door all the way when she left. She started to put her guitar down when she spotted something by a wall that wasn't there before.
It was two cribs. Ally slowly walked over to them to inspect the strange surprise. They were both really nice and almost looked new. They were made out of a dark wood and already had bedspreads in them. One of them had light blue sheets, and a small blue pillow with an 'A' on the front; while the other one had light pink sheets with the same small pillow with the 'A' but it was pink. She admired them for a second more before she noticed a note taped to the side of one.
She flipped it open and read.
"I am so sorry about earlier. I didn't mean anything bad and I hope you can forgive me.
I knew you would need somewhere for Aiden and Aliya to sleep once you've had them so consider these a little early baby shower gift. I hope you like them. Don't worry they didn't cost much. Give me a call.
Xx Mitchell"
Ally smiled as she read the note. She hugged it close to her chest, feeling warm and tingly inside. She instantly picked up her phone to call Mitchell, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"It's me. Can I come in?" Called Mitchell.
She rushed over to the door and swung it open, tackling him almost off his feet.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you! I love the cribs! They're perfect!" She gushed into his shoulder.
He smiled gratefully and hugged her close. "You didn't have to apologize. I'm the one who's sorry. And I knew you'd love them."
She pulled away when she realized something. "In the letter you told me to call you. Why did you come over?"
He licked his lips as he reached and pulled out his phone. "Because, I wanted to show you this."
They walked inside and shut the door. Mitchell's phone unlocked and opened a video. They seated themselves on the couch before he hit play.
Ally gasped and her eyes widened when she saw her on the curb from earlier singing her song. She didn't realize someone had recorded her.
"Where did you find this?" She questioned.
"It's all over the internet." He informed her.
"What? What if Austin see's it?" She panicked. She looked down at the video again, sighing in relief because of the angle it was shot at, and the guitar in front of her stomach, you couldn't even see that she was pregnant.
"Never mind, I don't even look pregnant." She sighed.
The brunette boy raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Why is that a good thing? Don't you want him to know?"
She opened her mouth to tell him no but closed it quickly. After thinking about it some more, she sighed. "I don't know."
He shrugged lightly. "Well if you decide you want to you need to figure out how to tell him."
She nodded knowing that she shouldn't go through her entire pregnancy with Austin not having a clue about it. She didn't know how she would tell him though.
Mitchell hanged around for a while longer. They talked about everything, something that seemed to help Ally feel better. For once neither of them mentioned Austin, or the babies, or home. They just had a regular conversation. And it was refreshing.
Mitchell left around midnight. Ally yawned widely feeling super tired. As she lied in her bed, a thought sprung through her head and made her jolt back up.
She knew how to tell Austin.
Ally scrambled around her room, looking through her purses and jean pockets until she found what she was looking for. She then folded it and put it into an envelope and wrote down Austin's address on the back. Putting on a jacket she went outside to the corner where a blue mailbox was sitting. She carefully slipped the envelope in and went back inside, hoping he would get the message.
It was a few weeks later. Mimi Moon strolled down her driveway to retrieve the daily mail. She walked into her kitchen with a pile of envelopes and magazines in her hand, and began sorting them out, throwing away most of the junk mail. She stopped when she found a letter addressed to her son.
"Austin!" She called into the house.
From upstairs in his bedroom, he groaned and paused the game he was playing, getting up to see what his mom wanted downstairs. He came into the kitchen.
"What?" He asked.
He watched as his mother looked up from sipping her morning coffee. "Mmm. There's a letter for you that came in the mail."
He raised an eyebrow. He never gets letters in the mail unless it was around his birthday. In the case they were usually from his grandparents and had a card and a check in them. But it wasn't anywhere near his birthday so he was intrigued.
He picked up the letter from the counter, almost dropping it right after when he saw the handwriting on the front. He knew that neat calligraphy camp experienced handwriting anywhere.
He ran up to his room with the envelope tightly in his grip. He wanted to open it in private.
Austin ran a finger under the fold and tore it open, reaching inside and pulling out a folded piece of paper.
He unfolded it, but to his surprise it wasn't a letter. It was a picture. Well from what he could make out of it. It was black and white. He couldn't really tell what it was until he noticed two peanut shaped blobs on the bottom of the picture. It was an ultrasound.
He ran a hand through his hair. He was confused out of his mind. He wasn't sure whose ultrasound he was looking at until he read the name on the top.
Dawson, Allyson
A/N:
Whoa quick update. But this is more of a filler.
So Austin got Ally's ultrasound but does he really understand why she sent it to him? Hmmm..
I know a lot of you are saying that Ally needs to be happy for a while and trust me she will buuttttt there is one more sad tragic thing that happens that I've been planning that happens before she can be happy .
And it's in the next chapter. So be prepared. Cause trust me, you wont expect it.
The song is The great escape by P!nk (If you guys cant already tell I love P!nk)
Hey do you guys know who X Don't Touch My Book X is?
I swear all we do is yell at each other about the stories were writing and our Auslly feelings in PM. It's quite funny actually.
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-Sydney