A/N: Update! Yay! Thanks for being patient everybody :) I literally typed this up in an hour and just typed whatever came to mind. This chapter wasn't preplanned haha but I think it turned out pretty good.
Disclaimer: don't own A&A but own all other characters not associated with it.
Ally POV
"What the hell?" I shrieked before hurrying over to the door. The wood around the handle was chipped away. "Oh my god."
I went to the living room and grabbed the phone on instinct, dialling Austin's cell. He picked up on the fourth ring. "No, sorry, I don't have your pizza," he said groggily.
"Austin, wake up!"
"Ally?" he said. "What's wrong? It's-" he paused. "3:30 in the morning here. Is that Maci screaming in the background?"
"We got broken into sometime last night," I told him. "Yes, she's cold and scared."
"What?" he yelled, now fully awake. I could hear Trish and Dez waking up in the background. "Ally, what happened?"
"I don't know!" I said, tears threatening. "Pancakes started barking and I came downstairs to find the front door wide open with the handle pried apart. The house is freezing, and the person cut the wires in the fuse box so there's no power. There's a lamp smashed, too, but I didn't notice anything missing. I'm scared, Austin."
"I'm coming home."
"No, Austin, don't, I'm going to call 911-"
"I don't really give a damn about 911; you're there alone with our daughter. I'm coming home tonight. Dez, Trish, get up, we're flying to back to Miami. Trish, book us plane tickets now!"
"What's going on?" Trish said in the background.
"Don't cry, babe, I'll be there in two hours," Austin said softly to me. I could hear clothes rustling in the background along with Trish hurriedly talking to the airlines. "I'll see you in a bit, I love you so much, stay safe, Als."
"Love you, too. Bye." I hung up and grabbed Maci before running to the living room to grab blankets for Maci. When I went through the doorway, I felt a searing pain rip through my arm.
"What the hell?" I exclaimed, turning around. Apparently, there was another broken lamp, although this one was standing up still, so there were shards of it still in place. The top of my arm had ripped across it and there was a long gash down the top part of my arm that was bleeding heavily.
"Damn it," I said as I dripped blood onto the floor. I set Maci down and grabbed a tea towel, pressing it against the gash. It soaked through almost immediately, so I grabbed a few towels and used my teeth to tie a thick bandage around the gash. My arm was soaked red. There wasn't really a whole lot I could do about it now. It was obvious I was going to need stitches.
I still grabbed a few of the bigger blankets to wrap around Maci to keep her warm. When I picked her up again, I ignored the pain that shot through my arm and tried to keep most of her weight on my right arm.
Whoever tried to break in- well, tried, not really. They kinda succeeded- to the house, could very well still be in there. Pancakes started growling, her haunches rising in the air.
"Come on, girl," I whispered as we made our way down the hall. I grabbed a baseball bat from the hallway. Don't judge, Austin loved baseball. It's also for cases like these. Sorry not sorry.
"Hello?" I called into the dark house. "If you're in here, come out. I've got a very angry dog ready to rip you to pieces!"
No response. It took me an hour to clear the whole house thoroughly because I did it more than once, being the paranoid person that I am, but no one was in there, thank god. I had noticed in the laundry room that the fuse box contained cut wires, hence the reason the power was out in the house. Pancakes was still growling, but she was probably just spooked.
"There's no one in here, girl, you must have scared them off," I said shakily back in the living room. "Maci, sit with Pancakes. Pancakes, watch her," I ordered as I set my daughter down. She immediately started crying for me. I dialled 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" the dispatcher said.
"My house was broken into, but I have no idea what time." I looked at Maci. "Honey, I'm right here."
"Ma'am, are you sure it was broken into?"
"Yes, the door handle was pried apart and the door was wide open when I came downstairs."
"Are you alone?"
"My boyfriend is away for work but he's on his way home now, it's just me and our one year old daughter, and our dog."
"I need your name and address, ma'am," the lady said.
"Allyson Dawson; I'm at 6 Fairwood Street in upper Miami, the big mansion up on the hill. Please hurry! I'm bleeding heavily from a cut."
"We're sending personnel. Stay at your home, and don't go anywhere. Don't call anyone else in case you're tracked. Keep your daughter in sight. Apply pressure to your cut. You may hang up now, Miss Dawson."
"Thank you." I hung up the phone. I tried to warm Maci up and sat down at the kitchen table with Pancakes at my side. Maci was starting to fall asleep again, so I slowly rocked her, trying to keep myself and her calm. I could feel the blood draining from my body, and the makeshift bandage was turning red on top. I didn't have anything else to use, so I pressed my arm against the wall to apply pressure.
Never in my life would I have thought our house would get broken into. Especially when Austin was gone.
A long while later, there were a couple of knocks at the door. I glanced out the window to see a couple of police cars outside with officers getting out, along with an ambulance.
I went into the hallway and wrenched the door open to see two police officers standing there. "Allyson Dawson?"
"That's me, come in," I said, ushering them inside.
"Did you notice anything missing?" the female cop asked me as her partner walked throughout the house.
I shook my head. "Not that I could see. They cut the main power line in the laundry room though, and the lamp is smashed. I think my dog must have scared them off before they could take anything."
"You say your husband is away at work?"
"Uh, boyfriend, " I corrected. "But yeah, he's on tour right now. He's on his way home right now."
"Tour?"
"He's a singer."
She nodded, writing on her notebook. "Was there anyone who knew your boyfriend was going to be away besides you?"
"Our friends and family but none of them would dare break in." I paused. "Although tons of people would have known about the tour, seeing his concerts on TV and all of the advertisements."
The female cop's partner came into the room. "There's no one here anymore, but the main power line is cut."
"I checked the whole house already," I told him.
"That wasn't a very smart thing to do, Miss Dawson," he said sternly.
"I've got a one year old child in my arms right now and I'm home alone," I told him. "I wanted to make sure there was no one here to keep her safe. I'm not going to sit around while a potential killer could be in my basement."
"Was there anybody who didn't get along well with your boyfriend? Or you?" the female cop said.
"Not me," I told her. "But my brother and Austin didn't get along at first."
"Brother?"
"Well, he's my half-brother. We only found out about it yesterday. Austin was threatened by him at first, thinking I would leave him for Jesse."
"Jesse is your brother?"
"Yes. But they get along fine now. Jesse is a good guy; he would never do something like this."
"You didn't see the person that broke in?"
I shook my head. "No. He or she was gone before I came downstairs. Like I said, my dog probably scared them off."
"What's that cut from?"
"A broken lamp in the second hallway. It's bleeding heavily."
"We'll send out a search party, see if we can find potential suspects. In the meantime, we'll have the team search your house again and see if we can get any fingerprints. We'll also get them to search the yard. Let's get that injury tended to. Miss Dawson?"
I nodded, slowly, as if I didn't exactly know where I was. I could hear a bunch of voices.
"Miss Dawson? Can you hear me?"
"Do you know where you are?"
"Grab the baby!"
"Somebody restrain that dog!"
Sirens blared. Voices shouted.
"Go, go, go!"
"Somebody help my girlfriend! Ally!"
A/N: Uh oh, spaghettio. Oh, that was bad lol so sorry for that :p Review! :D
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