Chapter 6:
Hey everyone. Sorry I know its been like a year or so. I forgot my password and didn't really care to fix that problem. I was going through a lot of depression and I was having a lot of problems with friends. I'm getting better though. I didn't really feel motivated to do anything at this point in my life, and I just kind of gave up on everything. I didn't really think anyone really read or liked my stories. I recently just opened up the file and reread what I had written and I really liked it. So I've decided to try and finish this story for you guys. Sorry again. I wasn't really that far into the story either so I didn't really want to finish it, but now I'm going to. Thanks for reading. I love you all so much, and if you are ever going through depression, it does get better.
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally or anything you may recognize. I only own the plot.
I wake up to the sound of my phone going off from receiving a text. I sit up and grab my phone. I have 5 unread messages and 3 missed calls, all from my dad.
From: Dad
To: Me
Ally I am so sorry. I'm worried about you why haven't you come home?
From: Dad
To: Me
Honey, I'm sorry I know I have a problem.
From: Dad
To: Me
Look I know I say these things every time. I'm sorry.
From: Dad
To: Me
I'm a horrible Father. I don't deserve you as a daughter.
From: Dad
To: Me
Okay, listen. You didn't ruin my marriage, I'm just a drunk asshole and I say horrible things and blame the people I love. That's what went wrong with your mom and I. It was not you. I woke up at 2am with a pounding headache and the horrible memories of what I said to you. I understand if you don't forgive me, I just want to know you're safe, and if you don't feel safe living with me I understand if you don't want to come home. I would like you to know, that I am really going to try to get sober. For real this time. I want to be a dad that you can look up to. Ever since I woke up I've been researching therapy groups that I could go to and stuff like that. There's a group session at 1:00pm today. I signed up to go. I hope I can get better. I Love You, Ally.
"Oh my gosh," I say laying back down in bed. What am I supposed to say after that? Could he really mean it? I guess there is only one way to find out. I open my phone and call my dad. After one ring he picks up.
"Ally? Oh my God, I'm so glad you called." His voice is hoarse, like he's been crying.
"Hi Dad," I say, "I got your messages."
"You don't understand how sorry I am," My Dad says, I can hear sincerity in his voice.
"I don't forgive you yet. Don't get your hopes up. You're going to have to prove to me that you can get better."
"I know. I didn't expect you to call. I would've understood if you didn't."
"I probably won't be coming home for a couple days. I need to know that you're at least trying to get better."
"I understand. Can I at least see you after school? Like for dinner? I would like to try to talk things over a little and explain why I am this way," He says.
"Sure. Meet me in the mall food court at 6."
"Thank you. I love you honey."
"Yeah, see you then," I say. I know that was kind of harsh, but I don't know if I love him. I don't even know if love exists.
"Okay, goodbye."
I hang up my phone and climb out of the king sized bed. I stretch and walk over to my bags. I pull out a red plaid shirt, a black tank top, and ripped skinny jeans. I put on the clothes, leaving the plaid shirt unbuttoned. I quickly lace up my black converse, then pull my hair up into a high ponytail.
On to makeup. I don't put on a lot. I'm okay with the way I look without it, but I do think minimal makeup looks nice, and I do think it's fun to do. I apply foundation, powder, a little bit of blush, winged eyeliner, and of course mascara and head to the bathroom to finish up my morning routine.
Once, I'm done I exit the guest room and head down the stairs. I wander around looking for the kitchen, and bump into Austin.
"Good morning!" He smiles.
"Morning," I reply.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah I think so."
"Wrong!" He shouts, "We haven't had breakfast! Come on!" He grabs my wrist and drags me around to the kitchen.
"What are you in the mood for?" He says turning to look at me.
"Um I don't know. I'll have whatever."
"How about a strawberry banana smoothie?"
"Sounds good."
Austin then opens a couple cabinets pulling out a blender, sugar, bananas and then goes to the fridge to retrieve strawberries and some ice. He dumps the contents into the blender and in seconds we have our smoothies.
"Okay now we can go," He says, and we head to the door. We exit and Austin locks the door behind him.