Well, I made it, I wrote another chapter, BUT AGAIN I havent's finished my homework so I dont know if I'll be able to write a chapter for tomorrow, my aunt is coming to visit, that makes things even more complicated! Family reunions are soo boring!

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Dougie's POV

I decided I couldnt wait anymore; after all, loving Ally would make everythins easier, I could forget Frankie faster and that was exactly what I wanted. So it was time to show her how much I really cared about her, about us, and so I didnt it, I lend forward, caressed the back of her neck and then kissed her. It felt so amazing when we kissed.

But she stopped me...

I looked at her confused and many questions ran through my mind; did she dislike the kiss? Did she regret kissing me? Did she have feeling for somebody else? Was the smell of Tom's food really that bad? Did she though I was a bad kisser? I tried to talk but she put her hand over my mouth; she looked scared and aggressive, as if she was ready to fight. She was looking all around the place and then looked at the ceiling. Ally put a finger over her mouth to tell me to stay silence, then grabbed my hand and leaded me to a closet. She closed the door behind us and turned on a light.

"Well, this is sexy…" I said, maybe she liked these kinds of things.

"Dougie, listen to me carefully, I wont repeat anything, alright?" she said quickly and not sweetly at all.

"Alright" I said, I was feeling extremely confused and I was sure she was about to explain her weird behavior.

"There's someone in the house" she said.

"What?" I said kind of scared now; someone else in the house? What if they hurt Ally? What if they killed her!? What if they killed us both!?

"Don't interrupt, please" she said, she was nervous and impatient "Someone's broken in"

"How?"

"A window upstairs"

"How do you know?"

"I'm extremely good at listening"

"Do you think is them?" I knew she knew what I meant; I was suddenly really afraid for us, I was afraid that the people who was haunting Ally, the people who had made her that scar or whoever thought of her as their enemies, was right now in this house.

"No, it's not them, they are probably novices [author-note: is that word correct?] because the ones who are haunting me would never make any noise, we'd have no warning"

I felt a little bit relief, but I was still worried.

"Ally, your sister is upstairs" I said.

Her face immediately changed; it wasn't confident and aggressive anymore, but worried and horrified, and her breathing sped up.

"I have to go get her, Dougie, now"

"No, are you crazy!? Let's call the police"

"They take ages to arrive. Call the embassy, they know me, they'll come sooner"

"Oh, yes, I forgot they were my best-fiends, I have their number for sure... I dont know the embassy's number, Ally!"

"Dougie, I can handle this, let me go"

"Are you out of your mind? You don't even know how many they are"

"She's my baby-sister, I have to! I'll be fine"

She opened the door before I could something else and closed it. I hesitated; I should go with her and protect her from whoever was in the house, but I wasn't a good fighter and I had to admit I was scared. I bitted my lip and tried to hear anything, but I could hear nothing at all. I took a big breath and walked outside.

Ally's POV

I swore to myself never to go through this again, never to have to fight for my life, to live peacefully and as normal as anyone else, but here I was again; instead of being scared for my life and hide anywhere, I had decided to fight them, as I had been taught. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a big knife, like the ones that are used to cut meat; yeah, like in a scary movie, but this was part of me anyway, part of my dark side, I'd done this before, believe it or not, and Ihad to protect my sister....

I could feel them upstairs, they were closing and opening doors slowly, but I didn't hear things breaking, I had no idea why they were here, maybe they were looking for money, but, whatever they were doing, I wasn't going to let them take or hurt my sister; I was suppose to take care of her, to protect her today, nothing was going to happen to her as long as I was here.

I took off my shoes and walked on my tiptoes to the stairs. I wasn't feeling nervous, I was just trying to figure out how many of them were in the house, I knew what I had to do and I wouldn't hesitate; law was on my side anyway. I was almost in the top of the stairs, I could hear whispers and quiet giggles, also something like water falling in the floor. That really confused me; what the hell where they doing?

"Julie, don't you think they'll catch us?" I heard a girly voice say. Anger exploded inside me; I knew that voice, it was Kate's voice.

I stood up in the middle of the hallway, still holding tightly the scary knife and I looked at them with aggressive eyes, staring like this to people had scared them many times before, and it also worked with them; the three girls stopped walking and talking, and looked at me with horrified eyes. They were holding many tins, tins full on paint! I knew they would do something about that had happened in class, but this was going too far, this was too much.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said, my voice trembling with anger.

Neither of them answered, they took some steps backwards and Sophie's tin fell to the floor when I took a step forward.

"What the hell are you doing?" I repeated.

"We were just— We— Please don't kill us" Kate said.

"That sounds like a rather good idea" I said in an ironic tone and made some steps forwards.

The faces of the three girls changed, but they weren't looking at me, they were looking at someone behind me; her eyes were wide opened and her faces weren't shocked. I felt a strong hand grab the wrist of my hand and immediately turned, using the knife to attack whoever was attacking me. I almost felt like dying when I saw Dougie with the knife in his shoulder. He didn't even shout, the pain must have stopped him, it sometimes works that way, but his face showed how much he was suffering.

"No!" Julie shouted "What have you done!?"

"I thought— Your faces seemed scared— I thought you were somebody else!" I said.

Dougie fell to the floor. I run downstairs and called the hospital, Tom and my father.

I'd attacked Dougie, the love of my life, he was never going to forgive me for this, but that wasn't scaring me in that moment, I was paying more attentions to the blood coming out from his shoulder. I removed the knife from his shoulder and put a towel over it. He was looking at me with scared eyes, I felt he was afraid of me.

I'd told the other three girls to leave the house, I'd tell Jackson about this later, he would probably call their parents and work something out with their lawyers; they were underage after all, they couldn't go to jail. They house was full of paint, everything was a disaster, and the floor of the hallway was full of blood. I was starting to loose my mind, I wanted the ambulance, Tom or my father to get home as soon as possible. Two big tears were running down Dougie's cheeks and it broke my heart, I was also dying of fear, he was bleeding quite much.

Then his voice came to me, my father's best friend's voice, and he repeated the last things he ever said to me; 'You can run but your killer-instinct will be always a part of you, we made you that way'

Dougie's POV

Three hours later, Tom entered in my room –well, not my room, the room I had been given in the hospital—and sat next to me in a little chair. He looked relief now, when he had arrived to the house, his fear was obvious. Ally looked scared too, but I was more afraid of her; I could still remember her face, her scary face, full of anger, when she pulled that big knife deep in my shoulder. I hadn't seen her since the ambulance arrived, Tom had come with me to the hospital and I was glad he did; I just didn't want to see Ally right now. I knew she hadn't hurt me on purpose, that would be a really too crazy idea, but what was bothering me was how she hadn't hesitated… Well, I really shouldn't have grabbed her wrist like that in such a complicated situation, I must have scared her, but seeing her eyes like that… It was as if I could feel her dark part, that part of her she had been trying to hide. I didn't like that part at all.

"How are you feeling?" Tom asked.

"I don't feel a thing" I said.

"Doug, there's no need to act like a tough guy"

"No, I'm serious; they give me a lot of medicine for the pain or something like that…"

"Oh, right…" we looked at each other, I knew he was going to ask me what happened.

"I don't want to talk about it, Tom" I said.

"But just tell me; did one of those weird girls I saw coming out of Ally's house do this to you? You have to tell the police"

"No, Tom, it was an accident… Ally did it"

"Ally? Our sweet Ally?"

"Well, she's not as sweet as you think"

"Did you have a fight with her or something?"

"No, Tom, I told you it was an accident!" I sighed "Maybe you should just go"

"Alright…"

He didn't say anything else, he just left the room; he was probably going to talk to Danny and Harry about all this, we would have to cancel every show until my shoulder was healed.

The door opened and Ally came in shyly.

"Hi" she almost whispered.

"I don't feel like talking, Ally" I said.

"Don't try to fool me, I know you are scare of me" she said and sat in the same chair Tom had sat "Dougie, there's no need to be afraid of me, what happened today was an accident… I saw those girls' faces and thought it was someone else, maybe a real thief, you scared me"

"I know, but still… You should have seen your face"

"But it's not who I am, you know that"

"No, Ally, I'm starting to think I don't know who you are. I mean, yes, I love you, I really do, and I've known you for a couple of months now… But I know little about the rest of the 17 years you've been living. So I can not say I really know who you are and you wont tell me, you always give me small answers. I know it's hard for you, but, hey, I'm not having fun here, you know?"

She looked down and sighed.

"Please don't cry… You and your puppy face, you know I cant resist it" I said and looked away.

"What if I told you my story?" she said.

"The whole story?" I looked at her surprised.

"Yes"

"Seriously?"

"Yes… It's time you know who I really am… Well, you I really was. I'll tell you my full story"