Sorry for updating late... I managed to write this chapter yesterday but today I woke up and realized I didnt like it; I'd writing it as a conversation between Dougie and Ally, and well, I'm not going to upload something I dont like, that wouldn't make sense. So I wrote it all over again and here it is! I liked it. It's sad, but whatever...

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Ally's POV

[author-note: remember her past name was Ana Luna]

In The Past

I'd told my father I had to stay at school for some more hours, that I had to do a stupid project with some friends… Yeah, right, as if I had friends! I couldn't allow it, I wouldn't be a good friend if I put my friend in danger, would I? Just being around me was dangerous, so I couldn't have friends, I'd closed my heart completely… But I wasn't at school, I'd lied, I was somewhere else. I looked at the huge wooden door; it was really beautiful. But I didn't care, I was more interesting in what was inside. I took a big breath; was I really going to do this? Was I really going to betray my people? I didn't even want to think what my father was going to think about me… I didn't want to think about his partners, they would go crazy. I knew that if I really did this, I would have to leave home soon, I would have to watch my back even more than I already did.

Are you wondering where I am? I'm standing in front of The British Embassy. Are you wondering why?

My father was one of the most important suppliers of drugs in my country… You know; heroin, cocaine, ecstasy, those horrible things… It's a very dangerous business, but if you do everything properly… And survive… Well, it can make you pretty wealthy. But you can make many enemies too. He worked with suppliers from other countries, like Mexico or United States.
I never took part in this business, but my father trusted me and, as we only had each other, he told me everything about it… Which was dangerous for me, that's why he taught me to fight since I was very young… While kids were learning to read, I was learning karate. What a happy childhood. I became amazingly good, my professor even tried to take me to competitions but I never wanted people to see that part of me, so I never competed. I could never let people see who I was.

I was only 12 when my father decided it was time for me to see how his job worked. I remember always walking by his side, his partners always behind us, they respected him and they also respected me; they knew that some day, if my father was gone, he was going to leave me in charge... I didn't have another choice, you could call it a family-business. We had people who protected us, but I was actually one of my father's best fighters; I was still young and I wasn't too strong, but I was fast and intelligent, that was on my side…

But my luck failed me one day…

I was walking home, it was getting dark; I'd gone running, like I usually did, I could run for a long time… They came from an alley and attacked me, they were too big for me and I was surrounded. That was the night that I got my scar, that was only two months ago… I spend about a month in the hospital… My father was furious, he knew who had done that to his only daughter and he wanted revenge, he wanted to make sure nobody ever dared touching a single hair of my head again.

I could still remember the little boy's face, his tears, his voice trembling with fear and pain. I knew I would never going to forget him or that night, I knew I was never going to forgive my father for that; that was going too far, that wasn't part of his job anymore, that was torturing a 4 years old boy who had nothing to do this, his father should be paying for this, the one who did that to me, but the boy hadn't done anything and he was going to live with it forever.

I opened the door, many people with suits were inside. I knew what I had to do and say; my father had told me about some new businesses, he had been talking to some guys from England and they we were planning to do some serious business. I was going to betray my father and everyone who worked with them, but I needed a way out for this life and they wouldn't let me go, they never let go anybody; if you wanted to be out, then bad things would happen to you. My father would look for me everywhere, drag me back home if it was necessary, I was now too involve. I had two choices; staying with them or dying. I wasn't going to choose any of them, I was smart so I thought of a way out; the police. But the police from my country was extremely corrupted, they wouldn't help me, so I needed serious help; that's when I thought of England, they would be very interesting in the information I had.

I told them everything I knew, everything I'd ever heard. Everything… We talked for about 4 hours and then they let me go home; they told me they would try to work this out as soon as they could, that this wouldn't take long and they promised to keep me safe, but I knew I couldn't count of that.

I told my father what I'd done as soon as I arrived home. You must be thinking I'm extremely stupid, right? Well, I wasn't. I was trying to protect him. He'd done terrible things, but he still was my father; he had done whatever he had to to protect me, he hand't abandoned me like my mother, he had took care of me as much as he could, he had feed me and given me a bed to sleep when it was cold and dark. He was my father. I was hoping he would come with me to the Embassy so they would protect us, he could help them catch the rest of his group and so the police would go easy on him. He wasn't angry at me but he looked sad. He took my hand and did his best to smile.

"I can not do that, Ana" he said.

"But, dad, we could go away, you could find another job, I could have friends" I said.

"Baby, I can't betray my people"

"I have! I did it for you and me!"

"But I'm not you… And I'm not expecting you to be like me… I'm proud you aren't."

"Then what are you going to do? They will find you soon, dad, they will find all of you"

He sighed "I'm sure the police will try to hide you after this… Please promise me you will take care."

I nodded confused. He kissed my forehead and walked towards his room. I felt extremely guilty, my father wasn't going to escape with me so that meant I'd sent him to jail… Who knew how long he was going to be there!

I was about to go to the kitchen when I heard a loud 'bang', a sound I knew perfectly; a gun. I run to my father's bedroom and fell to the floor when I saw him bleeding over his bed. I put my hands over my face, completely horrified. I stood up and ran away from the house. That was the last time I saw him. That was the last time I saw my house. I run to the embassy, crying desperately. There was no point in calling for an ambulance, he was already dead. I hadn't shot him, but somehow I felt like if I had killed him.

Two weeks later, a big part of the group had been caught. I was staying in the house of a guy who worked in the embassy but I'd been informed that I was going be moved to somewhere else, to another city in the country, they said it wasn't safe to keep me in this city anymore and that I could start all over again in another town.

So I moved to Mendoza with a small family. The embassy was keeping an eye on me anyway, from time to time they came to visit me and I had the phone number of one of them; his name was Jackson. He had come from London, he was interesting in the information I'd given them and he had been very supportive.

I thought I may be actually safe here, but I was living like a ghost; I'd been only a month since my father's death and I was officially an orphan... And poor. All the money my father had ever had, was all taken away, I couldnt's keep money that he got by seeling drugs, they police had it. I didn't even pay attention to what was surrounding me; I didn't pay attention to the sunset anymore, or to the mountains that surrounded the city, or to the family who lived with me, or to my hungry stomach. I was a ghost forced to live.

But one day I was walking home from school and I hid behind a big three when I saw two big guys trying to open the door of my new house; I didn't recognized them but they looked like the people who had raised me; criminals. I ran away, I never came back, I ran until I got to the highway. I didn't have time to go back and make sure the family who lived there was safe, I couldn't; they would kill me without hesitation. And I was quite sure the family wasn't home yet. I hoped so.

I called Jackson desperately and ten hours later I was on a plane to London. He had arranged a few things and I could be able to live with him from now on. I was in some kind of 'Witness Protection Program'; they changed my name and gave me new a passport and arranged everything so I could be a "normal" citizen. Jackson offered me to live with him and his family; he said it'd be better for my security, they already knew my story and he said his family would be a good environment for me.

In The Present.

Dougie face was the one I'd feared; he seemed sad but a bit scared.

"So they still can be looking for you, right?" he said.

"Yes" I simply said.

"You are seriously in the Witness Protection Program?"

"No, I was only kidding" I said with an ironic tone.

"That's some serious crap, Ally"

"I didn't realized it" I said, still ironically.

He didn't say anything, he wasn't looking at me not and I didn't want to see his eyes either.

"So…" I said. My heart was beating fast, I was afraid he would be afraid of me "Are you ok?"

"You mean besides you attacked me?"

"I said I was sorry, Dougie! You scared me, it wasn't my fault. Those girls made weird faces and I thought it was a real thief that was going to attack me"

"Yes, maybe I shouldn't have even gone to your house"

"Oh, no, please, don't say that, Dougie. You know me, you know I'm not evil. I am not like them, haven't you heard what I've told you?"

"But you had to watch that boy nearly die to be able to see what they were doing want right!"

"I knew it wasn't right, I'm not stupid, but I was 16 and I was on my own, what did you expect me to do!?"

He didn't answer.

"Just…" I was feeling angry, tired and scared "Just tell me your feelings for me haven't change"

He looked up at me "They haven't… But now I feel like I don't know you"

"You do. Who you see is who I am. I escaped from that life because it wasn't the one I wanted. I want you, Doug… Please…"

"Maybe… Maybe you should go, Ally. Leave me alone for a while, alright?"

I nodded, but I felt as if he was throwing me out of the room.

I walked out the door; I didn't feel like Ally anymore, the pretty girl with friends, I felt more like Ana, the lonely girl with a broken heart.