Ally's POV:
I had just jumped out the window and all the sudden I hear a thud behind me. It's Austin. He fell out the window, onto his hands and knees.
"Are you okay!" I yell. He nods while I help him up. He looks back into the window.
"Ally we have to go just take my hand and run!" He yells. He starts to run, pulling me with him.
We run behind the hospital and into the woods near the parking lot. We kept running until my chest felt like it was going to explode. I jump over different tree limbs have fallen and I try not to run into anything. I trip but Austin's right there to catch me. He gets me back on my feet and we continue to run. Austin must feel awful; he wasn't supposed to leave the hospital so soon.
Finally Austin says. "We can take a break." It's like he was reading my mind.
He stood there for a second and then put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath; I could tell by his face that he was in so much pain. I look around, making sure Andrew wasn't chasing after us. I didn't see anyone.
"Austin, we can't do this. You need to still be in the hospital. You must feel terrible." I walked over to him and put my hand on his back.
"I'm fine. It's not like we can go back there." He said through deep breaths. He starts to cough.
"No you're not. Austin you just got-"but he stood up straight now, and looked at me with a serious expression.
"Ally, I'll be fine. We need to get away from here. You need to be safe. You're my best friend. All I want to do is protect you."
But what if something worse happens to him? I can't do this.
"Ally." Austin interrupted my thoughts.
"Sorry. Are you sure you're okay?"
He nods. We continued to walk towards the far end of town. We had been walking for a long time now and it's starting to get dark.
"Austin, where are we going?" I asked.
"I don't know." He said. He stopped walking and sat down, leaning against a tree. He zipped his jacket up and rubbed his knee. He looked like he was about to cry.
Austin's POV: For some reason I get more into writing Austin's POV.
Where I got shot was throbbing and so was my head. My left knee hurt from the fall too. I didn't dare tell Ally about how I fell. Andrew being ten feet away from me, shirt covered in blood. The pain was starting to get unbearable. I didn't want Ally to notice. But she did.
"What's wrong?" She asked, sitting down next to me. Her side pressed against mine. I could smell a hint of strawberry, her shampoo.
"It hurts." I admitted, wiping sweat off of my forehead.
"I told you we shouldn't have left. This isn't good." She says, and then she starts to cry.
"Ally, please don't." I say. I put my arm around her and rub her shoulder.
"This is my fault." She choked out.
"No Ally, it's your fathers fault. Leaving you behind and running from his mistakes." I said.
It was almost pitch black out now, and the temperature was dropping. I needed to think. And fast.
"Ally, let's go to your house and hide there."
"But what if Andrew or?" She started to say.
"We'll be safe there; he probably doesn't know you live there." I said.
When we got to the house everything was quite. We checked all of the rooms, just to make sure. But no one was around. We locked every door possible and locked ourselves in Ally's room. She sat down on her bed and I sat on her chair. It was almost midnight now. I was looking out her window when:
"Austin, can you come here?" She asks.
I walk over and sit down on her bed next to her. She gets closer to me and puts her head on my chest and says.
"I'm scared."
"I know, but everything will be okay. Don't worry."
"You make me feel safe Austin." She says.
I smile and run my fingers threw her hair gently.
A few minutes pass and Ally speaks up.
"Austin, can I tell you something?"
"You can tell me anything Ally." I reply.
But I didn't get an answer. She had fallen asleep.
"Ally, I love you." Yeah, something easy to say to her face when she's asleep and can't hear me. I leaned up against her head board and fell asleep too.
Ally's POV:
I woke up in Austin's arms. I turned to him and he was still sleeping. But he looked too still, and really pale. I shook him a little to wake him up but he didn't respond. I did it again. No response.
"Austin?" I said.
Nothing.
"Austin? AUSTIN?" I yelled.
He still didn't respond, not even a twitch.
Then I notice his shirt. It's covered in blood, right where his gunshot wound is.
All I could think is. No. This is not happening.
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