Austin's POV:

I can't lay here and do nothing. I have to find Ally. I sit up and pain rushes through me and I get really dizzy. "Ugh." I moan.

I lie back down for a few minutes, and then try again. I sit up, still a little dizzy and put my feet on the floor. I stand up, well attempt to and fall over. I grab on to the bed and help myself back up. I'm so weak and my legs are barely functioning.

Get over it Austin. Ally could be in serious trouble.

I fall and get back up multiple times until my legs finally let me stand and stay still. I look around the room. Do I have any clothes? I see something on my chair. I slowly walk up to them. It's the clothes I had on when I came in. I slip the jeans on and I lift up my t-shirt to look at. It's covered in blood.

Poor Ally. She woke up to this. She must have been so scared, like she probably is now. I decide to just put my jacket on, if I wear that shirt, people will notice me for sure. I pace around the room, getting my legs used to everything, and put my shoes on.

I open my room door and poke my head out. No ones in sight. I walk up to the elevator and hope that no ones in it. It finally gets to my floor and opens. Empty.

I put my hood up while walking by the front desk; no one says anything or even notices me. It must be pretty late. Everyone seems to be in zombie mode, kind of like how I feel.

When I get outside I stop. Where do I go? I think for a while.

I need to get a hold of Mr. Dawson. Maybe if I go to Ally's house I can find a cell phone number or something that will help.

Her house isn't far from the hospital but it took me about a half hour to walk there. Walking gets even harder, and my chest feels like it might burst open any minute. This can't be good, not resting again. But I'll do whatever it takes, I'll risk whatever I have to, to save Ally, even if it means losing my own life.

By the time I finally got there I feel like I'm going to pass out. I stop in front of her front door and put my hand against it for support.

You can do it Austin. Breathe, just breathe.

I take a deep breath and go inside. I look through the whole first floor of her house and find nothing. I go upstairs to her room and I see a little piece of paper on her desk with a phone number on it. Maybe she's with her dad. Maybe he decided to have her hide out with him, maybe this is his number. It's a long shot but I call it anyway.

"Hello?" I know the voice. It's Mr. Dawson.

"Mr. Dawson. It's Austin Moon."

"Austin! Is Ally with you? Is she okay?"

"I thought," I pause. "I thought she was with you."

"No! You haven't seen her?" He asks.

"I've been in the hospital. I got an infection from the gunshot wound from your friend! I was in like a COMA for two weeks and no one's seen Ally for a few a days."

"He's not my friend! I can't believe I let this happen. Not my Ally." He starts to cry.

"You're the coward in hiding who was to shellfish to help your own daughter. It's your fault she's missing. I hope you're happy." I hang up.

I throw the phone across the room and kick over her night stand. I start to cry with frustration and because my stomach hurts and so does everything else.

Andrew must have her. He must be using her as a way to lure Lester. Too bad he is too much of an idiot to care! Where would Andrew take her?

And then it hits me.

So, how ya liking the story?(; still loving your reviews. Like i always say (: So, it hits him. Where do you think he thinks Andrew took her? GUESS GUESS GUESS (;