Chapter Eight
Ally's POV
We were laying in his bed, underneath the dark clouds that were above. Other than us talking the only other noise was music playing from his laptop. Normally I would concentrate on the music and wonder if I knew the lyrics. But I was staring at him. He had his eyes closed laying on his back. I was on my side. And was playing with his hair, it was soft.
We had gone quiet.
"Are you sleeping?" I whispered.
"No," But his eyes were still closed.
"Good," I laid my head on his shoulder. I began wondering about something. "Why did you and your family move here?"
He didn't say anything.
"Austin,"
His face scrunched up. "Something happened,"
I got interested. "What happened?"
His eyes opened. "Ally, I don't-"
"Please tell me, Austin."
"Ally, it's complicated." His voice sounded pained.
"I want to know."
He was quiet for a few seconds then said. "I was almost charged with murder."
I stopped breathing.
Almost charged with murder?
I look at him. How could a sweet, gentle boy like himself murder someone? It seems uncanny.
"It was December 28, I was found standing over a man with a knife in my hands. The police arrested me. Took me into custody, questioned me for hours. I kept repeating 'I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it.' But no matter how many times in came out of my mouth. They didn't believe me. But after days of searching they couldn't find any evidence that put me with the murder. So they let me go.
"But it didn't stop the looks, the glares, the comments that people threw at me. They'd call me a monster. Wondering, how could I get away with something like that? At school I'd find notes in my locker or on my locker that had 'psycho' and 'murder' on them. I couldn't take it."
I stared at his face while he explained. His face getting more and more lifeless and sad, his voice was shaking. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull myself closer to him. My head on his chest, he turned on his side and put his arms around me. Making me come closer to him.
"It was probably around a month or so of the constant harassing, I was sitting in my room. A bunch of people at school, the popular people, were out on my lawn screaming and shouting things. I wanted it all to end. So I stand up and walk to the kitchen. My heart was racing, tears in my eyes. I wasn't sure what I was doing exactly. I passed through the kitchen into the basement; I found a long piece of rope. I walked up to the attic, grabbing a chair. I stand on the chair and make sure the rope the tight and that the knot wouldn't give out. I put my head through the noose. I was ready to die. But I stood there for a second with the noose around my neck, thinking. What would happen to my mom and dad's lives? What would this do to them? I decided to bail. But before I could get the noose from my neck, the chair…" He stopped talking, his voice cracking.
I felt his arms tighten around me, not wanting to let me go. He was hurting me a little. But he needed me, he wanted to know I was there. So I didn't protest.
He continued. "The chair was old and not in the shape for standing on. Before I could move the right leg of it broke. Making me fall and the rope tighten around my neck. I tried everything to lift myself up and not die. But nothing worked. I thought this what I deserve anyway. I deserve to die. I shouldn't have even thought of killing myself. I was about to black out but my dad walked in probably coming into get something. But he saw me. He reacted so quickly. I don't know how but he cut the rope. I fell to the ground. Breathing hard. Loving that I could still breath." (A/N: Okay the way Austin tries to kill himself, I didn't come up with that on my own. I am giving credit to Elvis and Annabell…it's a movie with Blake Lively.)
I stare at Austin's chest. He was breathing slowly. He lets go of me and takes a hold of my face. He makes me look at him.
His face had tears raining down it. "But Ally you have to believe me. I did not kill that man. The knife was already in his body; I just took it out and stood there like an idiot." He looks at me for a second. I don't say anything. I was wondering; what if he is lying and he really killed that man? Would he kill me? I close my eyes for a second, I feel ashamed for even thinking that. "I don't want to lose you, please believe me."
I open my eyes. "You can't lose me, Austin."
I kissed his nose and leaned away.
He smiles and chuckles. "You're weird."
I smile. "And you're creepy."
He soon falls asleep.
But I lay there admiring him. Falling more in love with him.
I'm sorry this is so short. But I was rereading and I typed about something happening and Austin moved because of a reason.
So I made this reason.
I hope you liked it. I swear next chapter will be longer and better.
Please review...please and thank you.