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ALLY'S POV

Maybe this guy was just a weirdo who stares at people. And it was just a coincidence that we were in the same places all day. That's ridiculous. This guy was focused on me, and there was no denying it. Most of his face was covered behind the menu now, but I knew it was him. I decided it was a good time to mention it to Trish.

"Trish." I whispered, trying to get her attention quietly.

"What? Why are you whispering?" She asked loudly.

"Trish!" I whisper-yelled. "Shh! I gotta tell you something that certain people don't need to hear."

"Oh, why? We don't even know anyone in here." She whispered.

"Just listen. The guy sitting a couple booths down in the black T-shirt has been following us around all day. He's staring at me, and he looks creepy." I explained.

She started to turn around to look. "Trish! Don't look now! It'll be too obvious!" I whisper-yelled again.

"Oh, sorry. Are you sure he's been following us? What are the odds?" She asked, turning back around.

"Just trust me Trish. That guy is bad news and I know it. We need to leave." I ordered, trusting my gut instinct.

"But I'm hungry!" She whined.

"We can eat at the hotel. Come on. This will prove that he's following us." I said, getting out of the booth. She followed closely behind me and we got in her car. We sat in the car for just a minute and then the guy walked out of the restaurant, subtly sneaking a glance at us.

"See?! I told you he was following us!" I said in a high pitch voice.

"What do we do?!" She squealed in a nervous tone.

"Right now? Drive away." I suggested.

She wasted no time backing out and speeding away towards the hotel. The mystery guy was left standing in the parking lot, watching us drive away. We arrived back at the hotel in under two minutes and walked back up to the room. Trish was openly freaking out, while I was keeping it under control. I was freaking out too, but I have had more experience with keeping my feelings inside.

"Oh my god!" She shrieked. "Ally! There's a crazy maniac guy following us around! What do we do?!"

"Trish, calm down. Freakouts and screaming are not going to help us right now. We need to get a hold of ourselves." I explained, trying to bring peace into the matter.

"Whew. Okay, I get it. Calm." She said inhaling and exhaling deep breaths.

"Good. Now just relax. Maybe we're over thinking this whole thing." I said, trying to calm myself down more than her. Then I heard a knock at the door.

"Hang on, it's probably my mom. I'll get it." Trish said, getting up to answer the door. She looked through the little peephole before opening the door, then jumped back.

"What?!" I said, confused at her action.

"It's him! Ally it's him! The one from the restaurant! He's right there in front of our door! What do we do?! What do we DO?!" She whisper-yelled.

My heart started beating faster. Nerves had momentarily paralyzed my body. I knew this guy was trouble from the moment we locked eyes in the water park. Maybe if I looked through the peephole myself, I could see who he really is. It took every nerve in my body to walk up to that door. I looked through and studied his face and features carefully. He stood staring at the door handle, not moving a bit. I definitely recognized this guy, but I couldn't put my finger on exactly who it was.

"Trish, I know this guy." I said to her quietly.

"Well who the heck is he, and why is he following us around?" She asked, pacing the room frantically.

"I don't know. I don't know exactly who it is, but I've definitely seen him before." I told her.

"Should we open the door and try to reason with him?" She asked.

"No! What if he has a weapon?!" I flipped out. I immediately smacked my hand over my mouth. I yelled that out loud and I was right at the door. "Call your dad. Now."

Trish pulled out her phone and dialed her dad's number. She waited for a while then threw the phone on the ground and whined nervously. "He didn't answer! They're probably down on the beach. He never brings his phone with him there."

"What the hell are we going to do Trish?!" I whisper-yelled again, with fear in my voice, and tears now pricking the corners of my eyes.

"I don't know!" She cried, dropping to the floor, silently sobbing.

"Austin!" I blurted. "I can call Austin!" I suggested. Trish tossed me her phone and I called his number by heart. It only rang twice before he answered.

"Trish? Why are you calling me?" He asked with confusion. It felt so good to hear a familiar voice that I knew and loved.

"It's me. Ally. I need your help. Right. Now." I said in a tone that I knew he would find serious.

"What's wrong?" He said, his voice protectively dropping an octave.

"There's been this strange, no good, looking guy following us around all day. And now, he's right at our door." I explained briefly.

"I'm coming, right now." He said.

"No, Austin. It'll take too long. And I don't want you getting hurt either." I told him.

"You're getting hurt?! I'm definitely coming." He said roughly.

"No, I'm fine, sort of. Not really." I tried to explain. "Nevermind. Austin, you've gotta do something else. This guy isn't just gonna wait at our door for six hours! If I don't open that door soon, he's gonna bust in or something." I argued.

"Do NOT open that door Ally. Whatever you do, DON'T open it." He instructed.

"Okay, then what do I do?" I asked, my sanity starting to leave me.

"Call the police. I'm coming down there. Stay hidden in the room as much as possible. And don't open that door." He ordered.

"Okay." I said quietly through the phone.

"Be safe, and remember that I love you." He said more sincerely now.

"I love you too Austin." I said shakily, tears now streaming down my face. With that, the phone call was ended. I held the phone to my ear a little longer, holding on to his voice in a way. But the urgency of the situation was back in my mind and I went back to Trish. "We gotta call the police."

Trish just nodded and took the phone from me. I sat down, hugging my knees, in the corner of the room, vaguely hearing Trish mumble to the police the situation we were in. I thought of Austin and wondered if I'd see him again.

AUSTIN'S POV

I was doing some yard work around the fort. I was planting a garden on one side. I also had painted the fort to give it life and color. I know it sounded like such a feminine thing to do, but it was mostly for Ally. It wasn't long after that until I got a phone call from Trish. I wondered why Trish was calling me. We hadn't really talked since we were younger.

I answered the phone anyway. It turned out to be Ally on the phone and she was in trouble. I tried to focus on her, but my mind kept replaying the same thing. Ally's in trouble. Ally's in trouble. After hearing about the situation, I gave her all the tips I could and bolted up to my house, dropping everything.

"Mom I'm driving to the beach! Don't ask why, I'll be back soon!" I yelled through the house. I grabbed my keys and busted it out of there. I was on the interstate before I knew it, driving well over forty miles over the speed limit. I weaved in and out of traffic trying hard to get to Ally. Four and half hours later, I was there. Right in front of the hotel Ally told me she was staying at.

Police cars were lined up outside the hotel, and so was a live news cast crew. I felt a strong anger brewing towards those people. Somebody is in trouble, and they just stand there to record it for other people's entertainment. I ran up to the main doors of the hotel when a policeman stopped me.

"You can't go in there son, the killer has hostages. Unless you want someone to get killed today, I suggest you stay out here." He explained.

My mind whirled. Killer. Hostages. Ally. No...

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My fists clenched, my blood boiled, and a roar of rage ripped through my gut, and out of my mouth. I knew who he was. I punched, kicked, and beat whatever was left in this guy, out of him. I knew he was already dead, but I needed some form of revenge. He killed Ally. He deserved to be dead.

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