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AUSTIN'S POV

Fury raged through my body. What could I possibly do to get even? Is getting even with Dallas going to help anything anyway? It'd probably just make him more mad, which in turn, would cause more problems. But I couldn't just sit here and take this. I huffed a sigh of frustration.

I looked at the walls of the fort, covered in graffiti. Suddenly, the graffiti scene faded away, and the vision of the old original fort took its place. I saw myself running around, playing hide and seek with Ally. I had to rub my eyes to see if I was hallucinating. The vision stayed put, and I watched the scene unfold in front of me. I was looking straight into the past, we were only six years old. I began to remember the scene.

I chased Ally around the fort in circles until we both collapsed from laughter and exhaustion. We sat next to each other in the dirt, trying to catch our breath. Ally had a special stone she was trying to keep me from getting. Eventually I gave up on trying to take it from her, and we agreed that we should put it in our 'special box' to keep for memories. We placed the stone in the box along with many other random items. We dug a hole in the dirt and buried it.

The sun began to set through the trees in the scene, even though in real time, it was early in the morning. I continued to watch the past. We saw the light changing and knew we had to go home. We stepped close and gave each other a small kiss on the lips, said our goodbyes, and went home. I smiled at the memory, still watching the scenery change. The scene before me flashed forward about ten years from the last scene. Ally walked down to the fort alone, dressed in her baggy sweatshirt and jeans. My attention became more closely focused on this vision, because I didn't recognize it.

She stopped and ran her hands over the soggy wood on the old fort. She bent down and picked up a piece of wood laying on the ground and picked up a box out of the hole. It was the box that we just buried in the last scene. She opened it slowly and examined the contents of the box. She began to cry silently and then replaced the items, leaving them looking undisturbed. Then I showed up. I then recognized the scene, but Ally must've just gotten down there earlier than me that day.

All the visions and flashbacks faded away, and the current scene of the remodeled and vandalized fort reappeared. I sighed again knowing that I couldn't just give all this up. The magic of this fort still existed, and it was telling me, or rather showing me, that there were too many memories to throw away. I needed Ally in my life. I needed my childhood to keep me grounded at times. I needed to confront Dallas personally, and just talk to him. Fights weren't going to solve problems, they would just cause them.

I walked back up to my house and tried to unlock the door again. This time it was open, so I knew my parents were awake.

"AUSTIN MONICA MOON!" I heard my mother yell. Here we go again. "What on earth is with you lately?! All this running off and disappearing for days at a time?! Am I going to have to take your car away?!"

"No, I was helping Ally again." I grumbled. I wasn't in the mood for yelling and lectures.

"Well Ally just seems to be your excuse for everything nowadays!" She yelled again.

"You don't understand mom!" My voice rising at her.

"Well then tell me what's going on Austin! How am I supposed to understand if all you do is run away and never talk about it?!" She argued.

"Because these situations are life and death! Okay?! I don't have time to sit around and explain my life to you! This is twice that Ally has almost been dead! Dead, Mom! I'm trying my hardest to be there for her," I said quieter, dropping my gaze to the floor. "but I know now that I was the one making it worse. So I'm done with it okay? No more problems with me!" I said in a sarcastic voice as I walked away and slammed the door to my room.

I left my mom standing speechless in the living room, and I climbed out my window, got in my car and drove away. Yes, I'm doing the exact thing I just got yelled at for. I don't care at all. I drove all the way to Dallas' house. I sat in his driveway for a few moments before working up the courage to finally get out of the car and ring the doorbell.

I heard the tone echo through the house. My heart beat sped up, not sure what to expect from him. As soon as he sees me, he'll know that I know that he's behind this. I heard creaking and footsteps, and my heart pounded with each step. The lock clicked at the door and I saw the knob turn slowly. I looked up and the opening door revealed a very messed up looking Dallas. His hair was frizzed out in every direction, his clothes were old and stained, and he looked like he hasn't showered in multiple days.

The look he gave me was an unexpected one. I expected him to be mad or threatening. Instead, he was rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and he just looked bummed.

"Whaddya want Moon?" He asked, his voice rough and hoarse.

"Uh, I uh...I came here to talk to you." I said, clearing my throat.

"Well then start talking. I don't got all day." He grumbled.

I decided to just jump right in and get straight to the point. "Why would you do it?" I asked deep and seriously.

"Do what?" He asked, his voice getting slightly more unstable. Nerves were kicking in, cause he began to twitch his fingers, and his eyes moved away from mine.

"You know what. Why did you do it? It was wrong. It was sick." I could've continued, but I let him have a chance to say something.

He stood there, picking at his fingers, eyes glued to the floor. I thought he was going to slam the door in my face, or lash out against me, but instead, he just quietly said, "I don't know."

"Then why'd you do it?" I questioned.

"Come here." He sighed, pulling me into his house. He shut the door and sat down on the couch. I took a seat in the chair across from him. I raised my eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

He sighed again, acting as if there was something he didn't want to admit. He waited a moment, then began to speak.

"I wasn't thinking. My mind was in a different place. My parents raised me up to believe that the world was our enemy. I believed them because I had no one else to believe." He started. "That day that the police took my parents away, I swore I would do anything to get back at them. I promised my parents I would see them again. But since they weren't coming out of jail anytime soon, the only to see them was for me to come to them. And I figured committing crime was the easiest way to do that, because then, in a way, I'd be getting revenge against the cops too. I knew it was wrong, but I felt like it was the only way to get to my parents. But now I realize that my parents were the ones who were wrong. They raised me up believing ridiculous things that were untrue. And now, because of them, they're in jail and my only brother is dead." He finished as his gaze fell to the floor.

I had no idea he was in such a rough mental place. I almost felt bad for him. But I couldn't make myself feel bad for him, no matter what the case. Ally is too important to me for that. But looking at his face, I could tell that he was honestly sorry about his actions.

"Look man, I'm really sorry that you've had to go through all of this. But that doesn't mean I forgive you. How can I trust that you won't do this stuff anymore?" I questioned.

"If I was you I wouldn't forgive me either. I'm surprised you haven't tried to kill me yet." He chuckled. My glare stayed hardened on him and he refrained the laugh. "But seriously though, I know what I did was wrong. Way wrong. And I don't want you to forgive me for it. But I do want you to know that I'm done with this. I don't want to end up with my parents...or my brother. I never wanted this lifestyle. I grew up knowing it as the only way to live, but now that I know the right way, I intend to live that way." He said, his face sincerely apologetic.

No matter how much I wanted to hate him and rip his head off, I knew he was being honest. And I don't like to hold grudges. "I believe ya bro."

His lips curved to a smile and he looked at me with surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah really." I said. We did our handshake-highfive thing, and I patted him on the back as I got up to leave.

"Is Ally okay?" He asked. I stopped in my tracks at the door. That was the first time I think I've ever heard him use her real name.

"Yeah she's okay. But she wasn't until after her trip to the hospital." I said with a little edginess.

"You really care about her don't you?" He asked.

"Yeah, I do." I said, my lips forming into a smile instinctively.

"I'm sorry about being so hard on her too. If you see her again, make sure she knows that." He smiled. It was a genuine smile. I nodded and walked out. I got in my car and started back towards home.

Something was different when I was at Dallas' house. The very air was different. There was that feeling of trust. I knew I could trust him, and believe what he said. I never had any doubts about it. He spoke the truth. The atmosphere had been comfortable. I've never been able to feel like that around him. As I thought of this, I felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders. The weight of my fear of his revenge had been lifted. I knew that this feud was over. And most of all, I knew Ally was safe.

As soon as I got home, I dialed the number of the hospital she was at. The voice of a receptionist came through. I ignored her questions and asked if Ally was still there. She paused a moment then answered yes. I asked if I could speak with her and they transferred me to the phone in her room.

"Hello?" I heard her voice ring in my ear.

"Ally!" I said a little too excitedly. "Ally I'm coming to get you from the hospital."

"Why?" She asked bitterly. Oh yeah, I remembered I kinda broke up with her last time at the hospital.

"I know, I know, I've got a lot of explaining to do. But I promise I'll tell you about when I get there. Kay? Love you, bye!" I said, in a hurry to drive all the way back down there to her.
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Five hours later, I got there. I parked my car and went inside the building. I remembered the room she was in, and I made my way there. I walked in to find Ally reading a magazine. She didn't look particularly happy to see me, she was just waiting for an explanation.

"Well, you gonna tell me what's going on?" She said, closing up her magazine.

"It's a long story." I began.

"I've got time." She said with a smug grin.

I explained the entire story to her, not missing a single detail. I could tell she didn't want to be forgiving, considering I was going to leave her. But once she heard the reasoning behind it, she seemed a little more easygoing.

"Well thanks for trying to protect me, I guess." She smiled.

"Now that you know the story, and I know Dallas shouldn't be bothering you anymore, I'd like to get back together with you if that's okay." I told her.

"Of course it's okay. I never thought we officially broke up anyway." She laughed.

"Good, now lets get you out of here." I said. Hospitals always gave me the creeps, and I just wanted to get Ally and leave. Before she could say anything else, a nurse walked in. She began to speak to Ally.

"I've been contacting foster homes, but none I've found are open right now. I don't know how much longer we can keep you here, but we're trying our best." The nurse explained. What was she talking about? Foster homes?

"Um, I'm taking Ally home." I spoke up.

"And who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Austin Moon." I told her.

She looked through a file of papers on her desk. "No Austin Moon in here. We are only legally allowed to sign her out to family and relatives. And as far as her records go, you aren't related in any way. Sorry Mr. Moon." She explained to me.

Ally was mouthing something to me from behind the nurse. Her lips read, 'think of something, I want to leave.' A crazy, but believable idea popped into my head.

"That's because I'm her fiancé!" I spit out. I hoped the nurse, or Ally, didn't think I was crazy. Although, by the look Ally was giving me, I don't think I should be getting my hopes up.

"Her fiancé? Really? How old are you?" She questioned.

"Nineteen." I lied. I didn't think I could pass off as much older than that.

She seemed to be contemplating my statement. "Well that would explain you not being in her records yet." She said to herself. She turned to look at Ally for some kind of approval. Ally just smiled and nodded. She still seemed a little shocked about my statement.

"Well, I guess you can sign her out then. You kids sure are young though..." She said handing me the papers.

I signed my name on the sheet, then passed it to Ally for her to sign her name. The nurse watched us closely as we wrote.

"Wait just a minute." The nurse blurted. "If you two are engaged, then why aren't either one of you wearing rings?"

My mind went blank as I tried to think of an excuse. But before I could think of anything, Ally piped up.

"Uh, we aren't wearing rings cause we came here to go to the beach, and we didn't want to lose them in the ocean. So we left them at home." Ally explained. "Right Austin?" She said turning towards me, giving me a knowing look.

"Yep. That's it." I agreed.

The nurse grabbed the papers from us and shook her head as she left the room. I knew she didn't believe a word of any of that. I looked down at Ally, who was already looking at me. Then we both started busting out with laughter. I grabbed her hand and walked her out of the hospital to my car. We buckled up, and we were still laughing.

"When are we getting married?" Ally asked between laughs.

"Whenever you want Mrs. Moon!" I laughed back.

We finally calmed ourselves, and turned up the radio. We jammed out to music for multiple hours. I was actually beginning to get tired after a while.

"You can drive right?" I asked Ally.

"I know how to drive, but I don't actually have a license." She answered.

"Good enough for me. It's your turn to drive." I said.

"Austin!?" She said, hitting my arm.

"What?" I asked back, rubbing my arm in mock hurt.

"I'm not driving without a license! That's illegal!" She protested.

"And so is checking out of a hospital with a fake husband. I think we'll be fine." I reasoned.

"It wasn't a husband. It was a fiancé. Now give me the wheel." She corrected me. I smirked at her.

I pulled the car over, and we switched seats. I leant my seat all the way back, getting comfortable. Ally buckled up in the drivers seat, recollecting her memory of driving a car. We started moving towards home not too long afterwards.

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"Don't fall asleep." Ally said, waking me up.

"Whyyy?" I whined, turning in my seat, trying to get more comfortable.

"Because then I won't have anyone to talk to." She said.

"You can talk to me while I'm asleep." I argued.

She looked down at me and rolled her eyes. "Fine. Do what you want."

I looked up at her. She was pouting her lip, yet still very closely focused on the road. The light was gone now, the road only lit up by street lights. The orange glow of those lights highlighted Ally's face as she drove. She was beautiful, and I realized how lucky of a guy I was to have her. I leaned my seat back up, and looked at her.

She turned to look at me. "I thought you were going to sleep."

"Nah, you're prettier to look at than to dream about." I said, winking at her.

The night didn't hide the blush on her cheeks as she smiled. She focused her attention back on the road. Man, I love road trips.

There you have it! I realized by the end of this that I didn't do Ally's POV. Sorry about that if it bothers you. I have to say that this story will be coming to a close in no more than two to three chapters, and I would like to get to around 300 reviews by the end of this if that's not too much to ask. I have 99 followers, so if everyone reviewed at least once, I could reach my goal. Remember I love you guys! See you at chapter 29! Thank you for all your support! :D