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20. Drastic Times & Drastic Measures

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Drastic Times & Drastic Measures

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Ally woke up to the sound of her muffled ring tone playing from her back pocket. She didn't want to answer, but for some reason, she felt like she had to. She pulled out her phone to see Austin was calling her. She frowned before clicking accept and pulling the phone to her ear.

"Austin?" She asked, even herself finding that she sounded as though she had been crying. Austin sighed on the other side of the phone, sounding pained. Ally sat back as she waited for Austin to tell her why he was calling. It had to have been important since they had just seen each other three hours ago.

"Ally, I need an ambulance at the corner of Fifth and Beach Street. I'm in trouble." Austin whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear. Ally gasped before jumping off her bed. This was not good. How could she have let this happen? How was she even supposed to tell the cops from here? Wait.

"You'll be okay. I'm calling them right now." Ally mumbled before cutting the call short. She didn't want to stop talking with Austin. She wanted to tell him it would be okay. But he didn't need her words right now. He needed help. Professional help. The kind that she could only get by calling one number. She clicked the three numbers she never thought she would have to hit before waiting for the response.

"911 please state your emergency." The woman said, sounding almost bored. Ally held back an eye roll. This was serious.

"Yes, I'm Ally Dawson. My friend Austin Moon was hurt on the corner of Fifth and Beach Street. He needs an ambulance." Ally relayed, feeling as though her legs were about to give out from underneath her. She could hear the clicking of the keys of a keyboard from the other side.

"We're sending an ambulance right now. We'll make sure he's okay." The receptionist recited. Ally breathed a sigh of relief before remembering she was on the phone.

"Thank you." Ally mumbled before ending the call. She had to get to the hospital. But her father would never let her out of the house. Let alone let her borrow the car. She nodded to herself before clicking Trish's number.

"What?" Trish groaned into the phone. Ally felt her foot tapping impatiently on the floor as she grew more annoyed with her friend.

"Trish, you need to drive me to the hospital. I'll call Dez." Ally ordered, finally finding the tone that worked in this type of situation. Trish's eyes widened as she let her best friend's words replay in her head.

"What? Why?" Trish asked as she jumped off her desk chair. She had been reading a magazine in her room while texting Dez. She had no idea her night would end up like this.

"Austin got hurt and I got into a fight with my dad. Please?" Ally pleaded as she slipped on her shoes. If not, she was going to run there. Trish nodded vigorously before picking up her keys from off her desk.

"I'm on my way. Dez can meet us there." Trish said before ending the call. Ally sighed in relief. She would hopefully be there by the time Austin got there. She clicked Dez's number next, hating and loving that she was the one to tell everyone about this.

"Hey, Ally." Dez greeted cheerily into the phone. Ally felt herself smile despite the situation. She shook her head. She had to stay focused.

"Dez, Austin's hurt and you need to meet us at the hospital. Try to get there without your parents. Austin doesn't need them right now." Ally whispered as she heard her father walking out into the hallway. She was far past mad at him. But she would push him out of the way if she had to.