Bad Enough For You (Auslly) <EDITING>

Taken away

Ally's p.o.v

James opened the van doors and smiled. "Welcome home." He laughed as the two guys forced me out of the van and into what looked like a normal house. Wait, is this James' house? I'd given up with struggling and fighting because most of my energy had been used up and I was just tired now.

They took me to the basement and threw me on the floor. Then James ripped the tape off my mouth. "Ow! James! Where am I? Who are they?" I asked gesturing to the two guys who's brought me here.

"I'm not answering any of your questions." James crossed his arms, then we heard a voice from upstairs.

"James honey, do you want chicken nuggets tonight?" That must be his Mum. Ha, what a child.

I was about to scream so she could hear that I'm down here, but James quickly resealed my mouth. "Er, whatever Mum, I don't care!" He yelled back upstairs and then turned to me. "Okay, so we're in my house, but that's the only thing I'm going to tell you. Now, I'm going for a snow cone. Let's go guys." James said to the guys and they all went upstairs.

I have to find a way out of here. The room was dark, apart from one small light above me and a small window in the corner. I managed to hop to the couch and sit down. I think better when I'm sat. Now, I could hop up the stairs, but then again, they're up there, let alone his mother.

I just hope Austin's okay.

Austin's p.o.v

I just got off the phone with Trish, her and Dez are coming here and we're all going to find Ally. Trish is the detective, who finds all the clues and follows the tracks, Dez is the cameraman, we could use some footage for proof in court, whilst I'm the muscle and I get to beat up that petty idiot James once and for all.

We walked to the beach first. Trish started asking around for witnesses, but no one saw Ally. Great. Now what?

"This is hopeless. How are we going to track where Ally is, if we have no clues what so ever?" Trish asked impatiently.

"We can't give up, look, over here." I noticed a small blue hairband and ran over to it. Half of it was covered with sand but I picked it up. "This is Ally's hairband. I remember she was wearing it on her wrist when she visited me in my room." I dusted the sand off and gave it to Trish.

"Look, there are some tracks leading up to the parking lot. Dez, are you getting this?" Trish asked Dez as she followed the tracks until they stopped at the sidewalk.

"Yep, getting every single second." He confirmed. I followed Trish and Dez up to the sidewalk. Now where?

"Hey, do you guys think that Martin the street busker saw her?" I asked, gesturing to the homeless guitar player who was sat down playing his old, acoustic guitar.

They both nodded and we ran up to him. "Hey...Austin, right?" He asked. Martin was about 30 and we helped him out by giving him a bit of money a few weeks ago.

"Yeah, we were wondering if you could help us." I said desperately. He put his guitar down and stood up.

"That's a first, normally I want people to help me. What do you need?" He asked.

"Do you remember our friend Ally?" Trish asked.

"Is that the one who was giving me tips about how to recognize different birds?" He asked, making a weird face.

I remember that. When we gave Martin a bit of money, Ally gave him this half hour lecture about different birds. I laughed to myself. "Yeah, that's her. Have you see her?" I asked, snapping out of my daydreams.

"Yeah, some guys were putting her in a van. I thought they were just messing about because one of the smaller guys was laughing." He shrugged.

James. "Did you hear where they were going?" Dez asked, still rolling. This evidence will be great for the police.

"No, but they went down Orbury Street." He said, pointing to the direction that they went.

I put $10 in his guitar case and then we ran to Orbury Street. Ally here I come. I won't stop until I find you...