* Extremely Graphic Content Warning *
Contains strong domestic abuse, verbal abuse, thoughts of suicide and strong graphic violence. This chapter may be disturbing for some readers.~
Two days later, Abby is sitting in her window seat, staring at the same old lawn that she has stared at for years. This time, though, she doesn't wish to be down there playing in the leaves or riding a bike. She does not long to climb the tree or to enjoy the great outdoors. Oddly enough, for today, she is content to sit at that window and stare down at the grass, without being able to touch it.
Chapter 20 “What I want, you've got, and it might be hard to handle.. but like the flame that burns the candle, the candle feed the flame.. yeah yeah.” Hearing the sound of singing, Gabe follows it down the hall way, heading towards the kitchen. He stop in the door way, grinning at the scene before him. Abby stands behind the counter, pulling something out of the oven, with her butt wiggling in the air to the tune of the music. Liza sits on a chair at the counter, piping icing onto a cookie a
Denise entered Abby's room two days later. “Happy Halloween, my dear.” Abby lay face down on the bed, because that is the only way that she can rest without feeling excruciating pain. Some of the deep gashes on her back had started to scab over except the ones that had needed stitches yet had only gotten super glue or steri trips to close them; they were still not healing yet, but at least they were not bleeding still. Abby had really needed to go to the hospital, both she and her mother knew that, but she was still a prisoner in her her father's house. She
“You can still come with us, Abby. I would love to know that you are there for me, keeping Gabe company. He worries so much. I think that you would be such a nice distraction for him.” Liza continues, completely unaware that she had just completely shattered Abby's whole world and all of the beautiful illusions that she was under. “Actually, tomrrow was going to be hard for me to do anyways, I was just going to rearrange a few things to make sure that you were taken care of. But if Gabe has it covered, then I will leave it to him. But I will be sending good thoughts and prayers your way for a speedy recovery.” Abby tells Liza quietly.
Over the next two days Lorenzo finds reasons to stop by and see Abby, usually staying a few hours to talk to her. He is nice enough to talk to and Abby enjoys the conversation, but she fears that he is reading more into it than there is, because he has gotten steadily more bold in his manner of flirting with her. He finds reasons or excuses to touch her, which ometimes makes her uncomfortable but he never takes it too far, or does anything inappropriate, so she does not let it bother her. Maybe she is just being overly sensitive to hi friendliness. She could be reading into things that are not even there. She because he is nice to her does not mean th
“No. No one does.” Abby begins to cry and he pulls her into his arms carefully, so as to avoid causing her any pain. He runs his fingers through her hair and holds her close to him, kissing her temple, her hair and her face repeatedly. “I want you Abby. I do! You are not unwanted because I am here and I want you. I need you, Abby and I love you!” “You-” Her eyes get wide and she pulls away to stare at him. “You don't.. love me..”
Abby and Gabe decided that he would go home tonight, but he would come back to ger her early in the morning, to take her to his home. That would give her the night to convince her mother to come with her and to hopefully find her belongings, so that she could bring a few things with her to her new home. Abby knew that Gabe did not want to leave her. That much was obvious, even without the frown and the lame excuses her kept finding to put off leaving. Not that she minded. She didn't really want him to leave her either. Finally though, she got him out and she leaned back against the door.
Abby grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her back, partially shielding Denise with her body. Richard glares at them angrily with a look of unadulterated, murderous rage in his eyes. “Answer me. Where the fuck do you think you are going?” “I'm leaving.” Abby tells him bravely. “Oh, you are?” Richard asks in a calm tone of voice.
Abby feels a hand patting her face briskly to wake her up. Her eyes flutter open and she looks up into his handsome face. She sees the relief in his eyes when he sees that she is awake. She tries to sit up but the room spins around her and her vision blurs. “Woah..” “Hey now, take it easy.” He catches her as she goes to topple over. “You took a hell of a knock there, honey.” “My head.. hurts.” She tells him. He nods, knowing that it does. He touches the wound and she winces.