33. Fucked Your Life

Abby’s POV

I was hanging some lovely paintings on my wall when I heard a knock on the door. My heart started to beat quickly. I was scared, so I slowly walked to the living room, opened the door, and pointed the gun at the person who was knocking on my door.

I was shocked when I looked up and saw Fabian staring at me. He grabbed the gun out of my hand and pushed me inside. He said in a calm voice, "When did you use a gun to protect yourself from me?" and put the gun on the table.

"What...what are you doing here, Fabian?" I asked with a soft gulp, and every hair in my body raised when he stepped forward and pushed me gently against the wall.

"I'm here to see if you're okay," he said, pursed his thin lips, and looked deeply into my brown, golden eyes with his ocean blue eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. No one is bothering me except you," I said as I slowly closed my eyes and turned away. “I thought you’re already done with me, so what are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious that I’m here because