DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harper's Island. I would love to though! God knows I would love to change the ending so that Henry didn't die. :'(
A/N: Oh golly-geez-a-lou. Here's my first Harper's Island fanfiction. I was thinking on making this a one-shot, but I'm sort of thinking over the idea to make this into a multi-chappie fic. It's seriously up to YALL. No pressure. I sorta like how this turned out.
I hope you like it too and please review! Bahaha. I should be a rapper....
;)
~Nikki~
Choosing You
Chapter One - "As Far As Anyone Knows..."
Abby sleeping was, without a doubt, the most beautiful scene to gaze upon. Picturesque even. Abby lay still on the light blue bedspread. If it wasn't for her chest heaving slowly up and down, I would have thought she was dead.
That wouldn't be possible. I could never kill her.
I loved her.
I chose her.
Wakefield -- Dad -- wanted me to kill her. He said that the only way that I could ever be complete was to kill the one I loved. Little did Daddy Dearest know was that I had never planned on killing Abby. I could never have confessed my underlying intentions to him. He would have sought out Abby and done the deed himself.
I never exactly understood my father's need for me to kill the woman I loved so I could be "complete". It seemed to me that if someone killed another they truly loved then you could never be complete. The choice…the guilt…the act itself would linger and smother he or she for the rest of his or her life.
Which brings myself back to how I could never do that to Abby. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together.
Forever.
My love for her pulsed through my every movement. The very sight of her nearly made me swirl with emotions of affection. Even the slightest touch between us caused electric charges to rush through my veins, beating my heart.
Abby Mills was the sole reason my heart commenced to pound in my chest.
She would understand why I murdered all of those people. It was the only way we could ever be together. Just the two us. Harper's Island was our home, now. We would give the island the wedding that was supposed to happen. We'd get married and have children. We'd grow old together. It would be our own happily ever after.
Of course it would take some time for Abby to adjust. She'd have to deal with the grief of losing many people close to her. I understood that. It nearly killed me to think of the pain she'd be going through. I'd help her recover from the heartache, though. If we had to take things slow, then we would. Anything for Abby.
I mulled these things over while I gazed upon Abby's physical appearance in her slumber. In some areas she was bruised and scathed; in others, she was smeared with dirt and other stains. Her clothes were filthy and torn in numerous places. She'd never be able to wear that outfit again.
I moved from my standing position by her bed and over to the dresser on the opposite wall. I had stocked the dresser with clothes that I thought Abby would like. Women's fashion was certainly not my area of expertise. Furrowing my eyebrows, I pulled out a pair of jeans, a two tank tops, one white and one dark blue, and dark blue, loose sweater coat. She always did look great in blue. It somehow enhanced her beauty, if possible. I lay the clean outfit on top of the dresser and spun back around.
I gazed intently at Abby's filthy clothes. Surely she must be uncomfortable in that soiled attire? I debated whether I should leave them on her or remove them myself. I didn't want to disturb her, but she would sleep better if she wasn't lying in such grimy clothes. I chose the latter of the two and ambled towards her.
The first items that were removed were her shoes. They landed on the floor with a soft thud. I moved closer to the bed, to her. Leaning over her still form, I began on her jeans. I unzipped and shimmied them off of her. Next article of clothing came her shirt. I lifted her arms above her head and tugged the hem of her shirt upwards. It soon joined the pile of laundry on the floor.
All this time I had been averting my eyes from Abby's more than exposed body, trying to give her some sense of privacy, but they could no longer deter themselves and greedily roamed her body.
A sigh of sheer want and love escaped my mouth.
Abby's pale skin was even more translucent than I had thought. I lightly trailed my fingers over her stomach. It was so soft and smooth.
I abruptly pulled my hand away and shut my eyes closed. You pervert!
I quickly shook my ahead and, careful not to travel her body with my gaze again, pulled the bedspread over her figure.
Abby was still sleeping peacefully. I wasn't sure when she would wake up. No doubt it would be soon, though. I decided to leave the room. She probably wouldn't want to wake up to find me staring at her. Yes, that would definitely be odd.
I quietly walked out of the room and gently shut the door. I made my way downstairs. Everything was quiet as could be.
As far as I knew, Abby and I were the only ones on this side of Harper's Island.
As far as anyone else knew, Abby and I were dead.
I pursed my lips and gazed out into the surrounding forest as I awaited my future to wake up from her sleep.
A/N: So babes...how'd ya like it? Please review and tell me your thoughts. Horrible? Okay? Sick? Stupid? Amazing? Lemme know :) If you would be kind as to also lemme know if you would want me to continue this and make it a multi-chappie fic....well that would be splendid! Thanks as always.
Much love and kissies,
~Nikki~