Title: Open Wounds: Time is a healer. (Continuation of 'Scars')
Thanks to Rai again, me bestest friend!
Summer_hunnie@hotmail.com for feedback! =)
This is quite a dark look at Abby and Carter's relationship.
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Abby and Luka brushed passed each other in the hall. She wanted to ignore him too, but it was seem to do more harm than good. He smiled warmly and they passed greetings, Abby was good at this. Passing greetings, never giving too much away, always leaving an unanswered question hovering seductively in the air. -She remembered quotes like this from her mother all the time. Parodies of the truth. Women are objects and they enjoy it. That is what her mother said.
Home. No work, no man, no chores just me time, Abby thought carelessly. She walked into the bathroom and began to run a bath. The phone rang. Didn't the phone always ring at times like these? When all you wanted to do was become pure in the hot, bathwater. If you had it hot enough it would burn away all your sins, like bacteria and she would stay in the bath until it was cold and revel in the lack of human interaction. But no.
"Hello?" The phone was slippery in the hand she couldn't be bothered to dry.
"Hey." There was a pause. "It's Carter" Abby already knew this but wanted to pretend she didn't. Pretend that he didn't have the right to ring with a simple "it's me" -he had to justify himself now. She didn't know why.
"Hey Carter" She sighed, she wasn't so angry now.
"Want to get some coffee? You looked a but down today."
"I'm not." She retired. She was tired, exhausted, and sick; not down.
"Oh, well you want to get some, I know you said you had a lot to do..."
"Sure, coffee sounds great." She smiled. She couldn't help herself, she was mad.
She walked in on time. God she was beautiful, Carter thought to himself. Abby sparked up a cigarette almost straight away. She'd cut down a lot, she only smoked about a packet a week these days, and sometimes she would go without so she could save them for occasions like this. They started talking, she started talking.
"So what's up between you and Susan?" Abby asked. It was okay to ask this, she thought, everyone did.
"Nothing, she's great, but we're just friends, what you walked in on the other day, well she was just comforting me."
"Oh, well I wasn't referring to that, I mean it's none of my business really." Abby backed into submission.
"That's okay, but what about you and that fireman." Carter asked laughing, oh right, Abby thought, the fireman.
"Nothing!" She said laughing just as much. They were back where they were. Neither of them knew exactly where this was. Neither of them cared, but they were back in each other's lives, things were just more complicated now.
"So you and Luka okay?" Carter asked quietly, secretly wondering whether him and the new French waitress-turned-ER-employee were to blame for her lowness.
"Yeah we're fine, I'm over it. It's just weird, you know?"
"Yeah I guess I know." Things went quiet. Abby wondered whether Carter regretted what he said that day by the lake. Whether he regretted not going into her apartment when she asked him that time after they had broken into Luka's apartment. She regretted some of the things he said, simply because they made her feel things that she didn't want to. Made her think things she felt she shouldn't have to. Sometimes she wished she could tell him that.
Thanks to Rai again, me bestest friend!
Summer_hunnie@hotmail.com for feedback! =)
This is quite a dark look at Abby and Carter's relationship.
*******
Abby and Luka brushed passed each other in the hall. She wanted to ignore him too, but it was seem to do more harm than good. He smiled warmly and they passed greetings, Abby was good at this. Passing greetings, never giving too much away, always leaving an unanswered question hovering seductively in the air. -She remembered quotes like this from her mother all the time. Parodies of the truth. Women are objects and they enjoy it. That is what her mother said.
Home. No work, no man, no chores just me time, Abby thought carelessly. She walked into the bathroom and began to run a bath. The phone rang. Didn't the phone always ring at times like these? When all you wanted to do was become pure in the hot, bathwater. If you had it hot enough it would burn away all your sins, like bacteria and she would stay in the bath until it was cold and revel in the lack of human interaction. But no.
"Hello?" The phone was slippery in the hand she couldn't be bothered to dry.
"Hey." There was a pause. "It's Carter" Abby already knew this but wanted to pretend she didn't. Pretend that he didn't have the right to ring with a simple "it's me" -he had to justify himself now. She didn't know why.
"Hey Carter" She sighed, she wasn't so angry now.
"Want to get some coffee? You looked a but down today."
"I'm not." She retired. She was tired, exhausted, and sick; not down.
"Oh, well you want to get some, I know you said you had a lot to do..."
"Sure, coffee sounds great." She smiled. She couldn't help herself, she was mad.
She walked in on time. God she was beautiful, Carter thought to himself. Abby sparked up a cigarette almost straight away. She'd cut down a lot, she only smoked about a packet a week these days, and sometimes she would go without so she could save them for occasions like this. They started talking, she started talking.
"So what's up between you and Susan?" Abby asked. It was okay to ask this, she thought, everyone did.
"Nothing, she's great, but we're just friends, what you walked in on the other day, well she was just comforting me."
"Oh, well I wasn't referring to that, I mean it's none of my business really." Abby backed into submission.
"That's okay, but what about you and that fireman." Carter asked laughing, oh right, Abby thought, the fireman.
"Nothing!" She said laughing just as much. They were back where they were. Neither of them knew exactly where this was. Neither of them cared, but they were back in each other's lives, things were just more complicated now.
"So you and Luka okay?" Carter asked quietly, secretly wondering whether him and the new French waitress-turned-ER-employee were to blame for her lowness.
"Yeah we're fine, I'm over it. It's just weird, you know?"
"Yeah I guess I know." Things went quiet. Abby wondered whether Carter regretted what he said that day by the lake. Whether he regretted not going into her apartment when she asked him that time after they had broken into Luka's apartment. She regretted some of the things he said, simply because they made her feel things that she didn't want to. Made her think things she felt she shouldn't have to. Sometimes she wished she could tell him that.