DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I do not own Morganville but I can always dream…
Abby's POV
I was born out of Morganville, but when my mother died my father went and got a brand new floozy within seconds. Quite literally. I hate her as you would expect. But hey, I'm just a 15 year old girl who no one has ever given a shit about. My dad never liked me and when his girlfriend announced that she was pregnant he spent no time at all ignoring me and paying all his attention to his unborn child. When the kid was born, my dad announced that we were moving here because he thought we would be safer. Oh he was so wrong about that. Turns out we just moved into a place that's over flowing with vampires. Yes, that's right, I said vampires. I was the first to accept it and then my dad did and quickly got us a patron. I still hadn't met my supposed patron, my father said I would bring the family down so to make sure I was hidden or out whenever our patron came to check on us.
I had the wristband that represented my patron, but I felt caged. My father detested me, his girlfriend hated me as well, and heck she even tried to kill me a few times. Not that my supposed father gave a toss. Since my childhood was so fucked up, I ended up fucked up. I slept around to try and hide my inner turmoil; I even did self-harming for a brief period. Who am I kidding? I still do self-harming. It's about the only way to help me cope, I spent most of my time out of the house and over the last year I had managed to tone down my sleeping around. I was on the road to recovery, and the only reason I was is because the self-harming took its place in my life.
I finally get to meet my patron today seeing as he has especially requested to talk to me. Apparently my grades are outstanding and he was wondering why I had never been introduced to him. Yeah, I only found out my patron was a he about five minutes ago? That was after my dad threatened me to behave and answer his questions just as he had told me to. If I could kill myself I would, but hey why should I end life just as I was enjoying it? Yeah, enjoying life. I've never enjoyed life. The last time I was truly happy was when my mum was alive. She used to hug and kiss me. She used to braid my hair and tell me how beautiful I was and how she would always love me. Dad never liked me, he always hit me and my mum spent night after night telling me how she was one day going to free me from this horrible life. She never got the chance…
I held back my tears as I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at my dad but he was too busy paying attention to the newest arrival, Ammy. It's not that I didn't like her, like my father constantly suggested I didn't, it's just that I'm not allowed to bond with her. Apparently I'm a danger to all those around me. Pretty shitty life right? Anyway, my life suddenly got amazing when I opened the door to the hottest person I have ever seen. I knew he was vamp but wow. He scrubbed up nicely. I definitely wouldn't kick him out of bed if he crawled in. I saw him give me that 'ooh fit girl' look over before I welcomed him in. I made sure to wear my long sleeved shirts, seeing as I was cutting. Luckily my dad hadn't hit me in the face lately so my head was bruise free. I wish I could say the same about my ribs…
I walked him into the living room before I went and sat down near the coffee table where I was doing my homework.
"Abby are you even paying attention?" my father shouts and I lift my head and apologise.
"This is Brandon; he's the one who's providing you with protection." He tells me and I heard the threat within there. I smiled at them, fake of course, and I could see Brandon assessing me before he walked over and sat on the floor next to me. He looked me straight in the eyes, and I felt as if he could read into my past, into my thoughts and feelings. It scared me so much so I quickly looked down and started fiddling with the bottom of my sleeves.
I felt it when I caught one of my cuts and winced slightly at the pain. Brandon instantly knew I was bleeding, with him being vamp and all, so lead me into the kitchen with him. He told my father that he wanted to talk to me alone but would bring me back as soon as he's done. To be honest my dad didn't give a toss, he would probably sell my body to him if it meant he could torture me more. As soon as we were in Brandon shut the door and grabbed my wrist before pulling the sleeve up.
"One for self-harming are we?" he asks rhetorically. I shrug before pulling my wrist back and grabbing a bandage from the draw. Brandon helped me to wrap it around my wrist.
"What could cause such a young child to turn to this" he asks me and I feel my anger boiling. I hated it when people talked about my cuts, the school always gossiped about me and I hated it. It drove me bloody crazy.
"Nothing" I snap as I pull my hand back. I suddenly felt all defensive and a little frightened to be honest. My dad soon came barging in and he glared at me as he apologised to Brandon for my rudeness.
"It's no problem at all. In fact she's actually one of the most polite children I've met. I hope you don't mind but I want to take her out tonight. I feel I would be able to get my questions answered better if she weren't at home" Brandon explains and my dad reluctantly agrees. My dad ordered me to go get changed into something presentable and told me not to wear my long sleeved shirts. That instantly worried me.
He didn't know that I cut. I tried to keep it a secret as best as I could. The only reason the students at my school knew, was because I went out with and slept with Tom. Tom was a year older than me and one of the more popular boys. We went through a bit of a rough patch, causing us to break up and him to tell everyone I was a cutter. Since then he had tried to make it up to me but he never succeeded, I wouldn't let him. I could never forgive him for it. So he didn't just leave it at my old school, he spread it over to my new one in Morganville. I just didn't care anymore. I had accepted the fact that my life was always going to be shit. I had no say in the matter. I quickly run upstairs and put on my summer dress that comes to about mid-thigh. I slipped on my white converse (that had black stars on) on before I walked back downstairs. I kept my arms crossed preventing my father from seeing my cuts but he did notice the bandage. He scowled at me and I looked down as Brandon lead me out of the house.