A knock on the door broke my train of thought. I was going dilusional. I couldn't stand not being around people, at least not murderous people.

The door opened and I could hear heavy footsteps coming to the bed. He sat on the edge and played with my hair.

"I want you to come stay in my room with me. There's a bigger bed for us." He put his hand on my cheek, "You can start moving your stuff there today. You have a few drawers."

My mind was screaming for me to hit him, to stop him from touching me. I wasn't his, I was Jimmy's.

"Abby?" His hand found my chin and pulled my head towards him. I ony nodded, knowing he wanted some kind of response.

He smiled and kissed my forehead lightly, as if he didn't want to break me. My head fell back to the pillow when I fet the bed shift. I heard the door close and went to the window.

I looked behind me quickly just to make sure he wasn't coming back. The water wasn't too far from here. I needed to get rid of Henry.

After another hour of sitting on the bed thinking of how I could get rid of Henry, I had 4 lame ideas, and none of them could work.

I screamed in frustration, grabbing fist-fulls of hair. "God damn it, why can't I do this?"

I felt like a four year old throwing a hissy fit. But I had a better reason.

"Abby?" Henry knocked at the door. "Are you done packing?" He opened the door as I stood up.

"What? I'm not moving in there. Just kill me. I'm never going to be yours. I've always been his." I smiled, knowing I hurt him. I hurt him bad.

He stomped over to me and raised his hand. With such force he knocked me down on the ground. My head was throbbing and my cheek stung.

His hands flew to his head, "Oh shit. Oh Abby are you ok? Oh god I shouldn't have done that." He put his arms around me to help me up.

I pushed him away. "Yeah, you really love me? You wouldn't have hit me if you did. Or are you just jealous because I love him too!" I was hot. I didn't mean to scream at him, it just came out. But I wasn't sorry.

"You will love me. You will forget about him. He never loved you. At the Cannery, he told me. He felt sorry for you because your mom was dead. And he said he thought you were Wakefeild's child too." He smirked. He knew he hit a home run with that one.

I was going to punch him. No, I was going to kill him. I am going to kill Henry Dunn.