Abigail layer back in her old room her mother and father still bickering about Mark and Sara. "I thought it was okay for her to see that man... no anymore." She could hear her father protest. Abigail's phone rang. She rolled over and picked it up.
"Abigail..." it was Mark "hit a number on the key pad it its you. She did "Abigail listen up.. Sara and I want to adopt you... is that okay?" She it a button for yes "good, will you come tomorrow and see Glen and me?" She hit a button again. "okay, sleep well then goodnight" She hung up.
Abigail woke up early the next morning taking a shower and dress while the sun was waking. She packed up a small back pack of things her purple cloak, sun glasses, and candle both black. She wore a long sleeve black shirt and short black shorts with socks and sneakers. She threw overhear blue sweat jacket, and headed out the door. She walked slowly on the curb as she got closer to Mark and Sara's house. She knew no one was up, but the back door key was in reach.
Abigail stretched out on the couch her pack by the side of the couch. she fell asleep quickly and soundly.
"morning sweetheart" Mark kissed Sara
"shhh... Abigail is sleep "Mark gave her a look "she is on the couch asleep."
"Well, I better taker her with me... I don't want a rerun of last night..."Mark walked into the living room and tapped Abigail. She woke up and jumped up to hug him. "Abigail does your parents know your here?" She shake her head no, and ran out to hug Sara tightly. Mark followed her "Abigail we must leave okay... your parent will come here looking ..." She stared at her and some how he knew she didn't want to g o back " we'll go to work, and I won't tell anyone you were here "Abigail ran to the living room and grabbed her bag. She returned back to the kitchen. She waved to Sara and jumped in tot Mark's car.
Minutes later Abigail was sitting in Mark's dressing like she remember sometime ago, and quickly she disappeared to her gothic gang getting ready for the night. she changed from her blue sweat jacket to her long black and purple gown. everyone sat quietly as they waited for Da'an.
"Tonight is the night my follow members. we want to be as orderly as possible. Dark Rose and I are going to be in the front with 3 lines of 4 people behind us. I will be the only one that will call the dark lord and speak. After we get out point across scatter, and we'll see each other tomorrow."
The plan was set and all hell broke lose as all fourteen of the members sneaked in to the WWF arena. we stood near the entrance handing in the dark. someone passed a mic to Da'an and his could stone face shown telling everyone that tonight would go right even if he has to push it. Mark walked by Abigail could tell his head wasn't fully in the match. Da'an gave the single and everyone lined up. Abigail began to wonder why She was doing this. In the matter of second the whole gothic gang stood head down besides Da'an and Abigail on the ramp Stage.
"Lord of darkness... come to me bring me joy and happiness" Da'an walked towards the ring "The virgin savor of our lord bring the power to us. I, Lord of darkness, your savor of your hand... shed the blood and tears for you... show us lord of darkness your praise and savor love" by this time they stood in the ring Mark and Glen on the far end.
Mark's mouth drop seeing Abigail standing next to Da'an. Mark knew the kid he was a kid that everyone knew for the wrong reasons. He left many shameful girls behind him, but continued his fight against Mark. Mark left him keep blabbing as he looked at Abigail something struck him as wrong. she stood strong and timid, but held her arms lower then the rest. the small little fleet in one massive wave turned around and head right back up the ramp way. Mark and Glen, both, jumped out of the ring and through the crowed to the back. They stood in waiting for Abigail. The group pasted quickly as Abigail didn't past. She held her head low as she walked by. Mark's hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in to the darkness.
"Gale, what are you doing? This is not right!" Mark scolded her. She fledged a bit as he took her hand Glen followed into Mark's room." Gale you have to stop your going to get your self in trouble"
"What you don't know, you don't understand" Abigail said finally in 2 weeks. Mark stood back in shock.
"Gale is not understanding... I been there" He sat down holding her wrist. He could feel bumps in a line. He pushed back her sleeves and just looked up at Glen. He stared down in disappointment.
"You don't understand, Mark. you never will." Abigail scolded
"Stop it Gale! Stop it!" Mark began to lost it "I know Da'an. I know his preaching. He's not right in his head... you are not the first girl he tried this shit to. There was many more before that died at his hands" She looked away from him. "Look!" he shock her hands loosely " Look at what he's doing to you."
"This is my life!" she screamed back. Glen stood at the door blocking her way out "my life! you don't understand !"
"I do..." Glen said strongly "I understand so does Mark."
" You don't know how it is to be an outcast" She fell to her knees almost in tears " this is what I am ... I'm a gothic whore to this realm. I am accepted with my group. Yes Da'an cut my arms, but the dark lords eyes I am forgiven" She cried head in hands. Mark and Glen just looked at her so being filling up the room. What were they going to say nothing could mark Abigail feel any better.
Abigail layer across the back seat as Mark drove her home. She wondered about a lot of things, and then cried again in to the seat.
"Why are you crying?" Mark asked
"Are you still going to adopt me?"
"Of coarse we are.. Plus I have no choice my lawyer sent papers to your parents today"
"what?!?!" Abigail popped her head out between the seats
"Nothing you could sat or do could ever stop me from loving you." Mark spoke softly
"But I was bad first with the three deaths and then confirming it. Mark I don't know what to... My Parents are threaten to move if they find out about the gothic group. I just don't understand."
"Don't worry tonight just go home and sleep. I'll see you tomorrow" Mark said with a big hug before Abigail jumped out of the jeep.
Abigail waited till Mark was out of sight before she walked in the door. She could hear her mother sobbing the say sob that she did before they moved the last time. She walked in to the living room with a concern look on her face.
"What is going on?" She asked
"What did I do wrong to you?" Abigail's mother cried
"What?!?!"
" Your friend's lawyer dropped of crusty papers" Her father barely looked at her "I hope you are happy."
"Crusty papers?" Abigail mumbled
"Yes they are suing us for you" Abigail's mother cried
"This is your fault Abigail you and your mysterious lies" He screamed at her walking towards her
"I haven't spoken a word but the truth" She tried to yell over him with no success.
"what lies was it this time Abigail what was said... was it about me or your mother... maybe both!" He yelled at her. Abigail darted to her room slammed the door locking it, and then to the bathroom doing the same.
"You didn't do anything wrong" Abigail told herself as she rocked back and forth on the toile. She took off her cloths and turned on the shower. She stood in front of the skin and picked up a small razor and gently dinged in to her arm allowing the blood to flow out of the cuts. she took the small blade into the hot shower with her. The blood slowly washed away from the final cut and Abigail began to feel better. She dried off and replaced her sled in to there PJs. She began to think about what she just did to her self as she trace the new lines. She began to cry silently at first and then open weeping. She picked up the phone and call Mark.
"Hello?" A sleepy Sara answered the phone at midnight
"Is-is-is m-mark-home?" Abigail's voice shacked
"Hang on" Sara shoe mark
"What?" she grown
"It's Abigail...she sounds upset" he took the phone in a second
"Abigail are you okay?" He asked
"I cut my self again-- my dad yelled at me and-- I-- I couldn't take it" She wiped into to the phone
"Calm down...calm down" Mark got Abigail down to a crying breath "how deep are they?"
"Just normal cuts"
"Do you need to go to the ER?"
"NO" She cried "not there please my father will kill me " she paused, and Mark gowned " I am sorry" she cried "I am so Sorry..."
TBC...