I'm sorry this chapter is a day late. I've just gone back to school after exams and completely lost track of time. For those of you who don't know, I (try to) update every Wednesday and Sunday. I hope everybody enjoys this chapter, it's a biggie, and let me know what you think in the reviews below :)

Abi took a step back away from John, pushing herself against the table in the hallway, her hand reaching into her pocket for her mobile phone.
"I told you to go," Abi said, trying to make her voice sound strong and confident but failing.
"And now I'm back. I'm not going to let some little kid tell me what to do, okay? You are coming back to Costa Rica with me and-"
"No, no I'm not."
John narrowed his eyes and Abi could tell from his expression that he was not happy with her. She had seen that expression many times over the two years that she was with him. This was the John she knew.
"You will do as you're told." He was shouting now, really raising his voice, and Abi was glad nobody else was home to hear the racket. "I am the boss around here, Abi, and I won't have you disrespecting me anymore, you got that?"
Abi finally reached grasped hold of her phone in her pocket and attempted to pull it out discretely so that she could call the police, Jay, anyone, but it was to late, John had seen what she was doing.
"What is that?"
"What?" Abi asked, attempting to sound oblivious.
"In your pocket, Abi, what is it?"
"Nothing."
"Show me."
"No, I'm not going to-"
"Show me, Abi," he shouted once again. "Now!"
Reluctantly, Abi pulled out her mobile phone and held it in the palm of her hand. Before she had time to act, John nudged her hand, sending the phone flying to the other side of the hallway, completely out of Abi's reach.
She began to panic. Before she'd had the knowledge that the phone was on her, there was an escape, a way out, but now that that was gone her heart started to beat faster and her breathing became more sporadic. She was trapped.
John tilted his head in the direction of the living room and Abi knew that he wanted her to go in there. She did what he said, petrified of what would happen to her if she didn't, and followed him into the living room.
"Don't even bother trying."
"Trying what?" Abi asked.
"To escape," John shrugged. "You won't get very far when I have this." Abi watched as John pulled a gun from his belt and aimed it at her. "One move, and you're dead."
"You wouldn't kill me," Abi said more to herself than him, wanting to believe it more than anything.
"No, as long as you do what I want."
John put the gun down on the coffee table and took a step towards Abi. Instinctively, she moved away but then quickly remembered the gun in between them and refrained herself from moving any further. This was it. He was going to touch her or kill her and right now she wasn't sure which she would prefer.
"It's been a while, huh, since we last did this. I might be a bit out of practise."
Abi's body tensed and her eyes flickered closed when she felt John's hand on her arm, stroking her softly and it was like she had deja vu.
"Don't be scared," he whispered so close to her ear that her hair moved with the touch of his breath. "It's only me." But that was what scared her the most.
John moved his hand to Abi's neck and began to leave a trail of kisses down her jaw line. Death was looking like a much more pleasant experience right now. She wanted to be sick. She wanted to move as far away from him as humanly possible and run until her lungs gave up on her but she knew what would happen to her if she tried. Up until now she would have risked it, she would have run and waited for him to kill her but now things were different. There was somebody out there that needed her, that maybe even loved her, and she couldn't put him through the pain of losing her.
It was like she was ten years old again, helpless with nobody to turn to.
With her eyes still closed, Abi could feel John's after hand wander down to her leg as he laid her down on the sofa. He bunched her dress up in his fist, moving it out of the way and in that moment Abi froze. She couldn't push John off her even if she wanted to. She was young and he was old. She was scared and he was confident. She was weak and he was strong.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this," John said, his breathing fast and erratic.
Abi was pretty sure she had an idea. It had probably been the same amount of time that she had been wishing he was given life imprisonment.
She allowed her eyes to open and stared up at the ceiling, concentrating on that rather than where John was putting his hands.
At the feel of him pulling down her underwear, she remembered the lamp sitting on the table behind her head and something clicked inside of her. Impulsively, she stretched her arms as if she was enjoying John's touch and at the sign of her movement, John's head moved back to her neck where he began to leave a trail of kisses. Abi saw this as her moment and quickly grabbed the lamp and pulled it with full force, hitting John over the head so he fell off her body and onto the floor.
Before he could get back to her, she scrambled off the sofa and moved to the other side of the room, away from him and his prying hands.
"You stupid, stupid girl," John said. He was on all fours, looking at the floor and not Abi and she could that he was thinking of killing her.
Before she could even think about what she was doing, Abi picked up the gun from the table and held it out in front of her, aiming it at John.
He looked up when he heard her sudden movement and smiled. "You're not going to shoot me, Abi."
"Take another step towards me and you might just find out," she spoke, her voice shaking. She wasn't even going to try and hide her nerves anymore.
John stood up and faced Abi. "You wouldn't, not my Abi. Not my little innocent Abi."
"I mean it, don't move any further."
"I fell in love with you the day I saw you-"
"Your sick," Abi shouted, interrupting him. "I was nine years old. Nine years old and you did that to me. You ruined my life. That's not the way you treat somebody you love."
"Don't pretend you didn't feel the same way too, Abi. I know you better than you know yourself."
"You know nothing about me. All you know is what you want to hear."
"It doesn't have to be like this, Abs-"
"Don't call me that."
"If you just pass me the gun we can forget that this little episode even happened and go back to what we were doing, and afterwards we'll get on that plane and leave. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you. I'll do it for you."
"I want to stay here," Abi told him firmly, tears streaming down her face. "I want to carry on with my life, with you behind bars where you belong. I don't want anything to do with you."
"You don't mean that." John took a step towards her.
"I'm warning you, you come any closer and I'll do it."
"What did I ever do to you to deserve this, Abi? All I've ever done is treat you right and this is how you repay me? I thought we were soul mates."
"Yeah? Well you thought wrong."
"Come on, we can sort this."
John moved towards her, closing the gap between them.

Jay was talking to Ben when he heard the gunshot go off. He had bumped into him on the way home from Dot's and was just telling him about the date he'd taken Abi on, and the kiss that they had shared when the noise startled them both.
"What the hell was that?" Ben spoke first. "It sounded like it came from Dot's."
"Abi!" Jay said, only just above a whisper, before running in the direction of the house, banging on the door as soon as he reached it. "Abi? Are you in? Abi?"
No reply came, but the sound of another gun shot encouraged him to begin kicking at the door, willing it to open, until he heard Ben come up behind him.
"Jay, what's the matter?"
"I need to get in, Abi's in trouble."
"Move out of the way," Ben told him and with a couple more kicks managed to get the door of Dot's home open.
"Call 999," Jay ordered as he pushed past him into the house. "Tell them John Smith has come back for Abi."
"Who?"
"Just do it, Ben."
He stopped at the doorway of the living room when he saw Abi with a gun, which dropped to the floor with a thud when she raised a shaky hand to her mouth.
"Oh my god," she breathed and Jay entered the room.
"Abi, it's okay. I'm here. It's okay."
He took in the sight of the living room over Abi's shoulder as he pulled her into his chest, feeling his t-shirt quickly grow damp with her tears. There was John, lying on the floor in front of where Abi had been standing, a wound in his leg and another in his chest, and a pool of blood dripping from both wounds on to the floor like a puddle.
"I've got you. He's gone, okay? The police are on their way. It's over now."
"I killed him," Abi said but it was no more than a whisper. "I shot him, Jay."
"I know," he pulled her out of the hug and held her face in his hands, looking straight into her eyes and seeing how terrified she was. "It's going to be okay, I promise you."
"But the police-"
"We're going to tell them it was me. We need to get out story straight before they get here, okay? I heard a scream and I knocked the door down. When I came in he was on top of you and I killed him."
"No."
"Abi, we don't have a choice."
"I'm not going to let you take the cover for this. It was all me. I killed him and I'm going to have to face the consequences for it. I can't let you do this, Jay."
"Abi, you're not in the right frame of mind right now-"
"It's not your choice, Jay, and this isn't your battle to fight. I have to face up to what he has done to me once and for all."