AN: Thank you to vicky199416 for reviewing xx
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Morganville, although if I pray hard enough maybe the fairy unicorn will give me this amazing series.
Abby's POV
I woke up with a whacking headache. I thought it was going to pound me into oblivion, not only that but I couldn't move. It felt as though someone had literally glued me to the floor. Either that or my brain is refusing to move me because the pain in my body right now was excruciating. So I dread to think just how painful it would be if I attempted to move. Despite my brain and body screaming out in a clear protest to not move, I forced myself up so I was in a sitting position. Yes, it was three times more painful when I moved but at least this way I can keep an eye out for people and observe my surroundings. It turned out that I was still in Brandon's house. But I couldn't see Brandon anywhere.
I forced myself up and out of bed. Wait! Did I just say out of bed? Yes, I was correct. I was indeed in a bed. Why was I in bed for? I tried to think back to the last thing I remembered but it hurt my head too much to even attempt to think about it. So I settled for trying to walk, but unfortunately I ended up falling and colliding with the floor. Stupid floor. Almost as soon as I had hit the floor the door swung open and someone was scooping me up in their arms. I didn't know who it was, but I really didn't care. They were comfortable and being in their arms felt safe. I wrapped my arms around their neck as they carried me out of the room and down the stairs to rest me on the sofa.
"Abby?" I heard a soft, yet demanding voice ask. I open my eyes and find the founder stood there staring at me and Brandon was stood next to me observing me. Probably trying to locate an injury, but I don't think there is any new ones. Well, at least not to my knowledge there isn't.
"Well, she's definitely conscious. I do not believe she will need to go to the hospital, but I do suggest you keep a close eye on her. I will try and track down her father and his 'partner in crime' as these generations call it. She is your responsibility for now, do treat her well. It is obvious that she will be very useful to Morganville one day" the founder tells Brandon and he nods as she walks through a door that suddenly disappears. What. The. Hell?
I could not believe what I had just witnessed, so instead of asking questions I just settled for it being a cause of my delusion due to a bang to the head. Moving my head to the side wasn't as painful as actually trying to move my entire body and it was a slight stab that soon retrieved when I came face to face with Brandon. He was crouched down next to me and was watching me carefully. There was something in his eyes that looked like; relief? Why was he relived? Almost as if he had just read the question from my head he started to explain everything to me.
"You have been unconscious all night and for most of today. I was beginning to wor-"was as far as he got before he abruptly cut himself off.
Was he going to say that he was worried about me?
Brandon's POV
"You have been unconscious all night and for most of today. I was beginning to wor-"I managed to catch myself before I revealed to much to her. I have indeed been worrying about her, but then again who wouldn't? She had been choked and knocked out among other things. I still remember it all perfectly in my head.
"Amelie, I need you here ASAP. He just attacked her, luckily he is unconscious right now but for how long I am unsure of" I tell her over the phone and before she could answer me back I heard a crash in the next room. I was about to go and check it out when someone staked me from behind. I fell to the floor paralysed, the phone now gone and forgotten, as the man just grinned at me before making his leave into the living room. Abby. Oh God she's in there, I need to help her but I can't move. Luckily for me it was only a wooden stake so it shouldn't do too much damage as long as it is removed soon. Almost as if Amelie had heard my thoughts she appeared and pulled it out of my back.
As soon as that happened I dashed into the living room to see Abby falling onto the ground unconscious. Together me and Amelie's guards grab the man responsible, but I notice that Mr Garamond is gone. What type of father leaves his child to die? Speaking of her, I quickly run over to her. Completely forgetting about the man I was holding. He made a run for it but before Amelie's guards could go after him she motioned for them not to bother. What was she doing? He needs to be captured and detained.
"Brandon, do not fret. We will get him later on; right now we need to deal with this child. She is not in the best of shape as you can clearly see" she tells me and I nod as I pick up Abby and carefully take her upstairs and lay her on the bed. I stay with her all night but during the day I had to leave because I had a visitor waiting for me downstairs.
"You were in terrible shape. What did they exactly do to you?" I inquire, completely bypassing the whole worrying about her thing. She looked confused at first but then suddenly something clicked inside of her and her entire face dropped as did the colour within her beautiful face. Wait; did I just call her beautiful? Yes, I had called her beautiful before but that was when she was dressed very alluringly. That was when she looked great, but right now she looked battered and bruised. But for some strange reason she really did look beautiful in my eyes. What have I gotten myself into?