Your Support
Chapter 3
As Carter approached the door his thoughts began to wander. Throughout the car ride he had realized that Abby had been acting different these last few weeks. 'What could be wrong?' he wondered as he knocked on her door. 'I hope she'll let me help. I hope I can help,' he thought. Just then the door opened.
He was not prepared for the sight that met him. She looked like she had been through a tornado. Her hair was everywhere and her pajamas where all disheveled.
As he peered past her, he saw them. They were everywhere and they were opened. Why was she doing this to herself? She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, didn't she?
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She watched his eyes as they drifted from herself into the room behind her. She could see how his eyes changed when he saw the bottles. The tell-tale evidence that she had fallen. That her broken life had once again been taken over by alcohol. Why didn't he say anything? She knew why.she could see it, the disappointment in his eyes.
"Carter, please say something," she pleaded.
"Can I come in?" She hesitated. It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but at least it was something. Slowly she moved to the side allowing him passage into the apartment.
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He was so angry with her. Why had she done this? Why hadn't she told him she was drinking again? Then he became angry with himself. He should have seen the signs or at least made himself accessible for her to tell him her problems. As he fumed at himself he took notice of how she carefully bolted each lock on the door and then carefully turned around to give him a timid look before focusing her eyes on the floor.
He had to be careful with his next words. In her own way she had opened up to him by asking him to come over. He knew that it had taken her a lot of courage to do that, but he also knew that he had a narrow window with which to work with.
"Abby," he began slowly. "When?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "Why didn't you tell me?" He could see her eyes begin to well up with tears, but he could also see her trying to suppress them.
"I just.I wanted to make it stop." He slowly began to approach her.
"What Abby? What did you want to stop?" he asked gently.
"The fear, the pain, the dread.just everything." She was no longer able to stop the tears.
Slowly, as not to startle her he wrapped her trembling frame in his arms and held her close. It hurt to see her in pain like this, but at least she was letting him see it.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I was on vacation. Also, updates will be slow for awhile.finals are upon us. Thanks for the great reviews. I would love some constructive criticism or any ideas you have to help make this better.
As Carter approached the door his thoughts began to wander. Throughout the car ride he had realized that Abby had been acting different these last few weeks. 'What could be wrong?' he wondered as he knocked on her door. 'I hope she'll let me help. I hope I can help,' he thought. Just then the door opened.
He was not prepared for the sight that met him. She looked like she had been through a tornado. Her hair was everywhere and her pajamas where all disheveled.
As he peered past her, he saw them. They were everywhere and they were opened. Why was she doing this to herself? She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, didn't she?
** ** ** ** ** ** **
She watched his eyes as they drifted from herself into the room behind her. She could see how his eyes changed when he saw the bottles. The tell-tale evidence that she had fallen. That her broken life had once again been taken over by alcohol. Why didn't he say anything? She knew why.she could see it, the disappointment in his eyes.
"Carter, please say something," she pleaded.
"Can I come in?" She hesitated. It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but at least it was something. Slowly she moved to the side allowing him passage into the apartment.
** ** ** ** ** ** **
He was so angry with her. Why had she done this? Why hadn't she told him she was drinking again? Then he became angry with himself. He should have seen the signs or at least made himself accessible for her to tell him her problems. As he fumed at himself he took notice of how she carefully bolted each lock on the door and then carefully turned around to give him a timid look before focusing her eyes on the floor.
He had to be careful with his next words. In her own way she had opened up to him by asking him to come over. He knew that it had taken her a lot of courage to do that, but he also knew that he had a narrow window with which to work with.
"Abby," he began slowly. "When?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "Why didn't you tell me?" He could see her eyes begin to well up with tears, but he could also see her trying to suppress them.
"I just.I wanted to make it stop." He slowly began to approach her.
"What Abby? What did you want to stop?" he asked gently.
"The fear, the pain, the dread.just everything." She was no longer able to stop the tears.
Slowly, as not to startle her he wrapped her trembling frame in his arms and held her close. It hurt to see her in pain like this, but at least she was letting him see it.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I was on vacation. Also, updates will be slow for awhile.finals are upon us. Thanks for the great reviews. I would love some constructive criticism or any ideas you have to help make this better.