Two days later and Abby was ready for being discharge. She had
spent most
of that time on her own. Susan had been a great friend although Abby had hardly
spoken. In fact the only words Susan remembered her speaking were in her sleep.
Susan was taking her home after her shift finished at two. Susan had spoken to Abby
about Carter but every time she mentioned his name Abby turned away. She was so
mad at him.
Two o'clock came and Susan appeared at the door. "Ready?" When Abby
nodded, Susan picked up her bag and put her arm around Abby. Abby wasn't feeling
too great but she knew if she said anything she would be kept in.
The drive to Abby's was done in silence. Abby stared out of the window at the
rain lashing down. She felt so alone, but didn't want to be. She wanted to feel his
arms around her holding her and telling her he loved her, but he had hurt her.
Climbing the stairs to the apartment Abby winced in pain. "You okay?" Susan
asked full of concern. Abby nodded and carried on. She opened the door. She felt
like she hadn't been there in ages. Something caught her eye, something that hadn't
been there when she had left for work, two days pervious. Carter had been on his
own in the apartment after she had gone. She walked across the room to the coffee
table. Gasping she collapsed to her knees.
"Abby," Susan ran over beside her, "You okay." Susan stopped when she
saw what was sitting in front of her friend. A photo frame sat with two bears on either
side. One pink and one blue. Each bear had two flags bearing names. The pink
ones read - Mayson Louisa and Honor Marie. The Blue one read - John Trueman the
fourth and Gregor Russell. Susan placed her hand on Abby's shoulder as her friend
picked up the photo frame. The photo inside had been taken two days before the
miscarriage. "Abby you okay."
Abby sniffed back the tears as she remembered back to that day. "John was
being so sweet. I was feeling really down, saying I was fat. You said I was the most
beautiful thing he had ever seen. He set up the camera to take a picture of what I
thought was the two of us but when he had set it up he pulled my shirt up so it sat just
above my bump and kissed my stomach." She spoke as she ran her finger over the
photo. She had giggled when he had done it but now it was the most precious thing
he had done for her. "We had been discussing names and couldn't decide on what
we liked, so they were our choices."
"Abby why are you shutting him out. You obviously love him and need him.
Why don't you call him?"
"I can't. Susan he left me as soon as he heard I'd lost the baby. He was going
to kill the guy that did it. He didn't get that I needed him there. He didn't care about
me at all." Abby's tears fell down her cheeks. One landed on the photo frame. She
brushed it away.
"Abby he cares about you deeply. He has been a mess these last few days
without you. I'll call him for you. You have to talk to him." Susan picked up the
phone and dialled his number.
While on the phone Abby walked to the bedroom still clutching the photo. She
picked up the pyjama's she had tossed to the side on that fateful morning. Lying
beside them was John's T-shirt. She picked it up with her free hand an held it to her
nose. She could smell him on it. His musky smell. The smell that she adored. The
smell that she wanted to smell forever.
Susan stood in the door way watching her. She watched her as she inhaled
the scent on the T-shirt one more time before putting it down. "Abby, he's on his way
over. I'm going to make some coffee and then go okay. You know where I am if you
need me."
"Susan thank you for everything you have done these last few days. You have
no idea of what it means to me. I'm sorry that I haven't been much company either."
Abby walked across to her friend and gave her a hug,
"Just call if you need me." Susan said before leaving her friend in her
thoughts.
After five minutes Abby heard the front door to apartment open and close. She
was fianlly alone.
of that time on her own. Susan had been a great friend although Abby had hardly
spoken. In fact the only words Susan remembered her speaking were in her sleep.
Susan was taking her home after her shift finished at two. Susan had spoken to Abby
about Carter but every time she mentioned his name Abby turned away. She was so
mad at him.
Two o'clock came and Susan appeared at the door. "Ready?" When Abby
nodded, Susan picked up her bag and put her arm around Abby. Abby wasn't feeling
too great but she knew if she said anything she would be kept in.
The drive to Abby's was done in silence. Abby stared out of the window at the
rain lashing down. She felt so alone, but didn't want to be. She wanted to feel his
arms around her holding her and telling her he loved her, but he had hurt her.
Climbing the stairs to the apartment Abby winced in pain. "You okay?" Susan
asked full of concern. Abby nodded and carried on. She opened the door. She felt
like she hadn't been there in ages. Something caught her eye, something that hadn't
been there when she had left for work, two days pervious. Carter had been on his
own in the apartment after she had gone. She walked across the room to the coffee
table. Gasping she collapsed to her knees.
"Abby," Susan ran over beside her, "You okay." Susan stopped when she
saw what was sitting in front of her friend. A photo frame sat with two bears on either
side. One pink and one blue. Each bear had two flags bearing names. The pink
ones read - Mayson Louisa and Honor Marie. The Blue one read - John Trueman the
fourth and Gregor Russell. Susan placed her hand on Abby's shoulder as her friend
picked up the photo frame. The photo inside had been taken two days before the
miscarriage. "Abby you okay."
Abby sniffed back the tears as she remembered back to that day. "John was
being so sweet. I was feeling really down, saying I was fat. You said I was the most
beautiful thing he had ever seen. He set up the camera to take a picture of what I
thought was the two of us but when he had set it up he pulled my shirt up so it sat just
above my bump and kissed my stomach." She spoke as she ran her finger over the
photo. She had giggled when he had done it but now it was the most precious thing
he had done for her. "We had been discussing names and couldn't decide on what
we liked, so they were our choices."
"Abby why are you shutting him out. You obviously love him and need him.
Why don't you call him?"
"I can't. Susan he left me as soon as he heard I'd lost the baby. He was going
to kill the guy that did it. He didn't get that I needed him there. He didn't care about
me at all." Abby's tears fell down her cheeks. One landed on the photo frame. She
brushed it away.
"Abby he cares about you deeply. He has been a mess these last few days
without you. I'll call him for you. You have to talk to him." Susan picked up the
phone and dialled his number.
While on the phone Abby walked to the bedroom still clutching the photo. She
picked up the pyjama's she had tossed to the side on that fateful morning. Lying
beside them was John's T-shirt. She picked it up with her free hand an held it to her
nose. She could smell him on it. His musky smell. The smell that she adored. The
smell that she wanted to smell forever.
Susan stood in the door way watching her. She watched her as she inhaled
the scent on the T-shirt one more time before putting it down. "Abby, he's on his way
over. I'm going to make some coffee and then go okay. You know where I am if you
need me."
"Susan thank you for everything you have done these last few days. You have
no idea of what it means to me. I'm sorry that I haven't been much company either."
Abby walked across to her friend and gave her a hug,
"Just call if you need me." Susan said before leaving her friend in her
thoughts.
After five minutes Abby heard the front door to apartment open and close. She
was fianlly alone.