After much threatening Mark finally got Abby to go take a shower. He ordered some soup and hot chocolate for both of them.
Abby came out drying her hair. She had on a tank top and boxers.
"Sit down and eat, I'm going to grab me a quick shower." Mark said.
"Yes Master." Abby answered sarcastically.
Mark just shook his head and went in the bathroom and closed the door. Abby climbed on the bed and turned on the TV. She grabbed the hot chocolate and sat drinking it. Abby couldn't remember the last time she had hot chocolate. She remembered her mama used to make it for them in the winter and they would set around the fireplace all together, talking and laughing.
It's funny how simple things can bring back such vivid memories Abby thought.
Mark came out in a pair of sweats leaving his chest bare.
Abby swallowed hard. Damn he looked good. Mark fell back on his side of the bed. He looked dead tired.
Abby handed him his soup.
"Thanks." Mark said.
Abby nodded and grabbed her and began to eat. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.
Mark got up and put his bowl on the tray and grabbed his hot chocolate and sat back down.
"You don't seem like the type to drink hot chocolate." Abby said.
Mark burst out laughing.
"I think everyone has drunk hot chocolate at one time or other." Mark said.
Abby smiled a little.
"Yea I guess your right." She said.
Mark set his cup down.
"Now lie down and get some sleep." Mark said as he laid down himself.
Abby lay down and drew the quilt over her.
"Are ya sicker than I thought?" Mark asked.
"What?" Abby asked.
"You didn't argue or nothing, I guess maybe you're learning to do what yer told." Mark teased.
"Let me get one thing straight. I'm going to lay down cause I'm tired, not cause you told me too." Abby said turning to face him.
Mark just laughed.
"I'm serious if I didn't want to go to sleep you couldn't make me." Abby snapped.
"Okay, I understand, because I'm tired of hearing you bitch, I'm letting you win this one." Mark said and closed his eyes.
"You're impossible!" Abby snapped and turned on her back.
Mark listened as her breathing evened out and she fell into a deep sleep in minutes. Mark propped up on his elbow and watched her. She looked so sweet in her sleep. He resisted the urge to kiss her. Mark knew he was most definitely attracted to her. But there was no way he was going to act on it. The situation they were in was dangerous, this was no time for a romance and hell he wasn't looking for any thing serious anyway. Her being a virgin changed things. He sure wasn't going to take her virginity, all he could offer her was a few nights of pleasure, and she needed more than he was willing to give.
Mark sighed and lay back down. He closed his eyes and tried to get her out of his mind.
Abby whimpered in her sleep. She was lost in her past again.
"Justin, Baby don't cry, sissy's here." Abby cried in her sleep.
Abby tossed and turned and finally sat up in bed. She was covered with sweat and breathing hard.
Mark had woke when to her cries, but he didn't say anything, he was pretty sure Abby wouldn't want any comfort from him.
Abby looked at the clock it was 8:00PM. She had slept all day, damn she must have passed out. She got up and went to the bathroom and got some water and then splashed some on her face. She dried her face and went back into the room. She didn't want to wake Mark so she left the lights off. She went to her back pack and took out a picture she carried everywhere with her. It was a 5 by 7 taken a few weeks before her family had been murdered. They had all been in the backyard grilling out and just playing football. John had gathered them all together and took a family shot of them. Abby carried the picture with her every where. They had all looked so happy. She went over to one of the chairs at the table and sat down and turned over the small over head light. She stared at the picture wishing her family was still here.
"You okay Abby?"
Abby looked up to see Mark standing over her.
"Yea, I'm sorry if I woke you." Abby said."
"You didn't. Can I take a look?" Mark asked indicating the picture.
Abby handed him the picture and Mark took it and looked at it.
"Your family?" Mark asked sitting down beside her.
"Yea." She said.
"Well I know you must be this adorable little girl, who's the rest?" Mark asked.
Abby smiled.
"Uhh I didn't get called adorable a lot, mostly a brat." Abby said.
"Who you? I don't believe it." Mark said laughing.
"Bite me." Abby said laughing.
"Where?" Mark asked grinning.
Abby shook her head still smiling.
"That's my daddy and my Mama." Abby said pointing them out.
"You look like yer daddy." Mark said.
"That Pete, he was the oldest, he was 14, that's Michael he was 12, that's James, he's 10 and Robert he was 7." Abby said.
"Weren't you 7 too, was Robert and you twins?" Mark asked.
"Yes." Abby answered staring at the picture.
Mark looked down at her she had lost so much in her life.
"The little one is Justin. He was the baby." Abby said pointing him out. Abby was holding him in the picture.
Mark smiled.
"Looks like he loved his sister huh?" Mark asked.
"Yea we were close. Daddy used to call me his little mama. I carried him everywhere, I spoiled him something terrible." Abby said.
That was the name she had been calling out in her sleep Mark remembered.
Abby what happened?" Mark asked.
Abby kept staring at the picture and Mark figured maybe he shouldn't have asked.
