A/N: Nat sweetie - need a napkin? LOL!! Awians - one of you was right.
Read on to see who and don't get all crazy - just - please - bear w/me!!!
It may not work out the way you're thinking now. Is Abby interpreting
things correctly? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Just hang in there!!! :) xox-G
Chapter Eight
Days had gone by and Abby still couldn't rest. She tried. Every night she tried, mostly because she knew that Cam was about five seconds away from dragging her to the hospital or to Ian to make him prescribe something to knock her out. She hadn't slept more than a few minutes at a time since the accident. She was too afraid.
She turned again and pulled the blanket over her. She was suddenly very cold. Cam felt her shiver and pulled her close, now awake and worried himself. He felt so helpless.
"Oh, Abby." He whispered as he kissed the top of her head. "C'mon. Please. You're exhausted. Just let it go."
"I can't" She insisted.
"Please. Try. I can't stand seeing you like this." Cam turned her in his arms so she was now facing him. "Let's count sheep."
"Cameron." Abby sighed.
"One, two, three, four."
"You're ridiculous."
Cam wasn't giving up. He shut his eyes tightly and told her to imagine white fluffy sheep sailing over a fence. "C'mon just try it. Five, six, seven."
"Forget it. There is no way that will work."
"Warm milk?" He suggested.
"Nuh uh." Abby made a face.
"How about I tell you a story?"
"A bedtime story? Are you confusing me with Katrina?" Abby asked with a weak smile as she took his hand and linked his fingers with hers.
"No." He smiled back. "I just - Abby. I won't let you keep beating yourself up about this."
"I'm not!" She protested.
Cameron gave her a look that silenced her quickly.
"I can't help it." Abby shrugged and looked down and pressed her hand to his as if trying to see whose was bigger. She linked her fingers with his again.
"Well try. This isn't your fault." Cam said softly.
"I didn't say it was." Abby denied.
"You don't have to. You forget how well I know you Abby. I know what you've been thinking. You'd even go so far as to think everyone would be better off if you weren't here," His voice was getting angry.
Abby started to tell him it wasn't true - but he did know her. Better than she remembered.
He took her chin in his hand and stared into her eyes. "You can think that, but don't you ever truly believe it."
"Cam."
His gaze turned colder. "Don't you ever." He said, his voice grave and serious.
"OK." Abby promised.
"OK." Cam said, his eyes beginning to sparkle. "Let's get to the story, shall we."
"Which one? Cinderella? Sleeping Beauty."
"No. It's a Cameron Donovan original." He said with a grin.
"Wow. Really?" Abby pretended to be shocked.
"I am a writer." He stated with pride.
"I know and I'm honored to be able to hear it straight from the author." She giggled.
"Are you ready?" Abby nodded as Cam pulled her close. "Here we go. Once upon a time there was a little girl with pigtails and glasses."
"Cameron." Abby shoved him gently. "I already know this one."
"Shh. Let me tell it anyway. She was beautiful, the most beautiful little girl in the world. She used to follow around a certain little boy."
"A certain - handsome - little boy." Abby corrected as she snuggled closer.
"True." Cam said as he tilted her chin so he could kiss her. "And he tried his best to run away."
"But she caught him." Abby said, smiling softly.
"Yeah. She caught him."
"And then what happened?" She asked with a sigh.
"I think you already know." He said grinning as he kissed her again.
**********
Hours later, Cam finally fell asleep - but Abby was still wide awake. She was doing her best not to have to close her eyes and see what she desperately didn't want to.
As hard as she tried to keep it away, the vision came again.
For the first time, she saw it all too clearly.
She could see the face and knew now why she had been so worried. She knew the reason why she'd seen so many people torn apart.
If the word destruction had a picture listed next to it in the dictionary, there is no doubt that Livvie would be a top contender.
"She's angry." Abby whispered. "Things aren't going like she planned."
She suddenly saw Livvie walking alone, along the side of the road just like she had that night. She must have been going to see Kevin. It looked like she'd be on her way again soon.
Of course. It all made sense now.
That's why Ian was walking away from Lucy - because of Kevin. Since Kevin had been well there was tension about this anyway. Livvie coming back would simply fuel it and Lucy and Ian would be torn in two.
This brought on a flash of Jamal and Jack. Undoubtedly Livvie would tie Jack back up in knots. She seemed to have a knack for it and without Caleb there was no way she'd survive alone. She'd expect Jack to pick up the pieces, just as he'd done every time before. As she watched them argue in her mind she knew now what it was about.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she now saw her sister. "Please. Leave her alone." Abby pleaded.
If there was anyone who was adept at causing conflict for Alison, it was Livvie. Seeing Alison happy would send sparks flying in an instant. Add that to the fact that Livvie's favorite pastime seemed to be finding 101 ways to try and kill Alison and there would be nothing good coming out of this. In her mind's eye Rafe was angry and Alison was unbelievably sad.
Finally, there was her and Cam. Cam was the one who orchestrated the whole thing and he made it clear with no uncertain terms that Abby was the one responsible. If Livvie wanted vengeance for Caleb turning mortal she had to look no further. Livvie would try something to get to them, Abby was sure of it.
"No." She said softly as she began to weep. "No. No. No."
Even in his sleep, he could sense that something was wrong. Cam woke with a start. His heart broke as he watched her crying, still caught up in what only she could see. Once again he was beyond frustrated that he could not make this stop. He could give her everything else she ever wanted and he couldn't possibly love her more but he was powerless when it came to her "gift". He could do nothing more than comfort her when she was tortured like this.
Luckily for both of them, that was exactly what she needed.
"Oh, Abby." He whispered as he pulled her close. "I'm sorry."
"No. No. No." She still couldn't hear him.
"Abby. Shh. Honey, c'mon. It's OK. It's going to be OK." He said, still desperate to console her.
"No, Cameron." Abby cried as she finally acknowledged him. She stared up at him with tears in her eyes. "I don't think it will never be OK again."
Chapter Eight
Days had gone by and Abby still couldn't rest. She tried. Every night she tried, mostly because she knew that Cam was about five seconds away from dragging her to the hospital or to Ian to make him prescribe something to knock her out. She hadn't slept more than a few minutes at a time since the accident. She was too afraid.
She turned again and pulled the blanket over her. She was suddenly very cold. Cam felt her shiver and pulled her close, now awake and worried himself. He felt so helpless.
"Oh, Abby." He whispered as he kissed the top of her head. "C'mon. Please. You're exhausted. Just let it go."
"I can't" She insisted.
"Please. Try. I can't stand seeing you like this." Cam turned her in his arms so she was now facing him. "Let's count sheep."
"Cameron." Abby sighed.
"One, two, three, four."
"You're ridiculous."
Cam wasn't giving up. He shut his eyes tightly and told her to imagine white fluffy sheep sailing over a fence. "C'mon just try it. Five, six, seven."
"Forget it. There is no way that will work."
"Warm milk?" He suggested.
"Nuh uh." Abby made a face.
"How about I tell you a story?"
"A bedtime story? Are you confusing me with Katrina?" Abby asked with a weak smile as she took his hand and linked his fingers with hers.
"No." He smiled back. "I just - Abby. I won't let you keep beating yourself up about this."
"I'm not!" She protested.
Cameron gave her a look that silenced her quickly.
"I can't help it." Abby shrugged and looked down and pressed her hand to his as if trying to see whose was bigger. She linked her fingers with his again.
"Well try. This isn't your fault." Cam said softly.
"I didn't say it was." Abby denied.
"You don't have to. You forget how well I know you Abby. I know what you've been thinking. You'd even go so far as to think everyone would be better off if you weren't here," His voice was getting angry.
Abby started to tell him it wasn't true - but he did know her. Better than she remembered.
He took her chin in his hand and stared into her eyes. "You can think that, but don't you ever truly believe it."
"Cam."
His gaze turned colder. "Don't you ever." He said, his voice grave and serious.
"OK." Abby promised.
"OK." Cam said, his eyes beginning to sparkle. "Let's get to the story, shall we."
"Which one? Cinderella? Sleeping Beauty."
"No. It's a Cameron Donovan original." He said with a grin.
"Wow. Really?" Abby pretended to be shocked.
"I am a writer." He stated with pride.
"I know and I'm honored to be able to hear it straight from the author." She giggled.
"Are you ready?" Abby nodded as Cam pulled her close. "Here we go. Once upon a time there was a little girl with pigtails and glasses."
"Cameron." Abby shoved him gently. "I already know this one."
"Shh. Let me tell it anyway. She was beautiful, the most beautiful little girl in the world. She used to follow around a certain little boy."
"A certain - handsome - little boy." Abby corrected as she snuggled closer.
"True." Cam said as he tilted her chin so he could kiss her. "And he tried his best to run away."
"But she caught him." Abby said, smiling softly.
"Yeah. She caught him."
"And then what happened?" She asked with a sigh.
"I think you already know." He said grinning as he kissed her again.
**********
Hours later, Cam finally fell asleep - but Abby was still wide awake. She was doing her best not to have to close her eyes and see what she desperately didn't want to.
As hard as she tried to keep it away, the vision came again.
For the first time, she saw it all too clearly.
She could see the face and knew now why she had been so worried. She knew the reason why she'd seen so many people torn apart.
If the word destruction had a picture listed next to it in the dictionary, there is no doubt that Livvie would be a top contender.
"She's angry." Abby whispered. "Things aren't going like she planned."
She suddenly saw Livvie walking alone, along the side of the road just like she had that night. She must have been going to see Kevin. It looked like she'd be on her way again soon.
Of course. It all made sense now.
That's why Ian was walking away from Lucy - because of Kevin. Since Kevin had been well there was tension about this anyway. Livvie coming back would simply fuel it and Lucy and Ian would be torn in two.
This brought on a flash of Jamal and Jack. Undoubtedly Livvie would tie Jack back up in knots. She seemed to have a knack for it and without Caleb there was no way she'd survive alone. She'd expect Jack to pick up the pieces, just as he'd done every time before. As she watched them argue in her mind she knew now what it was about.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she now saw her sister. "Please. Leave her alone." Abby pleaded.
If there was anyone who was adept at causing conflict for Alison, it was Livvie. Seeing Alison happy would send sparks flying in an instant. Add that to the fact that Livvie's favorite pastime seemed to be finding 101 ways to try and kill Alison and there would be nothing good coming out of this. In her mind's eye Rafe was angry and Alison was unbelievably sad.
Finally, there was her and Cam. Cam was the one who orchestrated the whole thing and he made it clear with no uncertain terms that Abby was the one responsible. If Livvie wanted vengeance for Caleb turning mortal she had to look no further. Livvie would try something to get to them, Abby was sure of it.
"No." She said softly as she began to weep. "No. No. No."
Even in his sleep, he could sense that something was wrong. Cam woke with a start. His heart broke as he watched her crying, still caught up in what only she could see. Once again he was beyond frustrated that he could not make this stop. He could give her everything else she ever wanted and he couldn't possibly love her more but he was powerless when it came to her "gift". He could do nothing more than comfort her when she was tortured like this.
Luckily for both of them, that was exactly what she needed.
"Oh, Abby." He whispered as he pulled her close. "I'm sorry."
"No. No. No." She still couldn't hear him.
"Abby. Shh. Honey, c'mon. It's OK. It's going to be OK." He said, still desperate to console her.
"No, Cameron." Abby cried as she finally acknowledged him. She stared up at him with tears in her eyes. "I don't think it will never be OK again."
