Chapter four
This one is really short because I had almost no time to write at all today, but I'll get another one up tomorrow that will be better than this one. Thanks again for the good reviews!
We sit in a comfortable silence as I drive our way to the mansion and all I can think about is the fact that Abbys going to sleep over at my house tonight. I feel like such a kid. Like a fourth grader that has just asked his mommy if his girl friend can sleepover, and the only reason she said yes is because were not old enough to have any type of sexual relations yet, or even know what that is. That's what its like tonight, a sleepover not intended to be as an "adult sleepover" should be, but I shouldn't be thinking about that now. My friend is hurt and I just want to take care of her the best I can. The last thing that she needs right now is to know that I have feelings for her and that I wish she was sleeping over not because someone has driven her out of her apartment.
We walk in the front door and she takes a look around. Her eyes widen, taking everything in; the size of this house must be overwhelming for her. I grab her hand in mine and introduce her to Emily.
"Abby this is Emily"
"Hi" She's so cute when she's shy.
"Hi dear. How do you take your coffee?" Abbys eyes widen at the question. She looks at me as if she's asking, "is this for real?" Sometimes I forget that not everybody has someone to bring them coffee in the morning, and immediately I feel embarrassed for being a total snob.
"Cream, no sugar. . . And thank you."
We say goodnight to Emily and I walk her up the stairs, my hand resting on the small of her back. She gives me a look and a hint of a smile, the first genuine one I have seen yet.
"Okay, this is definitely better than a motel."
I give her a big goofy grin and I can tell that she's starting to get comfortable, which makes me happy.
"Well I'm glad that you decided to take me up on the offer. This house is really big and sometimes it gets . . ."
My words trail off into nothing.
"It gets?" She looks at me so innocently, but I turn my seriousness into a joke.
"It gets scary sometimes at night, I think we have a couple ghosts that live here."
She hits my arm playfully.
"Shut up Carter"
We walk down the long upstairs hallway and I enter one of the bedrooms to the right side, Abby a step behind me. The room is newly decorated and huge; it's our biggest guest room in the house. Its got a king size bed with a featherbed on top of it and more fluffy pillows than you can count.
"How's this?" I ask half joking, I can already tell that this is more than perfect for her by the way that she's looking around.
"It'll do." She says sarcastically.
I walk her past the bed and drop her bags on top of it. I enter the bathroom that connects to the room on the left wall. It doubles as my bathroom as well, seeing as I stay in what used to be considered the other guest room.
"This is the bathroom, it also connects to my room, so be sure to use the locks on the door."
She nods her head looking at the beautiful bathroom. Its got two showers, one on each side and a huge Jacuzzi tub in the middle.
"Feel free to run a bath if you'd like."
My offer might almost sound inappropriate if she wasn't sore from being recently hurt, but I know she gets where I'm coming from. I walk through the bathroom and open the door on the other side to let her peer in so she knows where I'm at if she needs me.
"This is my bedroom in here. I'm going to go to sleep, but feel free to wake me if you need something."
"Thank you, really, I appreciate this."
I walk halfway through the door and suddenly turn around to say one last thing to her. I call her name softly.
"Abby" She turns around.
"If you want to talk about what happened, I want to let you know that I'm here for you." My words come out so slowly, like I think she'll understand me better if I talk that way.
She runs her fingers over her bruises and nods her head. I can tell that she doesn't want to talk about it yet, but that's okay because I know she will when she's ready.
"Good night Abby"
"Good night John"