Transmission Re-established. . .

Posted: July 12, 2004

Chapter Two:

Abby's face winced at the bear like grip Hoagie had on her wrist. "Get out my face!" she yelled as she fought away before shoving him harder with both hands.

Hoagie stumbled back a few steps, but immediately came back down on her, grabbing both of her arms and pushing her off her feet onto the dresser she had been leaning on until her back crashed into the mirror. Abby's eyes closed tightly as she groaned in pain. With her arms pinned down and unable to get her legs into a position to kick her boyfriend away, Abby had to think quickly as Hoagie had taken to slamming her body up against the mirror over and over again, even after it had shattered. A piece of the broken mirror had actually broke through her skin causing blood to run down the back of her lingerie.

Then as Hoagie pulled her closer, only so he could push her away again, Abby stretched herself forward until her mouth found the sensitive area of skin between the shoulder and the neck and without regard sunk her teeth into it until she felt the gush of the warm wet liquid fill her mouth. "Ahhh!" Hoagie yelled out in pain as he pulled away. Then, in the next moment, his open hand struck the side of her face. "Bitch!"

Now noticing the distant between them, Abby swiftly braced her hands on the edges of the of dresser and leaned back enough to bring both of her knees up to her chest, only so that she could strike Hoagie in the chest with both of her feet. The impact of the assault sent Hoagie flying back and he crashed into the nightstand by the bed before collapsing to the floor.

Abby stormed over to him and, in his weak position, stomped on his stomach, which automatically sent him curling into himself. She then back away, pushing her long black hair behind her ears as she panted heavily, before once again going back over to him and kicking him once more. There was no way he was going to get the best of her.

As Hoagie started to gradually sit up, recoiling in disgust at himself, Abby stepped away, wrapping her arms around herself in a protective manner before speaking. As she did, her voice shook, along with the rest of her body, "If you ever put your hands on me like that again. . ." Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'll kill you."

Hoagie looked up with a pained expression on his face, tears already forming in the corner of his eyes, as he stated with deep lament in his voice. "I didn't mean it," came the infamous words as he shook his head, "I didn't mean it." He then lowered his eyes and put his hand on his chest, it was hard to breathe.

Abby then cautiously walked back to him and knelt down in front of him before putting her hand under his chin and lifting his gaze to her. "I did," she said softly, wanting him to see the truth behind her eyes. She then drew her hand away and moved a few feet back before just resting where she sat. They sat in silence, on the floor, for many minutes before she spoke again. "Are you okay?" she finally asked him.

"I'll be fine." His breathing had returned back to normal. Hoagie then crawled over to her and reached for her face, but she instinctively moved out of his reach. "Abigail." His eyes pleaded with hers. Abby scrunched her face as she allowed Hoagie to caress her sore cheek. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean it."

"I know." She forgave him easily as she always did when he did something stupid as she moved closer into him.

"But I need to know." He held her at bay. "Are you- are you cheating on me?" he asked again half expecting her to immediately tell him he was being foolish, but when it didn't come, panic began to set in. He then saw her once again bite her lower lip. She always bit her lip when she was hiding something she didn't want him to know.

"No," she finally told him. "It's just-" she paused.

"Just what, Abigail?"

"Well," she paused again before continuing, "I have been spending time with someone else." Hoagie dropped his hand from her face, anger and hurt were clearly present on his features. "But we haven't done anything, I swear Hoagie." She tired to reassure him. "It's just- I mean- I met him a few weeks ago at the drug store. I was shopping for. . . that's not important." She didn't want him to know until she was sure, although she had already completely missed her last cycle. "Anyway, we struck up a conversation. It was like we had known each other before and-"

"You mean like us?" he interrupted her. "Did he dream about you too? Before he met you, like I did?" She shook her head as she shrugged. Hoagie frowned as his hands started to form into a fist. "I got to go," he finally told her, wanting to leave before he did anything else regrettable.

"No, don't go." She quickly grabbed his hand. "Let me make it up to you. Let me show you there's no one but you." Abby hated looking so desperate, but she didn't want to end things like this.

Hoagie gave her a smile that never reached his eyes. "No, I think I've had enough for one night." He groaned in pain as he stood up and walked towards the bedroom door. He knew going back the way he came in would be crazy.

"Are- are you going to be okay?"

"Am I okay?" He looked over his shoulder as he stood in her doorway. "I've just found out that my girl is seeing another guy and then if that wasn't bad enough she then proceeded to kick my ass across her room. Yeah, I'm peachy." He meant for it to be funny, but it was anything but as it came out sounding hollow and dark. "Goodnight, Abigail." His voice was low as he disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

"Goodnight, Hoagie." She got up off the floor and closed the bedroom door behind him and locked it. The void look in his usually bright eyes along the tone of his voice, had frightened her more than any physical threat ever could.

TWO DAYS LATER

Hoagie was at the gym trying to burn off some of the anger he had built up for a guy he had never seen before. "Hey, you need a spot?" Hoagie heard someone with an Australian accent say. Hoagie looked over him as he sized him up. He looked about Hoagie's age, though he was bit on the short side, but that didn't disguise the fact that he looked as though he could carry his own. He had long blonde hair that was tied in a low ponytail and big electric green eyes.

"Yeah." And they continued the rest of their work out together.

After working out together they had gone down the street where Hoagie saw a place where they made chili dogs. "I've never seen you around here before. You new to the neighborhood?" The Aussie asked.

"No, I don't live around. I had just gotten in my car and started driving. Before I knew it, I had driven about two counties. Saw the gym and thought, hey why not?" Hoagie explained.

"Girl trouble." He gave is diagnoses.

"Is it that obvious?" Hoagie wiped his hands. "I'm Hoagie by the way." He stuck out his hand.

The Aussie laughed a little. "Like the sandwich?" He shook Hoagie's hand.

Hoagie rolled his eyes. "Yes, like the sandwich."

"Nice to meet you Hoagie, I'm. . ." But he was cut short.

"Wallabee." The name came out of Hoagie's mouth before he even thought about it.

"How did you know that?" Wallabee grew suspicious.

Hoagie thought hard about it, but finally just shook his head. "I don't know."

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