Hello all! I have the feeling that I'm not waiting long enough for the reviews to come for a chapter before continuing…but hey too bad I need to get this finished before I leave! Thanks everyone again, it means so much to me you would not believe. So, here is the last official member of the BSC…Abby!

Abigail Stevenson

"Good game everyone! See you tomorrow. Oh, and it's the big game on Saturday, so rest up, and practice like mad!"

Abby smiled as she picked up the bats, bases, and balls that littered the field. Her softball team was getting really good, and she was enjoying coaching them after school, as well as in regular PE lessons. She chucked the last ball into the equipment shed, locked up and began the short walk home through Royston.

The sharp crackling of the dry September leaves beneath her feet, hot sun playing down on her from a perfectly azure sky, the anticipation of a gorgeous spaghetti dish when she reached home; Abby felt great. For her, home was a small terraced house in the town of Royston, about fifty miles from Stoneybrook. She shared the house with her twin, Anna. When both had found careers in Royston, the arrangement made sense. They were more like friends than sisters.

Abby stayed a sports nut, and had all the dreams and the talent to play professionally. However, a bad leg injury from a car crash ruined her chances. She was devastated, but with the help of Anna, bounced right back. Now she was the head of PE in the high-class elementary school of Royston. She loved her job, working with kids and sport, and it paid well.

Until recently though, there had been a problem with her practically faultless life. Her long term boyfriend of three years started to get rough on her. Jansen had always been a gentleman, but the pressure of losing his job, and the heavy drinking was slowly making a monster. Before Abby realised what was happening, her began to beat her. Terrified of the consequences, she told no one. But it all became terribly clear in Anna's eyes when Abby came home with a fractured wrist, broken toe, and multiple cuts and bruises. That night had been a bad one for Abby. She shivered, remembering the moment.

Flashback

He raised the chair high above Abby's body, screaming.

"I'll kill you! Kill you, you stupid woman." There was a thud, a sickening crack, and white hot pain in her wrist. She didn't register it. All she knew was that it had to stop. What was going on? She was Abby! She was strong. Shaking, she stood.

"Jansen, that's it. It's over. I never want to see you again. I'm leaving."

 Slowly, his face crumbled. At that moment, any onlooker would have realised that he still loved Abby. He leaned back, to the floor.

"Abby…Abby please, I'm sorry."

But Abby was already gone, fading into the night, until the darkness enveloped her and pulled her away. She didn't look back.

And she never had. When Anna drove her to the hospital that night, Abby was so grateful to have a lovely sister. She had had nightmares about that night, long after the hospital had said she was free to go. But now they were clearing up, both the physical and the emotional scars were fading. She felt good about herself again.

Abby let herself into the little house. It was warm and comforting. As she walked over to the kitchen, she noticed a light flashing on the phone. A message. She pressed play.

"You have one message. Message one:

 "Hey Abby, Anna, its Mary Anne. Well as you know Claud has just had the baby. We thought we plan a sort of surprise party slash BSC reunion thing. So we love you to come, and that's you too of course Anna. The dates…"

Abby stopped listening, she's play it back later. A party! This would be so great. She'd get to see all her old friends again. She was definitely going; she could take a few days off. It was due after all she's been through.

As she sat down with her spaghetti bolognaise and a re-run of Friends, she felt good. This was just what Abby needed. This was what had been missing. And it would be so much fun. When Anna got home, she'd tell her all about it. She sighed happily. Now she was calling the shots.