A/N: Thank you very much hotchic12 for pointing out that I made a mistake in Chapter 3. I made an error about how I made Lizzie's husband's name the same as her kid. So that was only once, but I am sorry for the confusing dilemma. Anyway, authors make mistakes so please forgive me.
And another A/N: Wow sorry I haven't updated in a long time, but you know I had to update my two other stories that I haven't updated in like two months. But if you like this story then please see my Lizzie McGuire fanfic, Changes. It's not that good, but it does have L/G fluff, so that will make it all better. Anyway, here is the story and I promise I will update the next day if I get five reviews. Actually either way I am going to update, because I am not that self-centered, but please review. Thank you very much, and I am proud to say that I haven't gotten one horrible review yet. Ya'll (Yes I'm from the south) thank you so much, and you are the best. I know you never read the author notes, so I try to make mine interesting and I hate long author notes like this one, but you know without these, you would have no clue when I was going to update next. So you never know. Okay Kimberly shut up and on with the story....
"Hey, guess what Abby," asked Michael?
"What," Abby cried out! She was busy doing her homework that she had over the holidays. The unfortunate thing about going to the best prep school in the whole county was that they had tons of homework. "I have a lot of work to catch up on, and unlike you, who is not doing their homework, I might get my work done before school starts. So if you would please leave me alone, I could get some work done."
"Well I have a secret. A really, really big secret that will blow your heard off and you will start storming out the door. I'm pretty mad about the situation, but I have gotten over it because Mommy is going to take care of everything."
"Fine, tell me the secret, and if it isn't good than I will promise to rip your head off your precious dog that you sleep with at night and he will never, ever get to sleep in his warm bed. Instead he will be sleeping under the stars in a dumpster, with his head separated from his body," Abby said as she looked up at Michael who was playing hacky-sack. Gordo had taught him how and of course, Michael did everything that Gordo did.
"Mom and Dad are getting that thing where you separate and they live in two different houses. It all started with Dad cheating on Mom, with another woman. I think that woman was his boss or something like that. I dunno. So, do you have anything to say?"
"I think you are a prat, and you are a liar, a big fat liar."
"Yeah right, then how come Dad hasn't been coming to dinner anymore and instead, saying he has to do something with his work, when you really know that he is going out with his girlfriend? And how come he has been acting weird lately," snapped Michael as he started asking Abby all these obvious questions.
"Shut up, I don't want to hear it anymore. I am Daddy's little girl and he loves me and he would never do anything like that," Abby screamed!
"You are not Daddy's girl anymore, because he has someone else in his life besides Mum. He might marry her and then they might have a kid and then—."
"SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE. IT'S NOT TRUE," sobbed Abby. She couldn't handle it anymore. She placed her hands over her ears from preventing to hear what he had to say.
"Then we will live in a big house and Daddy won't have anytime for you because he doesn't love you anymore, doesn't love you anymore. LISTEN TO ME, he doesn't love you anymore," yelled Michael as he placed his hands on Abby's shoulders and shook her hard until she came to her senses, but that didn't happen.
"Daddy loves me and I can't hear you. LALALALALA," she yelled. "LALALALA,"
Suddenly Lizzie came storming into the room to see what was going on. She saw her son and her daughter arguing and she knew exactly what was going on, but instead asked, "What is going on?"
Abby and Michael stopped what they were doing and immediately fell silent. The first to speak was Abby and she asked her furious mother, "Mum, are you and Dad getting a divorce?"
"How did you know that, sweetie," asked her mother coolly?
"Michael told me that Dad was cheating on another women and that you two were getting a divorce," explained Abby.
Lizzie gave Michael the glare that told him that he not only was in trouble, but had ruined Abby's joy in the world. But she knew it wasn't her son's fault because if it weren't for him she would of never known the truth. So after the glare, she felt bad and gave her son an apologetic look, which he gratefully accepted.
Lizzie inhaled air and then exhaled it to tell Abby the truth. For she couldn't lie to her own daughter, even if it would hurt her. Lizzie began to speak, "Abby, everything Michael has said is true. I know you are sad about this honey, but you need to understand that your father and I have been going through rough times in the past week and that I need all the support that I can get."
Abby gave her mother a hateful glare and decided to defend her Dad, "Dad would never do that. And the only support you will be getting from me is no support at all, lean on Michael for once and leave me alone."
For once in her lifetime, Lizzie did not scold her daughter for her rude comments. She just stood there staring out into space. And the expression on her face was like someone had just smacked her in the face.
"Mom, I'll go get her," said Michael.
"No, let her be, she'll get around," replied the hurt mother.
"She'll come around," comforted Michael.
"I hope so."
For the rest of the day, Abby locked herself in her room and didn't come out. The problem with that was that Michael and Abby shared a room and no matter how many times they tried encouraging her to unlock the door, they couldn't. They even tried unlocking it, but since Abby was a smart girl and paid attention to her studies, she learned how to jam the lock without anyone getting in.
So for dinner, her brother tried to get Abby out of her room, but it didn't work, it just made matters worse. So Lizzie and Michael had a silent dinner by themselves and the only time they talked was when they said phrases like, "Can you please pass the salt and pepper." or "Can you pass the salad, please."
After dinner, Lizzie excused Michael to go to her room to go to bed instead of his room, since he couldn't get in it. She then picked up the phone and dialed Miranda's number. The phone rang, and Miranda picked up on the third ring.
"Hey Miranda," said Lizzie. "I am so glad you pick up, I really need to talk to you."
"Hey," greeted Miranda over the phone. "What was it that you need to talk to me about?"
"I broke the news to Abby and she didn't take it too well. She started yelling at me and saying it was my fault and not Carl's. And lastly she slammed the door and locked herself in it. Listen to this, she figured out a way to jam the door so I can't get in. I mean that is brilliant, but I don't need brilliance right now, just a little empathy from my daughter."
"Oh, I'm sorry Lizzie, maybe you should—" Miranda's voice came to an abrupt stop, because Abby gently put the phone down, so that her mother or Miranda wouldn't hear that she was listening to their conversation. She was too disgusted to hear anymore things said about her.
Abby wished she could just escape her problems, she just wish she could run away. Wait! maybe she could run away and stay with her best friend, no she would get found too easily. Or what about the park, yes she would go to the park and she didn't know how long, but she had to get away tonight, because she knew that Lizzie would call a locksmith and figure out how to unlock the door. So she need a sleeping bag, food, clothes... and she began to plan.
The next day, was another day, and this day Lizzie would try to work out things. She just knew that things would be better and no matter what she always had her son and her best friends to depend on. She knew it would take time to get to Abby, and she loved her dearly. She loved both of her children dearly and equally. That was just how motherly love worked.
When the locksmith came, he had a toolbox that probably had all different types of tools. Lizzie and Michael led him to the upstairs bedroom where Abby locked herself into.
She knocked on Abby's door, just to make sure she didn't have second thoughts about this. "Abby, this is your mother speaking, if you don't open the door right now, the locksmith, which is right beside me, will unlock this door and you will be in big trouble."
There was no answer. So Lizzie had no choice but to tell the locksmith to unlock the door.
The locksmith fiddled with the door and finally unlocked it. The door swung open and there was no Abby. Instead there was one window open, where the wind blew through and sent a chill down Michael's spine.
"Mum, she's not there. She...ran away."
Okay I know you will hate me for the cliffhanger, but it's 1:00 AM in the morning and I have to go to bed. My mother is waking me up at 8:30 in the morning for no reason at all. Actually she wants me to get back on my school schedule, so I won't have an abrupt awakening when I wake up for school at 5:00 AM in the morning. Anyway, that is the end of my chappie, and ya'll better review. Kidding. But anyway, gotta go!
