Author's Note: Once again, Wendell is looked down upon. Guess who tells her off! Yep, Super Kali!
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It's hard to see as I fumble around in my bag for my key. The light is dim and the bulb closest to our door keeps flickering. With a sigh of defeat I knock loudly and hope that Abby's home by now. It's pretty late so she should be.
After stopping at the Jumbo Mart, we had brought Alex back to the ER (where I told Abby I would be with Carter for the evening,) and then Carter had taken us skating. At one point I had gone to use the public bathroom (eww!) and Wendell had followed me.
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"Do you not like me or something?" I had asked coldly, as I exited the stall to find her at the sinks.
"I beg your pardon?" she replied.
"You heard me," I sneered.
"No I don't have a problem with you… But you're a Lockhart girl, John adores you and he spends lots of time with you and Abby. I know-" she starts to explain.
"Actually, my last name's Richardson, Abby's my half sister. And John and Abby have been through a lot together, they're really good friends. So if you're the jealous type, I suggest you end it now. John also has Kem, I doubt you'll be able to break his ties with her," I interrupt in a hurry.
She glares at me and I stalk by her. As I push the door open she grabs my arm roughly and pulls me back.
"Listen, I see your point but you should try to see mine, but I'll try harder to lighten up okay?" she say quietly.
"Good," I pull my arm away and leave quickly. She still didn't say sorry.
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No one answers the door so I turn to catch a cab back to Carter's when the door finally opens.
"Forget your key," Jake asks as he opens the door.
"Can't find it, it's too dark in the hall," I mutter pushing past him and into the apartment.
"Yeah, I'll fix that bulb tomorrow," he offers.
"Sure okay. Where's Abby?" I inquire, looking around to see it's only him here.
"Her shift ends at ten, so she'll be back in an hour," he tells me with a hopeful smile.
Then I realize what he's trying to say! Eww!
"Okay well I'm going to do my homework and then go to bed so good night," I scurry to my room and place my desk chair under the doorknob. Eww!
I have to tell Abby! But he didn't really do anything, I can't prove that he wanted to…
As I start to change into my pajamas, there's a knock on my door and the knob rattles.
"One minute Jake, I'm changing!" I yell in frustration.
But the doorknob rattles a bit more and I yank on my top as fast as I can before yanking open the door.
"What is it?" I hiss.
"I just thought I'd let you know I was going to pick up Abby my shift starts now so I'll see you tomorrow after school," he says throwing his hands in the air.
I then realize I got the wrong idea from him earlier and blush.
"Sorry Jake, okay thanks for letting me know," I say sincerely.
He smiles and then leaves. I go into the living room and flip on the TV. But there's nothing good on at this time of night. I turn it off and go back to my room and turn on some music. I still feel antsy. And cold, but Abby doesn't like to pay for the heat so I'' not aloud to turn it up too high. I jump into bed and draw my blankets around me. I soon stop shivering and feel myself falling asleep. But I really want to see Abby and hang out with her for a while so I fight off sleep. But I guess it doesn't work…
Abby is placed on a gurney and at least 5 doctors wheel her off to trauma 1. I scurry behind them at a distance, unnoticed.
"John what happened?" Susan is screaming at him as they start IV's and start stripping her clothes.
"I don't know, she ran in and started banging on the doors. When I opened it, she fell in my arms!" he yells. But there are tears in his eyes.
Susan's crying too, so is Neela, Sam, Luka and everyone else in the room.
I heave a sob and slid to the floor. Alone.
I sit up in bed and gasp for breath. Tears are running down my cheeks and I wipe them away. A quick look at my digital clock shows 11:52pm. I creep out of bed and pad down the hall to Abby's room. She's fast asleep so I tip toe across the floor and crawl in to the bed beside her.
"What's wrong?" she breathes.
Guess she wasn't asleep.
"I had a bad dream," I whisper back, realizing that I sound like a toddler.
"Okay," she replies and wraps her arms around me. I snuggle close to her and breath in her familiar scent. She strokes my hair and I am soon soothed into a deep dreamless sleep.