A/N: Hey guys! I know I promised I'd have this out on Monday, but I'm a busy girl. Also, you will probably see why it took me longer than I thought when you're reading it. Hopefully you'll like it, because I'm not sure if it's as good as I could make it. But it might be. So yeah. Anyway, Merry Christmas/Hanukah and enjoy your present!
Disclaimer: The more I write, the more I want…..
WARNING, WARNING, WARNING: sexual content/suggestions of sexual interaction(maybe not with who you imagined!)
Chapter 16: Hard to Say Important Things: Act 2
Abbie's stomach lurched as she walked along the pathway from the sidewalk to Chris's house. But it wasn't that usual retching type of lurch: her stomach lurched with nervousness. If Chris had anything important to say, he'd be able to say it to her immediately after obtaining the knowledge of it. This had to be something very important, more important than usual….and Abbie was a little frightened.
She knocked on the door. No answer. She then rang the doorbell. Again, no one came to the door. She turned the knob and discovered that it wasn't locked. She slipped in quietly and began to look around. There were no lights on, and it was pure silence. Was Chris not here? Suddenly, her eyes began to widen in panic. Had Chris's father come home early and something had happened to Chris? Abbie began to search the house in a hurried, worried frenzy, all the while wondering with a sinking heart if she'd bump into anyone, Eyeball in particular. But soon she heard two voices coming from a room in the hallway. She pushed open the door, and leaned against the doorway, listening and watching the two people.
"Chris, I don't wanna go to sleep! I wanna stay up with you!" exclaimed a tiny, blonde haired blue eyed girl looking around the age of six.
"Aww Debs, you're such a sweetheart," Chris told her, stroking her silky blonde hair, "But you have to get your rest, tomorrow is Saturday, and we are planning to do some fun stuff."
"Well…what about Emery and Sheldon?" the girl asked.
"They'll be going to bed right after you. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner they'll go to sleep."
"Hey Chris, who's that?" the girl questioned, pointing at Abbie.
Chris turned around swiftly, but he relaxed once he saw who it was. He motioned for her to come to the bed, and she did so reluctantly.
"Is it Gordie?" the girl asked, sitting up.
"Deborah, this is Abbie. Abbie, this is Deborah-"
"Debbie," the girl corrected with a smirk on her face.
"My little sister," Chris told Abbie.
"What are you doing here?" Debbie asked rudely, staring at Abbie with dislike.
"Deborah! That was impolite! I thought you said that any friend of mine is a friend of yours!" Chris scolded.
"Well I didn't know that your friend would be a girl!" Deborah pouted.
"Oh Debs, go to bed already," Chris said playfully while he stood up and he and Abbie were about to exit.
"Chris?"
"Yes Debs?"
Debbie blinked at him. "I love you."
Chris's face broke out into a huge grin. "I love you too."
Abbie smiled at the cuteness of the situation, she just wanted to scream "AWW!" at the top of her lungs. But in a way, she felt a lump rise to her throat and a quick surge of jealousy. She wished that she could tell Chris that she loved him…ever since the rape she had almost forgotten. But now, being in his presence alone, made her heart race like it normally did. She was in love.
The two went into Chris's room, but Abbie couldn't really see the details of it because it was dark, but she could see that it was dirty, and that there was no sense of décor or anything. It was bland, and that was certainly not him. They sat down on the bed together, facing each other. They stared intensely.
"Oh Abbie," Chris sighed, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Abbie said a little too quickly, "Everything's fine."
"Don't lie," Chris ordered, "Please tell me the truth."
"Oh Chris…it's just so difficult to say…"
"Abbie, we've been through this before! You can tell me anything, I promise," Chris pleaded.
"Chris, I was raped," Abbie let out with exasperation.
"What?" Chris asked, his face draining, his eyes wide, "By…by who?"
"….I don't want to tell you."
"Oh god…"
"What happened was that on the double date when I was walking home alone, someone knocked me out. By the time I woke up, I was already raped. I started to scream, he put his hands…" she paused with a shaky breath, "Billy came and tackled the guy, we were in his car…Teddy came and carried me into his house, the rape was right outside…" Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she fought them. She wouldn't let Chris see her cry, she didn't want to be seen as weak. And she especially didn't want to remember and feel anymore pain.
"Abbie," Chris said in a gentle, caring voice, reaching to stroke her face with his cheek, "I'm so sorry. You have to tell me who it was…"
Abbie let out a strange, gasping sound. It was like a sob, but she wasn't crying. "It was your brother," she told him quickly.
Chris paused, and his eyes became wide. "My brother…my-my brother? Eyeball?"
He buried his face in his hands, and the whole room was silent. Abbie stared at him. What was going on?
"God, this is all the more of a reason for me to do this," Chris sighed, "Abbie, this is so hard to say…."
"Say it Chris."
"I…I have to break up with you," Chris informed shakily.
And that was when her heart was snapped in half. Too many questions bubbled to the surface of her mind, trying to fly out of her mouth and into Chris's ears, and then into his mind to turn into answers and make another exchange.
"Wha…What…why…." Abbie stammered.
Chris took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.
"I've completely ruined you. Before the two of us got together, you were so happy. You were just filled with happiness, nothing could bring you down, and you were perfect. But then, I started to take a huge interest in you, and you took it. We started to date. Now look at what's happening. Ace and Catie get together and try to destroy our group, Gordie feels uneasy, Vern is just even more clueless than before, and Teddy and Emma have gone crazy…but you. You're worst of all. Now you get raped by my own brother, and your reputation took a huge dive. Look at you. You aren't at your peak like you used to be, and it's all my fault. If you keep going out with me, or maybe even hang out with me, you'll end up as a dirty prostitute or something, or you'll go stupid, you won't be as smart as you are now. And if you really are smart, you'll break up with me and find better friends, ones that will be able to carry your reputation and respect you. You belong in a different world. I don't deserve you….." Chris trailed off, and then sniffed. His eyes were now cast downwards, and he stayed absolutely still. He looked up at her, his whole face quivering with emotion.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't stop myself. I can't see you get hurt worse than you already are because of me. I….I dunno what I'm doing……and I want to tell you that even if you forget about me and find someone else, and even if we never meet each other again after this that I……I…..I love you."
Then, he began to cry. Not that soft, mellow sort of crying, but full out sobbing. Tears flew all over his handsome face, and some even landed on Abbie's face, mixing with her tears. They cried together, hugging each other, Chris's head on her shoulder. Their bodies shuddered against each other, making their skin tingle and their bones rattle in rhythm with each other.
"Don't leave me!" Abbie gasped through her tears, "I don't care about your reputation, I don't care about mine, I don't care about anything and anyone but you! Because……I love you, Christopher Chambers!"
There it was. It was finally off of her chest, out of her mind. That strong emotion that was burning in her heart was finally known to someone besides her. It was such a relief, such a wonderful feeling that she had the moment the words had escaped her lips.
Chris began to cry even more. Abbie lifted his head from her shoulder, and with her hands holding his cheeks, she pulled him forward and kissed him. It was a bittersweet kiss: there was passion in it and Chris's lips always tasted sweet, but both of their tears mixed in with it and there was just so much pain behind it.
She began to deepen the kiss, trying to make the passion and love rule over the sadness and bitterness. He reluctantly added to the kiss as well, helping her. That was when tongues started moving about, and moans escaped their locked lips. Breaths were becoming hard to catch, and they were moving around quite a bit.
Chris gave her a light, suggestive push and the two fell back onto the bed. They continued to kiss, and Chris moved from her lips to her neck. Suddenly he ceased his kissing.
"Abbie," Chris panted, "We better stop. Because I think if we go any further…I won't be able to control myself."
"No. Don't stop," Abbie pleaded, "I want you. I need you. I love you."
Chris paused, but then returned to her neck, and Abbie closed her eyes with a pleasurable smile. A shirt came off, and then another. They soon began to display how much they were in love.
Abbie sighed deeply. She was surely in heaven. She was lying in Chris's bed, her head resting on his bare chest, listening to his heart beating in perfect syncopation. And she realized: his heart was beating for her.
She looked up at Chris. He was snoring lightly, his mouth slightly open. His dirty blonde hair was tousled, and his cheeks were still tearstained from when he had been crying so heavily. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Just looking at him caused that loving emotion to rush through her veins and made her heart leapt. She never knew that love could be this strong. She never knew that she would find love, much less at sixteen years old. Everyone will have thought she was more insane than they thought before. Now she was claiming that she was in love with a Chambers boy! But she wouldn't be claiming, she'd be telling the truth.
She closed her eyes and sighed. She didn't care what everyone else thought. All that mattered was her and Chris: and they were in love.
Abbie fell asleep to the steady, warming beating of Chris's heart.
A/N: WOOT! HOPEFULLY I TRICKED YOU ALL INTO THINKING THAT IT WASN'T THEM. BUT NOPE.
