author note: hey thanks for all the reviews! I feel special now...lol...anyway...here's chapter 8, another short one, but I've got a really long one coming up. Also I'm gonna add the next 2 chapters because Christmas break is over and I go back to school tomorrow and I know I'm gonna be busy...so I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 8: Memories
Abbys P.O.V
Little did he know, I'd been having flashbacks from my marriage, which had been as far from happy as you could possibly get.
:Flashback:
Richard, stop! You're hurting me! People are gonna start asking where these marks are coming from, they already suspect something's not right. They keep asking me if anything's wrong."
:End Flashback:
I shuddered at the thought, wanting nothing but to get it out of my head. He must have noticed me, because he tried to joke,
"The music that bad?"
"No! I really like it! I was just thinking how bad it must have been to have to hide from a drunken father. I knew he knew that I was lying, but I was glad when he didn't press it. I dreaded the thought of staying in a hotel, dreaded the nightmares I knew would plague my sleep. I didn't want anyone to find out about the dreams. Only Luka knew, and Eric. Not even Carter knew about them. I drifted off into a fitful sleep.