Meep! The last chapter was shortish, I'm sorry. I'll try to make it up to you!
I would like to thank Nat8810(lol yes, there's another story, BUT I decided to change the direction of this story, which would make the one I had already wrote impossible, so I deleted it, I will rewrite it later) and Sue1313 (you think so?! Thanks! I've been improving my writing skills in the time was away, XD) for reviewing the last chapter!
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Spencer sat with his head in his hands, it had been twenty minutes since the doctors had taken Abigail away, forty minutes since he's found her passed out on the motel bathroom floor. He lifted his head out of his hands and looked up at the direction of someone yelling, that someone was Abigail's father. Spencer stood up when he saw the angry man rounding the corner, storming right up to Spencer.
"This is all your fault!" He shouted angrily, standing toe to toe with the young genius.
"How is this my fault?!" Spencer shouted back, amazed at his own strength.
"You stupid little weasel!" Abigail's father shouted angrily, grabbing the collar of Spencer's shirt and lifting him up so that he was standing on his toes. "If you had just kept your nose where it belonged none of this would have happened!"
"I doubt that." A young white doctor interrupted. "Your daughter has a fever, that, on top of her pregnancy, and a bump to her head, caused her to pass out. She's up now, and she's asking to see Spencer." The doctor said nodding to Spencer.
"She's pregnant!" Abigail's father bellowed, his face turned an even darker shade of red; Spencer couldn't believe it was even possible. "You son of a bitch, you got my daughter pregnant?"
"No sir, you did." Spencer said quietly so that only Abigail's father could hear. Spencer felt the hold on his collar loosen, then drop away, he quickly dashed to Abigail's hospital room. He stopped when he saw her lying there. "Abigail?" He asked cautiously stepping into the room.
"I heard my dad, is he here?" She asked fearfully, Spencer nodded. "Oh god, does he…know?" Abigail asked, her face growing paler as she spoke, again Spencer nodded. "Oh god." She whispered tearfully. Spencer rushed to her bedside and pulled her into his arms. "Spencer, what am I going to do?" She sobbed.
"I don't know…" Spencer admitted.
"He's gunna hurt me, he's gunna hurt my baby!" She sobbed; Spencer soothingly stroked her back and her hair.
"I won't let him, I promise. I will do whatever it takes to protect you both." He assured her.
"How can you promise that?" She sniffed.
"I just can."
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"She has bruises all over her body." A nurse whispered to the doctor that had worked on Abigail.
"You think I didn't notice." He whispered back harshly.
"What do you think happened to her?" The nurse whispered.
"What I think is irrelevant, but I did call child protective services, those bruises indicate constant abuse." The doctor said before turning and leaving the nurse to look back at the young girl and wonder 'what the hell has she been through?'.
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Abigail cringed when her father entered the room. She and Spencer were cuddling on the hospital bed, holding each other as close as humanly possible, and still it didn't seem close enough. Spencer squeezed her gently when he felt her cringe.
"Get out of here you little piece of shit." Her father roared; Spencer didn't budge. Angering her father further.
"I'm staying with Abigail." Spender said adamantly. Abigail's life depended on him, and he knew it. He knew she'd fall apart without him at her side. Abigail's father stormed to the bedside and ripped IVs out of Abigail's arms, she whimpered in protest.
"Stop your whining." Her father said dragging her out of the bed and to her feet, she and Spencer were firmly gripping each other's hand. Spencer scrambled out of the bed and stood next to Abigail. "Get dressed." He said throwing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt at Abigail. Abigail started to walk to the bedroom but her father grabbed her arm. "Change here." He said. Without argument Abigail pulled the hospital robe over her head, revealing her bruised, exposed skin. Spencer's mouth dropped open, not just because she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, but because there wasn't an inch of her body under her clothes that didn't have a bruise, new or old, on it. Though most of the bruises were fading into a greenish yellow. Abigail slowly pulled on the pair of jeans, wincing as she did, he knew it must hurt a lot. Then she pulled the t-shirt over her small frame, the moment the t-shirt was in place her father grabbed her arm and started dragging her towards the door of the hospital room. Abigail looked back at Spencer, her big brown eyes full of fear. Spencer quickly caught up and grabbed her hand, he wasn't going to leave her side, no matter what her father did to him.
"Spencer," Abigail whispered fearfully as her father walked them forcefully towards the exit of the hospital and to his car. "I love you, I always loved you."
"It's going to be okay." Spencer whispered as her father opened the back doors to his car and shoved them inside before climbing in the front and speeding away. Spencer wrapped his arm around the trembling girl beside him, he didn't know where they were going, or if they were ever coming back, but the one thing he did know was that be was going to protect Abigail, at any cost.
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MEEP! LAME ALERT! Oh well… I enjoyed writing it, I just hope you enjoyed reading it!
Oh, I believe that my writing has improved! I'd like to thank my two creative writing teachers Mrs. Hanna and Mrs. Ross for that! They've taught me how to be a better writer in just a few short weeks.
Also, I couldn't be writing the Abigail/Spencer interaction this well if it wasn't from my own experience, kinda. Thanks Julian! XD (He's gunna kill me if he ever reads this)