Chapter Three:
Tony stared at her with his eyes wide open. "Wait, you're saying he…"
"Touched me?" Abby finished. "No, at least not back then. He just looked at me really strange. I didn't know what to think of it first."
Tony nodded, looking at the ground. He so didn't like the sound of 'at least not back then'. "So what happened after that?"
Abby was staring at the ground too. "I got myself cleaned and he brought me back to my room. I just went to sleep again. But then, that morning…"
The little girl entered the kitchen, rubbing her still sleepy eyes. Her uncle and aunt were already having breakfast. They hadn't waited for her, she realised. It stung a bit, but she didn't know why.
"Hello, little princess," her uncle greeted her. "Did you manage to get some sleep after your bath?"
She nodded.
"What bath?" her aunt asked disapproving.
"She had a nightmare," Uncle David explained, "and she was all sweaty, so I figured she'd want to clean up."
"A nightmare? What was it about?"
The little girl started shaking when she remembered her dream. It had been so realistic. "A monster was sitting beneath my bed and he wanted to eat me."
Both Uncle David and Aunt Jessie raised their eyebrows. "Monsters do not exist," Aunt Jessie replied. "Don't be so silly."
"But it was really scary," the girl argued. But she knew it was in vain.
"Now sit down and eat your breakfast," Aunt Jessie said. "Don't be so late the next time, or else we'll have to take other measures."
The little girl sat down and ate quietly, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. She really didn't know what she'd done wrong.
"Your aunt and uncle kinda remind me of the Dursleys," Tony said. "You know, when they tell Harry that flying motorbikes don't exist and stuff like that."
Abby smiled a bit. "Yes, now that you mention it. They really freaked me out, you know. I really didn't know what I'd done wrong, and I really didn't want to know what measures my aunt would take. So I mostly kept to myself that day and I made sure I was in time for lunch and dinner. But it all went wrong that night."
The little girl stood in front of her bed in her pyjamas. She was really tired and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep immediately, but the nightmare from last night was still very clear in her memory. She lowered herself to her knees to look underneath the bed. Just to be sure there wasn't a monster there. Then she saw the weird-shaped shadow and started yelling. Aunt Jessie was with her in no time.
"What's wrong, my dear?" she asked in a caring voice.
"The monster, it sitting underneath my bed," the little girl cried. She was really frightened.
Aunt Jessie sighed. "Monsters do not exist, Abby, I thought I was clear on that subject."
"But just look! It's sitting right there!"
"Abby! Are you listening to me?"
The girl started crying even harder. Her aunt raised her hand and slapped her hard in her face. She immediately stopped crying, too scared to make a sound.
Aunt Jessie lowered her face so that she was looking into the girl's eyes. "Monsters. Do. Not. Exist. Do I make myself clear?"
The girl nodded quickly, afraid of what would happen if she dared to disagree.
"And don't you dare to ever make me come because you think there is a monster under your bed, in your closet or in your desk drawer. Even when you think it's hiding in your clothes. Do I make myself clear?"
The girl nodded again, willing to do anything to make her aunt stop.
"She just hit you in the face?" Tony asked, disbelieving. "And you let her?"
"Oh come on, Tony, I was like seven years old. Of course I did!" Abby practically yelled.
"Sorry," Tony muttered. "I didn't mean to… Well, you know, it's just… I didn't…"
"I know," Abby whispered, on the edge of tears. "I know."
"But I thought your uncle was the one that… Well, you know." Tony carefully said.
"I never said my aunt was the problem," Abby answered, her face screwed up. "The real trouble when my uncle came to comfort me."
A/N: I'm not really sure about this chapter, so plz let me know how I did and if I should continue.